TO ALL THE MAMAS

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!

Happy Mother's day to three special women in my life that I consider my mothers. No, I do not come from a polygamist family. haha. Today I would like to send a  special message to these three and talk about each of them. My love runs deep for then each and we each have our own special mother/son/ friend relationship.  For that I am Eternally grateful to The Man in Charge. He must have know I was a "delicate" soul, and needed not one, not two, but three mothers to survive.

My maternal mother, Donna, raised me until I was 17 but then passed away when I was in high school due to complication to Diabetes. She is where I get my wit, my laugh, my passion, and my temper. At 5'1, girl was not afraid to give "the look" nor get on a step stool to look down and yell at ya! I even think she used a baseball bat as a mediator. It, uh,  worked...... haha. (I was never hurt, now!)

She taught me everything I needed to know when I was little. Like how to wash your hands. How to fold your socks. We dealt with the Santa crisis that comes with age. She taught me to say "Please" and "Thank you." She told me to choose my friends with wisdom. She taught me that "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam" and that my body is a Temple. The importance of a relationship with of Heavenly Father, and wanting to serve him. She lead the music in our church so I was the little kid that always got into trouble while my mom was up in front of everyone. The faster I did something, the faster she would lead the music! One time we did a 10 min hymn in 2 min flat! She also taught me how good a diet coke is after a long day.  Along with my Dad, They introduced me to some of the greatest comedians of all time, Johnny Carson, Jonathan Winters, Don Rickles, and Bob Hope, Carol Burnett, Lucille Ball, and we watched, All in the Family, I love Lucy, and The Dick Van Dyke Show to name a few.  I introduced them to the Muppets! By the way, no, I did not grow up in a nursing home. 17 years with her were precious, but not near enough. I miss her. I miss her a lot.                                          

When Mom passed my best friend's mom, Debbie, just stepped up, and from what I remember, told me that I should pack a bag a just live with them for awhile. (I know, it's all very Sandra Bullock in "The Blind Side") I stayed there and learned a few things that were very important: a strong work ethic. I spent some good ol' family fun down on the farm doin' fence and watering trees. Then fence is still there but the trees died. I guess I am not a Botanist after all.
They also reminded me the importance of my relationship with God. Something that had been established with my own mother, it was just placed into perspective with Debbie. She helped me get ready to serve an LDS Mission to Lubbock, Texas in 2003-2005 and has helped me recently as I am kicking and screaming into adulthood. In this, she has taught me strength. She has mothered me through good times and bad, and been a great fountain of advice as I take a path not many have taken. I know no matter what, I will have a mother's love from her. I also have introduced the Muppets to ALL the Buehlers.....


I was released from my LDS mission in October 2005 and my Aunt Kim (my stepmother's sister) had just lost her husband and both of her sons were married and she was looking ahead to an empty house and being all alone. I had no idea what I was really going to do with my life, so she MADE me come live with her. She had some strong feelings that she was to take care of me. The night before I was to move over to her house I contracted cellulites in my left leg and was in the hospital. I was in bed for months! She took care of me and just adopted me right from the get-go. We have been to Disneyland more times than I can count, and she is one of my biggest fans and always pushes and prods me along to do my best at what I want to do. She is always there to pick up the pieces if I fall, as well. She always wants me to work hard, and do what makes me happy. She is an eternal optimist! If I ever do a show, she is in the front row. Well, the second or third. She gets afraid I will throw something at her or call her on stage. She is also helping Debbie  as I am kicking and screaming through adulthood.  oh, I also introduced Kim to the Muppets.

I have heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason. They Bring something we must learn We are led to those who help us most to grow. If we let them, and if we help them in return. I hope I am keeping my end of the deal. Happy Mother's day to you two and to Mom, wherever you are, I hope you are celebrating and are happy. scratch that, I know you are happy. I love you. All three of you. And once again. I do not come from a polygamist family!!

THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENS.....

Hello ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to The Chase Beecher Show! This is my first post on my first day on this blog. I have been getting this thing together for months. Does it show? Do you like the set? (What set?)

Since it is my first day, today is all about firsts. I could tell you about my first pair of shoes (my feet were so big, even then, they had to be specially made.) I could tell you about my first kiss. (She missed and kissed my chin, getting a mouth full of goatee.) But I want to tell you about my first passage into manhood. My first shave....

I remember when I was 13 years old. I had a teensy bit of peach fuzz on my face and I thought that it was time for me to become a man. My father is one of these rough and tough cowboy types that has always had a beard. Anytime he has shaved he does it with just warm water and a blade. I have come to find out this hurts. I think he shaved like this just to make himself look tough.

So, I go in our bathroom, shut the door and get the hot water running. I grab a new razor blade out of the cupboard. Butterflies are fluttering in my tummy. Today I cross the bridge from child to man. Wait. Stop. I am not going to do this without shaving cream! I looked high and low. The next best thing was a tube of "Victoria's Secret Sweet Pea English Tea Party Sissy Foo-Foo Girlie Girl" lotion. It will work. So I did it. I applied it all over my face, up to my eybrows. I butchered my face with the blade, and rinsed and then ran out to show my mother.

Now, my mother was a tender loving soul. Unless, you crossed her. I told her that I shaved, and her eyes welled up with tears! "You DID WHAT?!?!" "WITH WHAT?!?!" I tried to explain it was a good thing. She was so mad. She was mad and overdramatic, like a daytime soap actress! She kept repeating "You will regret this for the rest of your life! You will have to shave everyday now! It will just keep growing! I have lost my baby! My baby! " At this point she was almost sobbing. Sobbing, folks. I think she even wanted to keep the peach fuzz to preserve what was left of her "little baby." I was flabbergasted. How could this not be a good thing? Well, I learned. The next day I woke up with 5'o clock shadow and now look like the Wolfman if I miss a day. One time I went for a month without a shave and walked down the street, and someone even gave me money! They told me they felt sorry and to go get a hot meal, whatever that meant.

That was my first shave. It was also the first time I learned ask mom first.