Friday, December 27, 2013

Christmas 2013




Christmas Morning


She was so excited for her dresser!



 Smith Christmas 
Grandma's new shoes! Love them!


 Grandpa gave Abigail her own Guitar. She has been on it since singing her own song
She just LOVES it



 Zeller Christmas 

 Cute Kids
Missing was Jessie, Ty, Kaydon and Ashton. They are living in Hurricane this year. 

My China. I finally have a full set and then some! Love my Husband! He is so thoughtful!


Monday, December 23, 2013

2013 Winter Dance Recital

Abigail is taking Jazz and Hip Hop this year. She has been doing really well and had enjoyed learning some new dance moves. She had her Winter dance recital this past Saturday. 


I was so proud of her, she worked really hard to get the dance down. She had some cousins, Aunts & Uncles, and both her Grandma's there to cheer her on. After we all went to Olive Garden and had a late dinner. Such a great night.  





Breakfast with Santa

We went to Thanksgiving point to have breakfast with Santa. We had so much fun. Abigail sat on Santa's lap and talked with him about what she wanted. This year it is an Orbeez foot spa and a color your own butterfly purse. 








We got to meet Prancer and Blitzen





We had watched "Elf" a few week prior and Buddy was there. Abigail stalked him. She tried to make sure no matter where he was she was right there trying to talk with him. 





She played games, made a sugar cookie, got her face painted, and had a dance off with Buddy and a bunch of kids. 




So happy that we got to go again this year. We missed having Dad there with us. As usual he was on his weekend hours. 



Friday, December 20, 2013

Snowmen and friends


We had a huge snow storm. I don't think we have had this much snow out of one storm in a few years. We had a lot of fun shoveling, snow blowing, making a few snowmen, and playing with our neighbor friends. 





Baby Lincoln and Little Gabe
The cutest boys ever!





Dad and Abigail making a snowman for the back yard


Saturday, December 14, 2013

Utah Symphony


Christmas Concert

I took Abigail today to the symphony for Here Comes Santa Clause. 
We had a great time. We visited with Santa, then watched the symphony, went to City Creek Mall, and out for lunch at Johnny Rockets. We had a great time today! She loved the symphony. 



















Thursday, December 12, 2013

Ho! Ho! Ho!

One of the many Santa's we met this season so far. She now knows there are many of Santa's helpers out there. 

Christmas Card 2




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Whisper and Willow

Our spunky little kitties Whisper and Willow went to be with Morris. They have been having such a hard time these past few months. We knew they would not make it through this winter. Whisper turned 18 and Willow 17. 

It was not easy. We found Willow in her house and she would not move so we wrapped her up and headed to the vet. Whisper had been doing so poorly and was falling and had lost so much weight we had to put him down also. We didn't want to make him continue to suffer. It was a blessing that they went together since they had spent their whole life together. We buried then next to Morris under their favorite tree. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

3 years

Three years ago today my life changed, my Dad passed away. I know it is normal to grieve for someone you love and I  do not expect to just be fine even now after three years. I think of him everyday. I know he is by my side I feel him. 

long post but reading this helps me get through. 

Memories of my Dad written by Don
The first day I met Bill I had gone to his house to pick up Rhonie.   Smoke poured out of the kitchen door as two extremely excited dogs named Reebok and Lucky came running up to check out the stranger…     I remember the way he sat there at his kitchen table with his shirt off, and cigarette burning, I remember the way his diamond stud earring looked against his almost sunburned skin.  But on that first meeting, the detail I will always remember the most was his eyes.  I remember how he looked at me as I came walking through the door way as Rhonie introduced us.  His eyes were green, and reminded me of Rhonies. 
It didn’t take long to recognize he didn’t hold much back when he wanted to say something…He was bold, blunt, and you’d best just buck up around him, or you were liable to walk away with your feelers hurt.  If he had something to say then he’d say it, and it was “matter of fact!”  It didn’t matter who heard him either.  I remember one time specifically:  Rhonie and I were riding in the cab of his truck, and we had come to a stop at the first light we’d come to.  Rhonie I think new what was coming, of course I had no idea.  He rolled down his window, leans out a bit, and starts harassing the people in the car next to us!  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing!  I wanted to duck!  To hide my head!  Really!  The funnier thing is I couldn’t even tell you what it was he had said!  It was certainly no language I had ever heard before!  It was the first time I had heard Bills very own language.  It was extremely embarrassing yet…  It was hilarious!  He of course got the biggest kick out of it!  Needless to say I began watching for what vehicles we might be stopping next to at the next light, and scoping out the passengers to see just what I might be in for!
I remember the day I had asked him to go fishing with me, with the intent of asking him for his daughters hand.  My heart pounded that morning I picked him up, not sure of how this was going to go, or if I could even bring myself to ask him.  I think he could sense how nervous I was, and after I had let several quite moments pass, which would have been the perfect opportunity, he began telling me stories about the old days of hunting and fishing, and getting into trouble.  He had helped me to relax, and just enjoy the day… I never did ask him for his daughters hand, or for his blessing, but somehow it was O.K., but I believe he knew why I’d taken him up that day, and even though I wussed  out,  we’d had an unspoken understanding that day.
Some of my favorite things to do with Bill was to go shooting out in the desert, or to do the gun shows with him.  Doing the gun shows with Bill was always fun.  Even though the show itself might have been the most boring show ever, we would manage to rustle something up to laugh about.  The slow times seemed to provide the most entertainment.  We would sit back and watch the people walk by.  It never took long for him to zero in on a new target to make wise cracks or jokes about.  He would regularly show us just how brave he could be with his comments, which I must say… I honestly can’t believe he never got smacked or slugged!  I was always waiting for the day that he’d go too far, but somehow he’d manage to get right to the edge and then back off just in time.  There were times when I was never so embarrassed!   And there were times when I had never laughed so hard!  That is the Bill I will always remember, both of us laughing so hard our faces were purple!
Bill was a very neat and tidy kind of person.  In fact I think in many ways he was a bit obsessive compulsive… or OCD as they say…  He couldn’t let certain things be left unattended to, like dishes in the sink for example.  He was the only one in my home who knew how to load a dishwasher!  No one else had a brain in their head when it came to loading a dishwasher!  Laundry had to fall on a certain day of the week, which Rhonie loved to foul him up on when ever she figured out what day laundry day would be, and it would just foul up his whole plans for the week of sitting at home doing nothing!  All laundry had to be run through the rinse cycle twice, he cleaned his room on a specific day as well.  He really was quite meticulous.  He had to fold his towels a certain way, you had to rinse the “scaleebus”  out of the sink just so many times, and out of the shower as well.  One time in fact Rhonie went down to his room on laundry day and found him turning all his socks inside out to “DE-LINT” them with a pair of nail clippers before he would put them away!   
                We all have funny habits, I know I certainly have mine… but I must share one of Bills that ended up being some pretty priceless entertainment at our house.  Bill was known for falling asleep in front of the “BOOB TUBE.”  Whenever Bill would fall asleep in front of the television, we could always watch in amazement as how he stayed in that chair!  At times it was unreal!  He would be swaying back and forth, so severely at times that I wondered how it was possible!  It was like his butt was glued to that chair!  Sometimes he’d wake himself up just slightly, open his eyes, and quickly scan the room to see if anyone was watching him, and fall asleep again in an instant!  There were a handful of times where that wonder glue that held his butt in that chair just wasn’t enough, and you heard evidence of the crash rumble through the entire house!  Rhonie and I would run in to make sure he was o.k., and we’d find him sitting in his chair as though nothing had happened.  When we’d start to laugh a little under our breath he’d give us the most sarcastic smile showing you all his teeth!  The looks on his face were priceless!  Those times ended quickly however once my basement was finished and Jayson and Becky gave him a recliner, his days of falling out of the chair were through!  And I have to say it was definitely a good thing too!  Abby used to love sneaking downstairs to see her Poppa, crawl up on his lap and watch T.V. with him, he’d turn the channel over to the animal planet or something and they’d both lay there in that recliner and poppa would gently tickle her arm.  ( and load her up on candy!)  Thanks poppa! 
                Bill was tough as they come, he had a rough edge to him that sometimes rubbed even the closest to him the wrong way…  But let me fill you in on a well kept secret- he was as big a softy as anyone else!  Often times if you got up early enough, you could catch him singing to the dogs, or catch him with a tear or two during a sad show, and even more than a tear or two in emotional movies involving animals such as “Hidalgo.”  Let me tell you the first time he watched that show at our house he was a wreck!  But we pretended not to notice.  He had a great love for animals, why he even hated to see me give nanook a lecture in front of his latest hole in my flower beds.  That love for animals is where Rhonie gets it, and I have to do my best at all times to keep the number of animals in my own home down to just below zoo status!
                I have so many memories of Bill I could go on and on, but one stands out from the rest, and is one I’ll remember personally for the rest of my days.  We were all together at a special family event, it was the end of dinner at a restaurant, every one had just left the table leaving the two of us alone as we signed our checks.  He stood up and walked behind my chair, when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I instantly scooted in my chair so that he could pass- but he never lifted his hand… I sat staring forward wondering if he was about to say something… no words were ever spoken.  He tapped my shoulder a couple times, then turned and walked away.  I had known Bill long enough to know that while he had the ability to tell anybody anything at anytime, (appropriate or not), that he struggled when it came to expressing his other feelings and emotions.  There was another unspoken understanding there, that I heard loud and clear.  That was one of those moments in my life I will  never forget.
                I have seen the Bill Zeller that lay beneath the layers of thick hide that he wrapped himself in.  Those layers were somehow part of who he was, but inside, beneath all that tuff stuff, he was quite a caring and loving man, who wanted to see his family do well, despite the severity with which he teased us all.
                Bill Zeller has left his mark on me and my life, and I will never forget him!




Memories by me...

My dad was a great man. 
He could make you laugh in an instant, make you madder 
then anything in the drop of a hat and then make you laugh some more.

 He wanted everyone to think (and some of you still might) that he was tough as nails. And there was many times when I thought he was. Over the past 7 years I had gotten to know my dad even more though I new him all my life. My dad had a soft heart, he did care about everyone around him, but he just didn’t want anyone to know.  I have 33 years of great memories of my dad. I would just like to share a few.


My dad had a great sense of humor. I remember when I bought my first car and him telling me not to forget my blinker fluid and how he laughed when I came home and told him there was no such thing. I remember him teaching me how to fish and when we went fishing we were not aloud to breath for fear we were scaring all the fish, to shoot a rifle and how Jessie and I would go behind him and bury all the pot guts, how he told us to clean the ska-lee-bis out of the sinks.
I will always remember how he had a name for everyone he would meet, and many more people that just happened to cross his path where ever that may be.  I enjoyed going with him to the gun shows for many reasons but I will always remember how much fun it was watching for the regulars that he had his names for. I enjoyed him telling people to keep their dirty hands off his guns even though he was selling them. He always thought they were ripping him off if they offered him even a penny less then what he was asking. Yet no one’s gun was worth even close to what they were asking. There stuff was garbage. 


 I remember his face when I brought Abby home, the tears in his eyes, he was so happy. When Don would get home from work he would matter of fact tell him I had hid her all day from him in my room, I remember watching him with Kaydon, he had so much pride for his little cowboy, how he cradled Ashton in his arms tight with a big smile, he had such a gleam in his eyes  watching each dance recital and song Camille would sing in the living room, even a small smile  when she would run up and smack him on the belly for sleeping at the table. And I remember when we all first met Erica. You are his first grandchild even though you came into our family when you were a little toddler he loved you with all his heart. 
He will always be your Papa Bill.

I am going to miss you dad. I’m going to miss your fiery attitude, your jokes (even the ones I found not so funny), your smile, and those soft green eyes.    
I love you dad……