Christmas 2007 friend poem

"Weigh Every Choice" When opening your gift this year, With shock you’ll say, “A scale?” Therefore, the many reasons It’s important I shall tell: For measuring ingredients, ensuring right amounts; To have a perfect outcome of a meal. If all your weights and measurements Are accurate and just right, Your friends will think you cook with style and skill. When thinking of a kitchen scale, A diet comes to mind, But if you’re thinking smart You’ll know there’s more, That kitchen scales can do To make your meals have great appeal; And make them turn out wonderful for sure. Let’s say you’re making apple pie, You go into the store And purchase five green apples for the treat. A European recipe is not amounts, but grams; Which makes your apple pie more full and sweet! You’ll find much more consistency When using kitchen scales, And thus, a more successful finished dish. So go enjoy your kitchen scales And everything they weigh, And may this Christmas grant your greatest wish. And while we’re weighing foods to eat, There’s more that we have weighed, We’ve weighed the many choices Through our life that we have made. Now it seems to me a kitchen scale Could represent our life, And the choices we each make While we serve as mom and wife. I’ve weighed so many times how You’ve been “weigh” great friends to me. I’ve weighed our many lunches That have filled my life with glee. We’ve weighed the “weigh” we’ve raised our kids-- Too harsh or else too easy? Yet still, no matter how we chose, It wasn’t always breezy. A scale is quite consistent, Though adjustments must be made. Along the “weigh” we’ve also Altered attitudes, and prayed. As there are many kinds of scales, There are many kinds of friends. You’ve helped show me the “weigh” to go For enduring to the end. With every thought and action, With every word and deed, You’ve weighed your choices wisely-- You’re a great and awesome breed. You’ve given me so many years Of therapy and fun. Your friendship weighs so precious When my Christmas day is done.

Autumn 2007 - Foxhill Ward Reunion

To the tune of "Sweet Caroling"-by the bishopric Look at the ward And it just seems so awesome We get our high by serving you. And when I help Helpin’ runs off my shoulders How can I fail when I’m helping you. Ward, helping ward Reachin’ out Helpin’ me Helpin’ you Sweet Foxhill Ward Good time never seemed so good I’d be inclined To believe they never would Oh no, no (Clap if you fill it) And. . . . . .Sweet Foxhill Ward Good time never seem so good I’d be inclined To believe they never would Sweet Foxhill Ward!

August 2007-Wedding Poem

I have so many memories Of a charming, gorgeous girl Who came to live in North Salt Lake. She is a gem--a pearl. She shared the story of her life. It wasn’t always fun; But I knew she’d rise triumphant When the end of day had come. You shared with me some poems one day (to write we like to do). I don’t know if you have copies So, I return them now to you. May you keep up this great talent, All throughout your life; Especially as you start this role Of being Danny’s wife. I thank you for my memories. For the way you’ve made me think; And how well you have grown up my dear, Before I could even blink! And now you’re getting married-- Could you really be that old? Still I know the lucky fellow Has found in Cass true gold. With much love and fondness,

May 2007 for Mom for Mother's Day

For 55 years you’ve been my mother, And if I were to choose, there’d be no other That I would have picked--you’re the perfect one. You make every moment in life so fun. You’re spiritual, funny, creative and kind, Well-traveled, well-read, and you have a great mind. Your computer savvy rivals the best. All who enter your home feel like honored guests. That “happy gene” we received from you Has helped with the struggles we all go through. Your ability with the written word Is so incredible it’s almost absurd-- From missionary letters to funeral thoughts, To birthday “epistles”, you’ve written lots! You’ve lifted the downtrodden, helped the poor. You are the mother I truly adore. I ask myself daily why I was so blessed With a mom so superior to all the rest. It’s a wonderful life I have, that’s true; But the joy from each moment I owe to you.

Limericks

I wrote these limericks on things Utah for some contest the paper was doing, but none won :( Food Storage There once was a city of Salt. It was built on a sizable fault. The earthquake did come, But the folks were not glum; They had two years of food in their vault. Hey Everybody! When the Beatles were singing their songs, They once to Salt Lake came along. Not a soul was in sight. It was on Monday night. So they had to sing elsewhere, to throngs! Fruitella Fanning A woman named Fruitella Fanning Developed a passion for canning. The nuclear blast To her jars soon did pass. Now her fruit for consumption they’re banning! Reality When a sports team moved into our city We built them a field that was pretty. While our schools lacked millions, Our sports team got billions. Fields expand, while young minds grow quite bitty.

March 2007-Pauls boarding poem

Paul wrote it but it was too good so I had to include it "A Boarder's Paradise" Excitement builds as I lay out my gear, In preparation for the day ahead. An early sleep brings dreams of fun to come With boards, boots, beanies, snow and noses red. The mountain top looks great as I arrive. I powder-bury skiers in my path, As through the trees I fly on wings of wood; And pity those who feel the boarders wrath. I hit a jump. I’m spinning through the air. I land the perfect trick; a gnarly five. As I approach the longest rail in sight I grind and slide; I’m feeling so alive. The slopes were great but in my perfect eyes, My backyard’s best, a boarder’s paradise. ~Paul Castleberry

Costco card Christmas for kids 2006

To the tune of "Jolly Old St Nicholas" Go to Costco get a cart, Plan your strategy. Find a gift you’d love to have. Buy it rapidly. As you enter, a LaGoon pass Hits you in the face. Next to that’s a movie pass Or a leaded crystal vase. Home or office on aisle three; Pots on row eleven-- Not the kind you smoke, but still There are plants on aisle thirty seven. The cold room has vegetables Nearby is small appliance; Of course the fun computer games Might let you form an alliance. Propel, water, soda pop, Near the laundry soap; Frozen foods or home decor Or licorice by the rope. Clothes for boys and clothes for girls Clothes for mom and dad Fill up all the middle aisles To keep you nicely clad. Maybe you want vitamins Or books and dvd’s. Bicycles might be your want But Ipods also please. As you celebrate this year, Please do keep in mind, All the love we feel from you. That is the greatest gift to find.

Girls Camp 2006

From the “Emerald City”/ To the “Emerald Pools”/ Your “trail” will be easy/ If you follow His rules./ Our Savior has shown us/ How to “Come Unto Him”,/ So follow His light/ And never be dim.

Christmas friend poem 2006

‘Twas the year before Christmas And back at my home, I saw something stirring. . . A witch or a gnome. I thought about stockings To get just for fun, But the witches were tempting; They were bought, I was done. With all of the Christmas Decor in our homes, I thought Halloween Might be good for these gnomes. Then I had a new idea Right there in my head, So the witches were put off ‘Til this year instead. Then we went to Honduras; The cornhusk dolls were cute. And I thought, “I’ll give both. My friends won’t give a hoot.” But one more thing popped Into my little brain; So I made a cd (And it was quite a pain). Now Shauna, now Marilyn, Now Bonnie, now Trice, I really must tell you I feel blessed and pleased With the friendship we’ve forged Over so many years, As we’ve shared in our moments Of laughter and tears. So the songs I’ve included Are songs about friends; And how blessed you should be For the love that you send To so many people In so many ways. It’s a wonderful world, And I’m singing your praise. This poem is now ended. I’m all out of rhyme; Except for to wish you A great Christmas time!

Christmas poem/gift

Christmas poem/gift Dec 2010 with a cake server... You live a life of service/ In everything you do,/ Your service to young women/ Is good and right and true./ I learn by your example./ Your love is warm and strong/ And as I serve beside you I/ Can’t possibly go wrong./ Now here’s another “server”/ For you this Christmas time;/ And know the joy your service brings/ Can’t be expressed in rhyme./ Have a wonderful Christmas and please know what a joy it is for me to serve with you in Young Women. Love, Kash