Monday, July 13, 2009

Pic-O-The-Week: Simple Pleasures

We haven't had a Pic-o-the-Week for a while, so I thought I'd share with you one of my life's simple pleasures: Abuelita: Autentico Chocolate. We keep a pitcher of this in the fridge to reheat in the mornings. Find it in the Hispanic aisle of your local grocer! (Note: it may go by another name in your area. In Roseburg, it was called Ibarra. But Mexican hot chocolate by any other name is just as sweet...) Look how happy it makes this little old lady! It can do the same for you!It also makes Chace feel like he's back in Europe- a cup of hot chocolate and a muffin for breakfast, while studying a foreign language, in this case, my old French textbook. Are we nerdy or what?!
And speaking of life's simple pleasures, I've read some writing lately of an extraordinary man named Lowell L. Bennion, which I think are words to live by. Perhaps they'll be helpful for you:
"Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different... different from you.
Learn to like work and enjoy the satisfaction of doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the songs of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow in a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others."

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Peaches… Matey!

This Monday will mark Chace’s fourth week as a Dow employee! So far he’s made quite a name for himself. Interestingly enough, that name happens to be Peaches! Apparently after the confusion last summer among the secretaries regarding Chace’s name (“Is it Paul? Or is itChace?” It’s actually Paul Chace), it was determined that he would be known on the Dow books as “P. Chace.” Now say that three times fast. “P. Chace… P. Ches… Peaches… PEACHES!” That’s what the secretaries call him. Now add to that his great… shall we say resourcefulness in accumulating “supplies” for his office, and his reputation among his coworkers for cleaning up after company lunches and bringing home doggie bags for his adoring wife. Now we have Peaches the Pirate! What a way to begin your career!

Here’s his first day of work, just outside the security gate, with his buddy Scott. My, my! Don’t they look professional!

Post-Father’s Day Post

One of my new resolutions is to be better about decorating for and celebrating holidays, birthdays, and other special events. Growing up in my family, these occasions were acknowledged, but were never a really big deal, (which is understandable in a family where there is at least one birthday per month just with the children, not to mention grandchildren and extended family) and which I think is actually good in some ways. On the other hand, I worked for an extraordinary woman by whose home décor I could discern the season without fail, and who would not only plan her childrens’ birthday celebrations for them, but would do it in advance of the actual birthday! Imagine! As I’ve seen the approaches of other families, I’m beginning to see where I would like the balance to be in our little family. So, as the old man-of-the-sin-of-not-adequately-celebrating-special days, when Father’s Day came around, Chace and I reflected, sometimes vocally to each other but mostly just in our own minds, on how much we love our dads and our dads-in-law. We called them to say so. And life went on. No big deal.

A couple of days later I learned that a very dear friend had just lost her father. I spent most of the day in tears, aching for this sweet friend who was now without her sweet dad. He died just a week before Father’s Day. How different her Father’s Day was from mine. She made no casual phone call, scribbled out no hasty ‘Happy Father’s Day’ note. After the initial shock I felt, almost disbelief really, I began to try to imagine what my friend was experiencing. It felt like those paranoid late nights as a kid when I used to lie in bed and wonder why dad wasn’t home yet and consider the possibility that he never would be. Those feelings have been more frequent since my marriage to a mechanical engineer who has often assured me he’ll be home from a test or a study group by 9 and then not shown up or answered his phone till 11.

In those agonizing moments, I always return to the same consolation: I pray. I plead that my fears are groundless. Then I wait. And then, unfailingly, the calm comes softly to my frenzied mind and racing heart. Peace. And I’m content with whatever may happen. Someday that fear will not be groundless, and I imagine my heart will break. Nevertheless, I’m so glad to know that this life isn’t the end. That, in fact, it’s just the beginning! My dearest wish is to live in such a way that I will somehow deserve to be with my loved ones for eternity. And I know that such a thing is possible through the mercy and grace of my Savior and the restoration of His gospel. How priceless is that knowledge!

So Dad and Paul, I know it’s late, but you’ve been much on my mind lately. I sure love you good men. And you're pretty hansome too!


Friday, July 3, 2009

Fiddler on... MY BED!

I wake up this morning and what do I see? My creeper of a husband peeping at me!I shriek, close my eyes real tight, and what do I know? Fire flies from his fingertips as he rosins up his bow.
I shriek again. Where am I? Georgia? Then much to my relief, he strums a soothing melody and sings me back to sleep.I will never be bored married to this one. He is such a fun roommate. But I am having second thoughts about having gotten him that violin...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Graduation


Well folks, we really did it. We're college graduates. Oh, wait. PSYCHE! Rivka still has an online class to finish! Who did she think she was kidding!? But she's not thinking about that till vacation is over! So, as I was saying, we're college graduates! Here are some of the photos of that memorable day. Thanks to Ma and Pa Wilcoxson for bringing the photoshoot (although I know you won’t want to take credit for some of these!)









You may kiss the graduate!


Davis Divas!

Wow. It's been quite a while. First things first: Diva Weekend. Since most of my brothers went to Panama for a couple of weeks last Christmas, the girls decided it was their turn for a little R&R sans children (except baby Ezzy who was still too little to be left with her dad). Where did we decide to rendezvous? Where else but our grandma's house in Davis, California? But without the luxury of buying a cheap plane ticket months in advance due to the quick organization of this trip, and due to our typically tight student budget, I assumed that this was just one of those trips I would miss out on. However, a couple of weeks beforehand, my wonderfully sweet husband surprised me with a plane ticket, and I cried tears of joy!

But why Davis, you might ask? This town, this house, and this lady hold all the charm and enchantment that seven Mikkelsen ladies could possibly want from their vacation. Non-Mikkelsens who didn't grow up visiting Davis every summer may not understand the nostalgia of the few things we chose to do while in Davis, namely take walks around my grandma's neighborhood, make jewelry at the bead shop, and stroll through the UC Davis Arboretum. (Unfortunately there was simply too little time to allow us to visit the Jelly Belly Factory, another favotrite destination!) Otherwise, we were content to talk and laught about anything at all, eat good food, give eachother pedicures, and sleep in!

This picture needs a little explanation: Every summer as kids, at the end of the 10-hour drive to Davis, my dad would get to this very corner (just yards away from my grandparents' house), stop the car, and say one of two things: 1."Kids, I think I'm lost. We'll never find the house. Let's just go home." or "Oh, darn it! Ya know, I think I forgot my ... (insert personal item such as toothbrush, q-tips, deodorant, etc.) We'd better go back home and get it." At which point we would all scream, jump out of the car and run the rest of the way to Grandma and Grandpa's house. We didn't have Dad with us this time, so Miriam was the one to break the news that we were going to have to turn and go back home. Above is a disgruntled Rivka who has fallen for the trick. Mom is pointing to the "Diva Driver" sticker, which inspired the theme for the weekend.
Pre-pedicure mingling in the bagno.

Morning snuggling.

Diva poses.

 Walking in the Arboretum.

Beading.

 I returned to Provo just in time to for finals week, rested, rejuvinated, and reassured in my belief that I have the coolest sisters, mother, and grandmother a girl could ask for, not to mention the dad, brothers, and husband who made our little getaway possible. Since my sisters, Anna, Miriam and Kathryn have already reported the highlights of the trip, I refer interested readers to their more interesting renderings of Diva Weekend!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Multi-Family Yard Sale!!!

Today (Sat. 18th) from 10am-3pm we'll be having a multi-family yard sale.  There is a lot for sale; come check us out!  230 East 500 North Provo, UT (just south of BYU campus).

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!  The video won't load, so click here.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

"Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world."

THE PARABLE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), WWI Poet and Victim
Published 1920

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb, for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there
And stretchéd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

I read this poem in a World Lit. class recently and it made quite an impression on me. Owen's sentiments regarding war are apparent here, yet, after leaving the front on medical leave, he chose to return, not because he supported the war, but because he felt compelled to return to his men. He was killed days before the war ended. Fascinating. For a page with information on the author and more of his poetry, see http://www.rjgeib.com/heroes/owen/owen.html or

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Pic-O-The Week: (Two) True Women

This is one of my favorite and most treasured pictures of all time. One of my favorite days (my wedding day) with two of my favorite women (my paternal grandmother Margaret Mikkelsen on the left, my maternal grandmother Edna Norlund on the right). I don't know why, but I've been thinking a lot about my grandmothers recently. Maybe it's because I am insanely jealous of my mother and sisters who will head to Davis shortly to visit G-ma Mikkelsen. Maybe it's the prospect of moving to the other side of the country and possibly not seeing her for a long time. I have been particularly missing Grandma Norlund. Perhaps it's because her birthday is coming up, or because my cousins Stephen and Brandon have visited us several times recently and we have spent a lot of time playing '10,000' and reminiscing about her. Sometimes I am reminded of something she told me once or of some funny incident, and I find myself in a fit of spontaneous laughter, usually followed by a tear or two. I miss her raisin bread and cucumber salad, playing with her rubber finger puppets and dancing to her Harry Belefonte records ("Shake, Shake, Shake Sonora" was always my favorite! And you'll find "Jamaican Farewell" on my playlist.) My favorite memory of her is probably the fateful day when, during a family gathering, her hair caught fire after a magical flame shot from Pietr's fingertip. I also love that, upon hearing what my new last name was to be, she purportedly said, "'Wilcoxson'?! What a horrible name to pin on somebody!" To commemorate her upcoming birthday, feel free to share (fond memories, quotes, etc.) I'd love to hear what you remember!

And He's Off!

A couple of weeks ago, my brother Adam and I got to take our brother Pietr into the MTC, where he reported for two years of missionary service for our church in the Taipei Taiwan Mission! He looked so handsome and confident. He was certainly well-prepared to begin this great adventure.It was fun for Boosey to get a little taste of what he'll be doing in a few months, as he will be reporting in May and serving in the KaoHsiung Taiwan mission, just south of Pietr.

Pietr was so excited/impatient to get going that it was a struggle just to get him to stop for the must-have picture in front of the MTC sign. But we prevailed upon him and even snuck a couple more inside...Towering over two other elders reporting, cool, calm and collected... He will be speaking Mandarin.




Before we said our goodbyes, there was a little meeting in which we watched a tear-jerking missionary video and sang "Called to Serve" and then heard from a member of the MTC presidency and his wife. He said some interesting things that I thought I'd pass on. He mentioned the fact that in the Old Testament, it was the designated prophet who was responsible for preaching the gospel. Then in the New Testament it was Christ, followed by His ordained apostles. Then when the church was restored in this dispensation, it was the apostles and the 70s who were called to preach. And now it's all of our young men. They are in good company. Then he listed some of the things that these new missionaries were going to be asking of the people they would teach. They will ask the people to pray, to study the scriptures daily, to gain and strengthen their testimonies, to have family home evening, family prayer and scripture study, to give up anything in their lives that will offend the Spirit, etc. Then he charged all of us present to do these things, the things that our missionaries are asking the people of the world to do. And in doing these things, we will share this experience with them. We, like them, will have two of the best years of our lives, full of joy and peace and the blessings of the gospel. It reminded me of what David told me when I talked to him about my hesitation to marry Chace and give up the chance to serve a mission. He gave me the exact same counsel. How quick I was to forget! So my goal is to follow that charge better than I have been. I think that Pietr will.

Monday, March 16, 2009

25 Miscellaneous Facts

This is a little exercise which I, like Liz, Anna and Mimi, was invited to complete on Facebook for the purpose of sharing various commonly or little-known facts with eachother and learning more about your friends. And as I know that some interested parties do not have access to it there, I have been requested by a few to post it here:

1. I have always thought that German was the most unattractive language spoken by man. However I'm now in a choir which is performing a breathtaking German piece and I'm beginning to appreciate the beautiful hideousness of Deutsch. Ja!

2. I am a girl of many nicknames. Here are just a few:
~Riva (used by my brother David)
~Rico (brother Adam),
~Kiki ( a variation of "kinkachu', a carnivorous mammal belonging to the raccoon family to which I apparently bore resemblance, everyone when I was little),
~Kiko, Kiik, Kika, Kikaputch, Kikaputchinid (variations of 'Kiki'-family),
~Keiko (as in, the whale--various rude people!)~Dirty Bird, Fatso (Dad),
~Jake, Jakey, Stinky (sisters Miriam and Beppy) ~Mamee (sister Miriam),
~Reefer (my druggie friends in high school--I only just learned what a reefer was!)
~Rivkins (said, Reefkins, an old friend)

3.I may have multiple personality disorder--perhaps stemming from the multiplicity of different names I have been called growing up! Chace said once, after a loooong car ride with me, "Ya know what? You should narrate children's audio books." Compliment? Not sure. Among my current alter-egos are, to name just a few:
~a hearty and 60ish Irish lass with a forceful, gravelly voice
~a Japanese Geisha (Chace's favorite!)
~a middle aged British man with a cockney accent who spits when he talks (Chace's least favorite)

4. I love old music and old movies. In fact, I'm starting an old movie night group at the Utah State Mental Hospital. That should be fun. (Any suggestions for catchy group names (e.g. 'Blast from the Past', etc.) or ideas as to how to make it more interesting for the patients? I'm thinking of making some sort of little trivia quiz for them at the beginning with questions about the cast or story line or… something. And popcorn of course.)

5. Speaking of crazies, the craziest thing I've probably ever done: spend the night on the roof of Ackerman Middle School, dodging the eyes of the flighty graveyard janitors who would call the cops at the least provocation--believe me, I know! The second craziest thing I've ever done was to get married at 19. It also happens to be the smartest thing I've ever done!

6. I never really liked my nose until I married my husband, who has now convinced me that it is beautiful--in a Roman sort of way

7. Speaking of noses: Coming home after a lobely evening with an old beau, I leaned over to kiss him goodnight, when after a moment he said, "Why are you all wet?" "What are you talking about?" I said. Then I felt it. Blood was gushing from my nose and down my face (and his!) he almost threw up and I almost died of humiliation. Some things you just don't forget.

8. I feel prettiest when I'm wearing my pearls, either the simple studs Chace gave me as a wedding gift to be married in, or the fancy ones my sister Kathryn gave me for the reception.

9. I regret giving up French. And Italian, for that matter. But hopefully I'll get to live in France and Italy someday and can then learn the languages properly.

10. I have too many scars to count. I have a very high pain threshold and don't even remember how I got most of them. I was always getting scraped up when I was little and doing dangerous things. I don't know how any of us Mikkelsen children survived to maturity.
11. I think I had the happiest, most ideal childhood imaginable. As a child I could often be found outdoors wandering around our property, gardens, orchards or pastures, or in the goat pen, or up in a tree singing, inevitably barefoot, sometimes alone, sometimes with my brother Pietr or my sister Liz. I distinctly remember one sunny afternoon when we played in the hayloft of the red barn, then wandered out to the swing in the cow pasture and Liz and I took turns pushing eachother while singing, "Think of Me" from Phantom, taking turns singing the parts of Christine and Raoul! She was my best friend for much of my life. Sad I don't sing as much anymore, even in the shower.
12. I like old people.

13. I often wonder if I was born in the wrong century. I ungratefully long for the days of balls and gowns and carriages and parasols. But then I realize that the Sonicare Elite (my lectric toothbrush) wasn't invented until a few years ago, and I am content.

14. I love BYU. I'm sitting here in the Talmage (math) building overhearing a conversation about mathematical proofs and the gospel! I can only hear snippets, but it's something about Lehi's proof of contradiction (whatever that means!) One of them is laughingly saying, "How can you feel the spirit when you say that?!" Now one of them is leaving, saying, "It's getting too nerdy in here!" Ahh, it's a beautiful campus full of beautiful people where so many different kinds of truth are taught. As I write a girl leans over and asks me how long I'll be here. "Oh, another half hour or so. Why? Do you need something?" "Well, I wonder if I can leave my stuff here while I go in for an interview. Could you watch it for me?" So here I sit next to this stranger's things: a new laptop, a stack of expensive looking text books, a cell phone, a backpack, probably a wallet if I had rummaged. Trust and honor are not dead!

15. I love a breakfast of hot cereal with nuts, blueberries and honey and a tall green smoothy (made green by spinach mostly, though I may venture to add chard or kale one day.)

16. When I want to procrastinate, I cook. One has to eat! Right? Today I should be studying for Abnormal Psych or reading Virginia Woolf. But I'm making Fumi Salad. Yum!

17. One of my favorite days was, oddly, when I was sick. So was Chace actually. After a whirlwind 2 weeks of top-to-bottom Italy, we detoxed in the loft of a friend's beach house in Sicily. We had it all to ourselves for a week. We ate pasta and pesto when we were hungry, and made lemon granita from the massive lemons off of the lemon tree in the garden. We laughed and cried as I read aloud Dickens' Tale of Two Cities all day long. And when my voice got tired we mozied out to the patio or down to the shore to dip our feet in, or hopped on some bikes and rode into town.

18. I love to ride bikes. I also love to open doors for people. For some reason, I just feel so good about myself when I do!

19. Once, at a time in my life when I was too blonde, too tan and too skinny
I was accused of being a dead ringer for Paris Hilton. Insult or compliment? I'm not sure, but my goal is never to resemble her again in any way. (Thank goodness we are less frequently bombarded with her face in the checkout lines these days!)

20. Another goal is to remember and implement this quote in my day-to-day life: "It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations–these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit–immortal horrors or everlasting splendours." (C. S. Lewis, "The Weight of Glory")
21. I'm jealous of those people who look exquisite when they cry. I look hideous.

22. When I was a very little girl I sometimes napped on the back of our old horse Aplomado while he grazed. He was the sweetest, most gentle creature. We all learned to ride on him. Oh the things we put him through! Braiding his mane and tale like a Barbie doll, setting up saw horses and fallen trees as jumps for him in the pasture and pretending we were riding the steeple chase, racing him against the other horses, playing horse-back tag on the logging trails, eating all the corn kernels out of his grain before feeding it to him! Every child should grow up with a horse like Plommy. I have a feeling I'll meet him again in heaven. And my dog Zara.

23. I must be getting old because I'm beginning to acquire all those 'adult-acquired' tastes, like asparagus, plain yogurt, herbal tea and butter pecan ice cream.

24. Playing in a park one night with my friends, laughing and singing and joking, we suddenly found ourselves being closed in upon from every direction by about four flashlight-wielding police officers, telling us tersely to give them our beer and our pot. "What?" we said. "Officers, we're not drunk! And we're not high! We're just playing in the park!" They were dubious at first, but upon staying a while and ascertaining that we were, in fact, not doing anything illegal or immoral, they laughed and left, congratulating us on our ability to have such a good time without the use of booze or crack! Boy did we ever!

25. My parents are some of the most beautiful and amazing people I know, followed by my brothers and sisters. It is from them that I have learned everything I know about being good. I hope I make them proud of me.