Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Month in Review: July 2007

Welcome to Month in Review: July 2007, documenting key events for our family history. This is a great way to catch up with the Clarks. Most of the following events have been covered on the blog, but as always, there are a few new moments and photos.

  • On the first day of July, David had only two bottom teeth. He is now at a whopping 8-tooth-total, including the four top front teeth an the two top molars. (Ouch.)
  • Chris's Dad, Ron, came for a fun visit, splitting his time to see people in Orem, Utah (Ryan & Brittany), Salt Lake City (Tom, Daniel, us), and Pocatello, Idaho (Sydney, Katie & Quin). While at our house, he hid spare change around the house for Chris to find, as he knows this is one of Chris's greatest delights in life. I came across one of the quarters just yesterday (don't worry, Chris--I left it there for you to find and horde). Also during his visit, I captured a touching multi-generational moment on camera, when Chris attacked David and Ron attacked Chris.
  • Michael proved that Tommy's not the only smarty-pants in the family, by identifying letters by sight, sound, and words they start.
  • Chris spent a week on the East Coast. He spent 3 days in New York City at a management training seminar, and the rest of the time in East Brunswick, NJ, goofing off with his brothers and old friends. He gained 5-10 pounds while he was there, all from pizza and Rita's gelatis.
  • I stayed home with the kids while Chris was off having fun. We managed to have some fun of our own:
    • Michael & Tommy started swimming lessons (pictures forthcoming)
    • Tommy had one Saturday booked with a full day of parties,
    • We had a quick but great visit with Jolie & Tim Rodriguez
    • I had a few babysitters who enabled me to: spend a nice, quiet evening at the Temple; have a great lunch with my friend Becky; attend an appreciation banquet at Brighton Girls Camp (an extra girls camp for the 12-13 year olds).
  • Tommy and Michael spent a couple days with Grandma Sydney, Katie & Quin. They were thrilled that Grandma let them each pick out their own toy at the store, and took them swimming at the Red Lion hotel (where she works in HR).
  • We started listening to the final Harry Potter book.
  • Chris continues to keep busy at work, performing various HR functions, and developing new manager training programs. He hired an intern to help out, which should be a great experience (for both of them).
  • Michael has started making strides towards graduating to "big boy underwear." I will spare you the details.
  • Chris and I had our Eighth Anniversary. It was pretty low-key, but fun. We feel very blessed to be happily married, with 3 healthy, happy little boys!

Pass it On

Top Ten TuesdayI am so happy to be married to such a great guy. Yesterday we celebrated our 8th Anniversary. And by "celebrated," I mean the whole family went to the gym (the boys go to the "kid's club" while we work out), got take-out (Cafe Rio, of course), then came home and watched our new favorite prank-show (Just for Laughs). We are planning a getaway weekend to Park City (without the kids), but haven't been able to schedule it yet.

I spent this morning digging through a box of wedding stuff, looking for a copy of our wedding invitation to scan for this post--may I just say that the scanner did not do it justice, especially since it didn't pick up the adorable, delicate, embossed flower border. Of course opening a box of wedding stuff opens a flood of memories, and I have been looking at old notes, cards, ticket stubs, and photos for the last hour or so. One great find was some notes from my bridal shower, where everyone had passed on some marriage advice. A few things were silly, like "wear lots of high heels and platform shoes" (see above photos if you don't get the joke), or "Don't worry what anyone else says; Tell them you only dated on P-Day and only kissed once or twice on the mission." Other advice was less-silly, and applies just as much today as it did then.

Top Ten: Words of Wisdom for the Newlyweds
Courtesy of my Bridal Shower Guests
  1. Develop inside jokes together. It will strengthen your relationship.
  2. Be yourself! Love each other and always talk about things.
  3. Avoid the Grapefruit Syndrome.
  4. Say "I love you" creatively, like spelling it out in the shower with shaving cream, spelling it with cereal, etc.
  5. Plan secret getaways for you and your husband--they are absolutely fabulous!
  6. Remember to be patient with Chris--he's not quite as perfect as you! And keep communication open between the two of you and Heavenly Father... pray together every day.
  7. Be nice to each other! Have a ton of fun together! Communicate! Communicate! And have more fun! Take the best from each of your families and make a super new family!
  8. Keep focused on the big picture and don't fret about the little things (especially any quirks he may have.) Also--make pancakes for each other and do nice romantic things too!
  9. Smile. :)
  10. Always remember to give praise and compliments.
What advice would you add to the list?

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The End of a Journey

Chris made it back late last night (after a flight cancellation and 2 hours on the phone finding a new flight that would get him in before the end of the weekend). Today we drove up to Pocatello to pick the kids up from Chris's mom's house. We were so excited for the 4-hour car trip, since it meant we could finally start listening to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (don't worry, NO spoilers ahead). We hit major construction delays along the way, which gave us an extra hour of listening time, but we are still only on the 3rd of the 17 cds!We fell in love with the Harry Potter series in the Spring of 2000. We had been married almost a year, and were making the big move from New Jersey to Utah (I dragged Chris out to BYU). We (Chris) drove a moving truck across the country, pulling our little clunker car behind us. One of our stops along the way was to see my brother Bryan, his wife Anna, and their kids in Ohio. The #1 highlight of this visit was when they let Chris do some target shooting with a shotgun, and it knocked him onto his back. The #2 highlight was that Anna suggested we buy the tapes to some book called "Harry Potter" to listen to on the drive. We had nothing better to do, so we did it.

It started out as just something to fill our time, but it wasn't long before we were rushing through our gas and bathroom stops, so we could hurry back to the car and find out what what would happen next. We loved the story and we especially enjoyed the narration, performed by Jim Dale. The day we arrived in Utah, we went to Costco to stock our new little apartment, and we couldn't resist buying the tape versions of books 2 and 3. We constantly looked for extra opportunities to be in the car driving, so we could listen to more of the story. As we got closer to the end of a book, we would take the tapes into the apartment, and just sit listening for hours. We finished the first three books just in time for the release of the 4th, but after that we joined the rest of the world in the agonizing wait in between books. We were happy that the movies came along to entertain us in the meantime, but of course nothing can compare to reading (er, listening to) the real thing.

We already have a few road trips planned this month, and I'm trying to think of even more places we can go (Grand Canyon, Chris?), so we can hurry and hear the end of this story that has been such a fun part of our lives over the years!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Countdown

5 - Full days of summer vacation left (Tommy's school is on a short summer schedule)
4 - Hours until tonight's bedtime
3 - Minutes until the current obnoxious tv cartoon is over
2 - Days until I see Chris again
1 - Night to go before I drop Tommy & Michael off for a couple days with Grandma Sydney

While I firmly believe that we shouldn't wish our time away, sometimes it helps to find a few things to look forward to.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Our Hearts Will Swell

Top-Ten Tuesday

A couple weeks ago, Chris spoke in Church about Pioneers. He discussed how Book of Mormon prophets often taught their people by reminding them of the story of Moses leading the Children of Israel to the Promised Land. In the same way, our modern-day prophets have encouraged us to remember the Mormon Pioneer Story. Today's Pioneer Day marks 160 years since the Saints entered the Salt Lake Valley.

Top-Ten: Lessons I Hope to Learn from the Pioneers
  1. Faith in Every Footstep. Chris and I have spent most of our marriage not being able to look more than a year ahead and know where we would be living or what we would be doing. Time has brought some stability, but I suspect we will always be required to venture into the unknown and trust that things will work out for our good. (Paraphrasing Harold B. Lee's advice, cited here.)
  2. Lovely Deseret (Industry). The image of busy bumblebees buzzing around their hive is more than just an arbitrary state emblem or motto. How can I complain about yardwork, housework, and cooking when I think about the Pioneers' arduous daily tasks of clearing trails, breaking and setting up camp, and finding and preparing food in the wilderness?
  3. They Pushed their Handcarts. Would I be willing to leave my posessions behind? How large would my handcart need to be to fit in the things that I consider essential? I might need to trim down my list of "must-haves" before I go check out the new Ikea.
  4. Pioneer Children Sang as They Walked. The Spirit in my home would be improved if I listened to more good music, and sang more with my children.
  5. Why Should we Mourn, or Think our Lot is Hard? I often find myself complaining about how hard I work and how little I get in return. It simply isn't true; I am richly blessed.
  6. Sacrifice Brings forth the Blessings of Heaven. Another typical complaint of mine is that as a mother, I always come last: last to sit down at dinner, last to go to bed, last to get a vacation. Besides the fact that I need to stop whining about this, I need to recognize motherhood as an incredible opportunity to make real sacrifices in my life, and receive blessings in doing so..
  7. I'll Do What You Want Me to Do. Am I willing to put my life in Someone Else's hands and do whatever is required, or am too busy making to-do lists, color-coded with my own priorities?
  8. There's Still Time for Play. I love how the Pioneers sang and danced and played at the end of the day. It reminds me to celebrate/play/relax after I have accomplished something.
  9. But with Joy, Wend your Way. If the Pioneers could find joy in their journey, I think I should be pretty happy to have a minivan, a house that's cool in the summer and warm in the winter, and most of all--my healthy husband and children.
  10. Carry on, Carry on, Carry on.
...Our Song of Adoration, Blessed Honored Pioneer!

Monday, July 23, 2007

Divine

Late this afternoon the kids and I met up at Temple Square with my sister-in-law Jolie, her husband Tim and most of their kids, all visiting from Pennsylvania. Also with them were Alisha, Zeb, and their cute girls, visiting from Idaho. We took a quick walk around the grounds, saw the newly remodeled Tabernacle and checked out the children's area in the museum. All the kids were very cute; you'll just have to take my word for it though, since Chris has our camera in NYC.

Jolie was teasing me about needing to take pictures for my blog. Little did she know that I spent the afternoon trying to come up with a plan to be able to come home with some photos: borrow a friends camera? take my own memory card and get some photos off Jolie's camera? go buy a new camera? I actually am planning on getting a new one soon, but we are still in the research phase, and Chris thinks he found a good place out there to get one (hopefully not from some guy in the street).

Had I brought my camera, I would have been sure to get shots of Michael sitting IN the reflecting pool (oops) and all the kids in costume, acting out the Nativity story. You'll have to wait to see the photos until Jolie starts her own blog, which she assured me she is already working on!

After Temple Square we had a chaotic, yummy dinner at Cafe Rio. Because, what would a trip to Utah be without eating at "Everyone's Favorite Restaurant"? Thanks for a great night, you guys!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

New Jersey - Food, Food, and Yankees

I flew out to New Jersey on Friday night and was able to quickly capitalize on a salt bagel (the best bagel flavor, which for some reason is not available in Utah).

Saturday, we had pizza. Look at that cheese!
Then we went to the gym and I decided I earned a Gelati.
(Kind of like Gelatos in Utah, but much better.)We then made our way to the Yankees game. I forgot the tickets, so we had to go back. Thankfully things worked out so that we only missed half an inning.
Brothers: Tom, Mike, Pete, Phil, Chris. We're just missing Jason and DanielHere is a view from our seats.
We snuck down to the box seats, and the lady let us in for the last two innings.After the game I decided I needed more pizza. I got a sicilian slice at Penn Station.
We finally got home at 2 a.m. All in all a good first day of my trip. The Yankees won 17-5, and I got a good start on the East Coast food binge.

Playing: Hookey, Caillou, and Chef

Well, I didn't have a hard time keeping anyone reverent in church, but that was only because we never made it there! Michael and David both seemed sick enough yesterday that I worried about taking them to church today; my biggest concern was that Michael would infect the entire nursery. Tommy was celebrating when he found out we would be staying home. While I lectured him, explaining that we should never be happy about missing church, I had to remind myself to practice what I was preaching. We are having a nice, calm day. We have been listening to the music for this year's primary program, I took time to read my scriptures well before bedtime (a goal I've been working on), and fortunately the kids seem to be on the mend.

Tommy is excited to make fruit salad tonight; he found a recipe on the Caillou website (not the famous Wiggle's Fruit Salad??), and Chris took him to get all the ingredients before he left. I thought it would be a good thing to look forward to for today, which it has been. Hopefully it is worth the wait. I just had Tommy show me how to access the recipe online, so I could provide a link here. It turns out you have to play a pretty involved game of looking in Caillou's cupboards for ingredients before the recipe shows up for printing. I will spare you the trouble, and include it here. Hopefully it will be Yummy Yummy!

Caillou's Fruit Salad
Ingredients:

  • 2 apples
  • 2 oranges
  • 1 melon
  • 1 basket of strawberries
  • 1 bunch of grapes
  • 2 kiwis
  • Fruit of your choice: banana, mango, watermelon...
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • Juice of one lemon
  • Juice of two oranges
  • A few mint leaves
Directions
  • Skin or peel fruit and cut into small cubes
  • Place all cut fruit into a large fruit or salad bowl
  • Add powdered sugar, lemon juice, and orange juice
  • Toss lightly
  • Allow to set in refigerator
  • Decorate with mint leaves and serve cold

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Spoke too Soon

Yesterday I predicted that I would feel like SuperMom after getting Tommy to the 4 activities that were planned for today. At least I attempted to think positively, right? Even with the (much appreciated) help of some other mom-chauffeurs, the day didn't quite go according to plan:

  1. Primary Activity and Movie at Temple Square. Originally I was supposed to go along on this activity, but I was worried that the younger kids would be distracting, so I made arrangements for Tommy to go with a friend. Apparently, I am such a great mom that Tommy couldn't bear the thought of being away from me. In reality, it had more to do with his staying up late last night, and being too exhausted this morning to control his emotions when I tried to drop him off. He ended up staying home.
  2. Birthday Party #1 at the Clark Planetarium. Realizing that I wasn't such an exciting alternative, this time Tommy decided he could make the break (it helped that he was getting a ride with his best friend, Carter). However, once at the party, he found the 3-D dinosaur movie a bit too scary, and instead sat in the party room eating candy.
  3. Birthday Party #2. This time I drove. We were only an hour late (party overlap), and it only took me 20 minutes to get my 2 younger, jealous, screaming children to exit the birthday girl's house. The great thing at this party--besides the candy-filled pinata--was that they took a picture of each guest. (Great idea, right?)
  4. Birthday Party # 3. I picked Tommy up from party # 2, feeling good that I had the gift all ready for the next party, and had even noticed and filled up the empty gas tank. Tommy got in the van and informed me that he was never eating candy again (or "at least not for three days"), and never going to another birthday party ("well, not for 2 weeks that is"). He actually was pretty sick to his stomach, so we just dropped off his birthday present and made our way home, where he is now laying around moaning. Funny enough, I already had the throw-up bucket and blanket set up, protecting the living room carpet, since Michael was threatening an episode earlier today.

So, since I was wrong about the SuperMom prediction, does that mean my other prediction was wrong, and church will actually be a breeze tomorrow? Tune in to find out...

Friday, July 20, 2007

Flying Solo

I'm just about to head out the door to take Chris to the airport; he'll be attending a 3-day business conference in New York City. Of course he couldn't resist tacking on a few extra days before and after the conference to see his dad, brothers, and friends in New Jersey (especially with Pete, Celine, and Calvin heading abroad soon). In spite of being a bit envious, I'm glad Chris will have a chance to go learn some new things, not wear a suit, have fun, and not have classes and homework to worry about. He definitely deserves a break.

I must admit, I'm having a little anxiety about how I will hold up for the next 8 days, but I'm sure I will survive. I suspect there will be times when I feel like SuperMom (like when I successfully get Tommy to the primary activity and 3 birthday parties he has been invited to attend tomorrow), and other times when I feel like an utter failure (like when I attempt to get everyone ready for and sitting still through church).

Actually, in the course of writing this post, I got two interesting phone calls:

  1. Chris's mom offering to have Tommy & Michael come stay up at her house for a couple days next week.
  2. One of my favorite teenage babysitters checking to see if I need any babysitting in the next few days, since she's trying to earn extra money.

So, maybe Chris won't be the only one having a little break this week. I may even book myself some spa time.

Hopefully we'll have a great time and come back together with even more appreciation for each other. And hopefully my children won't be begging for their own week away from Mommy by the time this is all over.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

All in a Day's Work

Random moments from my day yesterday:

  • Changed and washed David's sheets
  • Hosed David off in the bathtub
  • Wiped up spilled milk
  • Changed and washed David's clothes
  • Tried to convince Michael to stay out of the pool during Tommy's swimming lesson
  • Tried to convince Michael to get back in the pool during his own swimming lesson
  • Changed a diaper in the van
  • Dropped a Happy Meal, spilling chicken nuggets all over the floor
  • Heard Michael crying for help from McDonald's playplace
  • Yelled Michael's name over and over, trying to coax him out of McDonald's playplace
  • Climbed into McDonald's playplace to rescue Michael
  • Dragged all three kids into the McDonald's restroom to change David's diaper. Wished I had brought him a change of clothes
  • Went all the way inside to return Blockbuster movies (rather than using drop box) so I could point out the fact that my child had ripped off their bar code sticker
  • Wiped up spilled juice
  • Rinsed Michael's eyes out as he screamed in agony after getting them full of pepper
  • Vacuumed salt and pepper out of the carpet
  • Refilled salt and pepper shakers
  • Changed and washed David's sheets again
  • Found what had been a neat stack of papers and mail spread all over the living room floor
  • Rounded up blankets and balls from around the house, to escape the chaos and have a little playtime on the front lawn
  • Instructed the boys that they weren't to hit David in the head with a baseball bat
  • Tried unsuccessfully to keep boys from picking up shopping bag that neighbor uses for collecting and disposing of doggie-doo-doo
  • Revoked outside playing privileges
  • Chased Michael around our building to get him to come inside
  • Changed and washed David's clothes again
  • Wondered if it was all worth it
What do you think?

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

A Humble Hick

The results of the Great Farm Debate are in.
I will admit that Chris made some good points, as long as he will admit that his brothers bullied all their friends, forcing them to log in and vote "yes" late last night.

However it happened, clearly plenty of people out there view me as a farm girl. I thought I would humor you by posting a photo of myself in overalls. Unfortunately, I don't own any; imagine that! I did, however find a picture of me as a young girl in Michigan (at a petting zoo, not on my farm).

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Tomorrow?

Top-Ten Tuesday

I stayed up late last night, and am feeling the effects today. I am a professional procrastinator, so I have put in plenty of late nights in my days. I thought (hoped) it might end once I graduated, but of course I was wrong.

Top Ten: Memorable All-Nighters I Have Pulled
(in Chronological order and not even close to being an all-inclusive list)
  1. Elementary School: I was up late making some sort of model or diorama. The details are sketchy now, as was my sculpturing ability, I am sure.
  2. Fifth Grade: An all-nighter trying to finish reading Where the Red Fern Grows. I didn't quite finish it, which made for a very disappointing spoiler the next day in class.
  3. Seventh Grade: Stayed up writing my entire Cow Book--what was supposed to be a semester-long project, describing each history unit we had studied through the eyes of an animal.
  4. Eighth Grade: Spent all night creating a Family History Poster. I had the bright idea of illustrating my family history by cutting out individual trees for each family (4 generations), with little monkeys representing the parents, and bananas on the trees for the children. I remember having the Disney classic, Robin Hood playing in the background, so I wouldn't get too scared working in the dark basement with the big windows. I rewound and watched the movie no less than 6 times.
  5. High School: Courtney and I stayed up writing a song. We had to write a melodramatic ballad for an English assignment. Ours was a duet to the tune of "Both Sides Now." It chronicled the story of two love-sick girls who through the course of the song found out they were being wooed by the same man. It was full of words like alas, methought, and even "saucy, rump-fed waggish wench," which of course rhymed with, "methought on him I smelled your stench." It took us all night to write, and we were exhausted the next day, but still managed to perform it for our class, with guitar accompaniment. We even won the class vote for the best ballad!
  6. High School Senior Year: I stayed up typing my College Applications on a typewriter!! Of course I put that off until the night before they had to be postmarked. Thank goodness for online applications nowadays.
  7. College Freshman Year: I stayed up all night studying for a music history test, including listening to classical music clips, trying to memorize the style, sound and movements--all in one night. Even after all the years I had spent honing and fine-tuning my cramming skills, I was not up to this challenge. I bombed the test the next morning, but that wasn't even the worst part. After that test I had an oral exam for my French class. I did ok on that, but by the time my teacher was telling me my grade, the exhaustion and stress had taken over, and I started crying. My poor teacher tried to reassure me that a B- wasn't that bad. I attempted to explain to him that it wasn't just that, but of course talking just made me cry even more. That poor man.
  8. First Week of Parenthood: Chris and I stayed up watching a newborn Tommy sleep under his Bili-light (for jaundice), one of the first nights we had him home. We were worried that the mask he had to wear would cover up his nostrils, so we refused to sleep. The next night we stayed up again, but this time we had friends over, rented movies, and took turns.
  9. Last day of my college-career: I stayed up all night compiling my student teaching portfolio--the last assignment I ever turned in (oh, except for that Independent Study class I put off until the week before the graduation deadline).
  10. Earlier this year (2007): I pulled yet another all-nighter, preparing registration materials for Girls Camp, since I have still not kicked my procrastinating habits, and had waited until the day before I needed to distribute all of these materials.
The worst part about nearly every one of these all-nighters was that whenever I finally started working on a project--the night before it was due--I would always realize that it was actually fun to work on, and I would start getting all sorts of good ideas. Of course, it was always too late to implement my ideas, so I would vow to put an end to my terrible habits--which of course I still haven't done. Oh well, maybe next time.

P.S. Don't procrastinate voting on our latest debate . It's a close call, and the poll closes tonight(See the sidebar). Tomorrow will be too late!

Saturday, July 14, 2007

More than Meets the Eye

When we first saw the preview for Transformers a few months ago, I remember leaning over to Chris, telling him that he should see it with his brother. I wasn't against going, but didn't think I would appreciate it as much as they were sure to. I have two main childhood memories of the Transformers cartoon:

  1. Waiting for my brothers to be done watching it so I could watch my shows (Inspector Gadget, Gem, Smurfs...)
  2. Playing with the toys--just the ones that were the "spies." I loved the cool decals that you could rub to change from Autobot to Deceptacon; although I drove my brothers crazy asking them which symbol was which, since I could never tell them apart.
Well, Chris's brother is out of town, so I decided I would take his place and go--basically just so I could go on a date with Chris. I loved the movie! It was quite funny and extremely entertaining. I found myself looking forward more and more to each action sequence, especially the transformations. But yes, I still had to ask Chris to help me tell their symbols apart.

Looking for a trip down memory lane? If you can't make it to the theater, check out this collection of 80s cartoon theme songs. It may just bring you back to those after-school days or Saturday mornings. Makes me hungry for Marshmallow Mateys.

Friday, July 13, 2007

He Said, She Said: Down on the Farm?

Did Nancy live on a farm?
Read each side of the story and decide for yourself.
Be sure to cast your vote in the poll (see the sidebar).


He Said: She's a Farm Girl
I am excited to finally really get into the He Said, She Said so we can have a good debate. I know Nancy has a bunch of loyal followers, but after I present my facts, you will likely fall into my support camp. One of the longstanding arguments we've had is whether or not Nancy comes from a farm/farming family. This started on our mission when I found out she was from Oregon (pronounced "oar-uh-gawn"). She said she was from a fairly large city and that it wasn't a farm and that she wasn't from a farming community or family. After her description of Corvallis, I had to admit that it might be a stretch to say that she was from a farm, but it was pretty close.



A few months later, I found out that she used to live in Michigan. As she described the environment, it sounded more and more like a farm. I once again raised the possibility that she is from a farm. She again denied it. Over the next several years I collected facts and pictures to support my argument. I will now present them for your review and consideration. She has vowed to discount my arguments, but I guarantee that her defense will be weak and futile.



Some of you from farms might be offended that I am degrading her for being from a farm and that she is trying to say she is not from a farm. Don't be too upset. Just be happy that you actually figured out how to get onto the Internet and go have some flapjacks and a glass of goat's milk.

Facts about the Michigan home:

  • There were multiple acres of property
  • There was a barn on the property
  • There was an orchard on the property
  • Crops (both vegetables and fruits) were grown
  • Livestock lived on the farm (mainly horses)
  • There was a stable on the property
  • The family bailed hay (thanks to Roger for letting me know about this)
  • Their next neighbor was miles away
  • As a child, Nancy operated a tractor.
  • The family woke up at or before 5am every morning
  • There are 10 kids in the family
  • There are many photos of the family in overalls
After documenting the facts, I wonder how on earth Nancy can make a claim that she is not from a farm. Some points are stronger than others, but you must consider the facts in their entirety. I will stop here and won't mention anything about Oregon since I have provided more than enough information on the matter. You be the judge. If you are impartial, you will find Nancy guilty of living on a farm and all of the shame associated with that. Let the facts speak for themselves.
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She Said: A Little Land does not a Farm Make
Let me explain a little more about how the debate started. When we were missionaries, Chris was always making remarks about me being from a farm. This was based on his perception that anyone living west of New Jersey must be a hick. He was always telling people that I grew up on a farm or that my great-great-grandfather invented the spur--anything to get people to listen to him and laugh at me (his purpose for living). Later, when his family first met me, he continually called me a farm girl from Oregon (which he still refuses to pronounce correctly). About 6 months after we got married, I was shocked when one of his brothers asked me a question about my farm; I thought they had realized this had all been a joke. The debate was now on. My main argument went something like this: "My Dad is a computer guy and we didn't live on a farm." Chris had nothing to stand on, other than statements like, "you guys, trust me: she not only grew up on a farm, she is a champion log-roller."

Admittedly, the debate got more interesting when Chris found out about the Michigan house. When Chris and I lived in Provo, back in our carefree days (before children) we hung out with Roger and Chelsea a lot, playing Mario Kart or Password (remind me to tell you a truly great story later) and gabbing late into the night. One night Roger and I were reminiscing about our house in Michigan, and Chris's curiosity was piqued. (Those who know Chris can imagine the way his face lights up whenever he gets new information he can use to further torment someone.)

I will now state my main argument: We simply were not farmers. If someone asked where I lived, I would say, "In the white house on Baldwin Street, across from the golf course." And they would say, "Oh, you mean that big white house on the hill?" Nobody ever said, "Oh, you live on that farm?" What's more, people (who knew where I lived) always asked me what my dad did for a living. I would say that he was a computer-engineer-manager-guy at some place that made conveyor belts. That may not have been his exact job title, but it certainly wasn't "farmer." This should be enough to convince anyone that I did not "come from a farm/farming family," but I will gladly respond to Chris's other points: (His claims are in italics, followed by my responses)

  • There were multiple acres of property. I'm not sure how many acres we had, but it was not a lot (Dad?). If multiple acres makes a farm, then I guess the term "Beverly Hillbillies" can be applied to a lot of Hollywood actors.
  • There was a barn on the property. This is true. But, putting a barn on a plot does not make it a farm.
  • There was an orchard on the property. We planted a handful of fruit trees, from which we never picked much fruit (they were still young when we moved away).
  • Crops (both vegetables and fruits) were grown. I imagine Chris is referring to a small family garden on a 2x10 foot strip of dirt. We maybe planted it one year, and it was not very successful.
  • Livestock lived on the farm (mainly horses). We did board horses. This means a couple people rented the use of our barn and some grazing area for their horses. We had nothing to do with caring for these animals. Aside from a few fish and parakeets (which were, in fact, ours) the 2 horses were the only animals on our property.
  • There was a stable on the property. I'm not sure how this argument differs from Chris's earlier claim of there being a barn on the property. There is likely a difference between a barn and a stable, but I wouldn't know since I'm not from a farm.
  • The family bailed hay. We had tall grass. I remember it was really great for stomping down to make forts and mazes. Sadly, one year we paid some people to come and cut it down. They did, in fact, pack it into bails.
  • Their next neighbor was miles away. Sorry, Chris. There was a house just in front of ours, a fraction of a mile down the hill, in perfect view. I remember hearing music from their radio and drooling over their pool, wishing they had kids that could invite us over to swim.
  • As a child, Nancy operated a tractor. I drove a riding-lawn-mower to mow the lawn.
  • The family woke up at or before 5 am every morning. It was 5:30 am, for early morning seminary--something Chris also did.
  • There are 10 kids in the family. True. There are 11 in Chris's family.
  • There are many photos of the family in overalls. Untrue. I never owned a pair of overalls--even when they were popular. (Remember how people would leave one hook open, hanging down, New Kids on the Block-style? I always wanted to do that, but this was yet another fad that I missed out on.)
So, that's it. Were there some farm-like elements?--Maybe. But, by no stretch of the imagination were we considered to be living on a farm or a farm family. No, that was my neighbor down the street... She had cows, a barn, and even a silo. I remember giving her a ride home one day. We had picked up a pizza, so the van was thick with the smell of hot crust, melted cheese, and pepperoni. She stepped out of the van, took a big sniff of her property (infamous for its manure stench) and said, "Ah, fresh air at last." Now that's a farm girl.

Now that you've heard both sides, be sure to cast your vote in our poll (see the sidebar).

[Friday the 13th, 5 pm: I just found some very incriminating evidence on the matter. Please look to my comment for more info. Let's just say that you will hear it from the horse's mouth (no pun intended)---Chris]

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Tried and True: Swiss Chicken

One of the many benefits of my blogging habit is that I now take my camera wherever I go, and what's more, I actually take it out and snap photos regularly. No more coming home from a weekend trip, exclaiming, "Chris! We didn't take a single picture!" I love feeling more of a desire to take and share photos now.

I'm hoping that same principle can be applied to other things. Like, maybe if I start posting recipes, an increased desire to cook will magically appear and I will suddenly find myself wishing I were in the kitchen chopping vegetables. I'm definitely not a great cook, and I tend to think I wouldn't have much to offer. But, at the very least, I can share my old standby recipes--meaning they're either quick, use frozen ingredients, or are virtually impossible to screw up. Here's what I made last night:

Swiss Chicken

(Please excuse the poor photo. I haven't quite figured out how capture yumminess with a camera yet.)

Ingredients
  • 4 Chicken Breasts (frozen or thawed)
  • 4-8 Slices Swiss Cheese
  • 1 can Cream of Chicken Soup
  • 1/4 Can Water (use the soup can)
  • Small box of chicken stuffing--about 2 cups, unprepared (get any brand, but be sure it's the kind that comes with the seasonings and stuffing crumbs premixed)
  • 1/3 cup butter or margarine, melted
Directions:
  • Lay the chicken breasts in a casserole pan
  • Cover each chicken breast with a slice or two of swiss cheese
  • In a separate bowl, mix soup and water. Pour over chicken breasts
  • Cover with dry stuffing crumbs
  • Drizzle melted butter or margarine over the stuffing
  • Cook at 350 for anywhere from 30-90 minutes depending on whether your chicken was frozen or not
Tip: Use a meat thermometer. I have one that pokes into the meat, with a flexible wire that runs to a beeper outside of the oven. Even though I'm not a great cook (or perhaps because I'm not a great cook), this is a must have!


Enjoy!Best with: Mashed Potatoes and Corn

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Taking Advice from a Donkey?

Up until this point, I have been rather silent about Chris's other blog. It probably has to do with the fact that some of his topics are a bit out there, and I wonder how responsible it is of me to be directing traffic there :). The majority of his posts refer to inside jokes about his family members, but he has recently started a new series of posts called Wife Advice--allowing all the husbands out there to learn from his mistakes. You will want to ask, so I will tell you now: Yes, the stories are true. And no, he wasn't joking when he said those things to me. It takes a certain kind of person to be married to that man, and apparently I am that kind of person. You have to know that I love him.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Talk to Me!

Top-Ten Tuesday

~~~~~Today is the day to leave a comment ~~~~~

When I first started blogging, I spent a while lurking--reading and enjoying everyone's posts and comments without actively participating myself. I was pretty reluctant to leave comments on other peoples' blogs. I guess in a way I felt like an outsider, and I worried that my comments would be intruding on an established community. Thankfully, a few people started commenting on my new blog, giving me the courage to do the same; this enriched my blogging experience by making it interactive.

Top-Ten: Comments on Commenting
  1. People publish their blogs because they want an audience; let them know who their audience members are!
  2. Commenting is valuable feedback; it helps blog authors know which of their posts people find interesting, so they can post more of the good stuff.
  3. Who doesn't love hearing from people, knowing that they are noticed? The great thing is, when you leave a comment, then you are noticed too (you might even get your own email or comment in response).
  4. Commenting is a great way to ask questions: you can seek more information about a post or request a post on a specific topic.
  5. Don't worry about other readers seeing your comments and wondering what you are doing commenting on the blog! They are all just random people, not members of an elite club.
  6. You don't have to have your own blog to be able to comment on other blogs. It's ok if you don't want to publish your life to the world, but still enjoy reading about those who do.
  7. If a blog only accepts comments from registered users, consider setting up an account that you can use for commenting purposes.
  8. If you have a blogger account and you want people to be able to email you directly, be sure to set up your profile and check the boxes: "share my profile" and "show my email address."
  9. A lot of blogs (including mine) leave comments open to anyone. This means it's easy for people to comment without signing in to anything. You should still leave your name with your comment though! (If you're nervous about putting your name online, just use your first name and the first letter of your last name, or a nickname that the blog author will recognize)
  10. Let your voice be heard!
So, here is a perfect chance for you to just do it! Please leave me a comment right now and let me know you are out there!

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Note: If you are reading this post through a feed reader (or in my family's case, on blogs.theworths.org) you won't see a place for leaving a comment. Clicking on the post title will bring you to the actual post on my blog, and you'll be able to leave a comment there. (And speaking of comments, you may be interested in my previous post about subscribing to comment feeds).

Looking forward to hearing from you...

Monday, July 9, 2007

Initial Shock

Yesterday after Michael's nap, I noticed that he had set up a little row of letter books in his room. It didn't seem to be a random mix, so I asked him to tell me about them. He pointed and said, "They're for Katie, Daddy and David, Tommy, Michael, Nancy, and Quin."
Not too bad for a two-year-old, right?

Friday, July 6, 2007

Empty Inbox?

Anyone else having trouble with comments? I have this blog set up to email me all the new posts and comments, but for some reason nothing has been delivered to my email for the last day or so. At first I was sure that people were boycotting the blog, but now I'm seeing that the comments are on the blog, but just not being emailed to me.

If you are having problems too, or if you just prefer not to have comments sent to your email, now is the time to set up your feed reader. Did you know that you can subscribe to comments from a blog, so they will all be delivered to your feed reader? I now have my Google Reader receiving all the comments from my blog so I can read them there until they start getting emailed to me again. This saves me from having to scroll through my blog to see if there are new comments on any old posts. I also occasionally use Google Reader to track comments on someone else's blog. If there is a post I'm particularly interested in on another blog, I'll subscribe to comments from that post only.

For those who already have a feed reader set up, here are some tips on subscribing to comments:

  • Normally at the bottom of the page for any given post, you will be able to click on something like "Subscribe to: Post Comments" Note: in order to see that option, you will have to open up the post and view it on its own page; you won't see that option when you are just reading the post on the blog's homepage
  • If you just want the comments from that particular post, that's all you will need to do
  • If you want to subscribe to all comments from all posts on a blog, you may have to do a little hunting for the feed url. For example, if you wanted to subscribe to comments from this post you are reading now ("Empty Inbox"), the feed url would be:
"http://chrisandnancyclark.blogspot.com/feeds
/3581978913879242725/comments/default."
That really long number in the url refers to this particular post. If you take that number out, you would end up with:
"http://chrisandnancyclark.blogspot.com/feeds
/comments/default,"
...which is the url to subscribe to comments from all posts on this blog.
There you have it. Stay tuned for more geeky tutorials. I'm working on a few things that I had requests for. Please suggest more things you want to learn about, as long as you don't mind learning from someone who is just a geek in training!

Thursday, July 5, 2007

What an Outrage

I am surprised that so many people have indicated through the voting system that Nancy's version of our story is more accurate. First, it is a known fact that females tend to dream up their own versions of reality, especially when it has to do with feelings. I like to call this Nancy's non-reality. Second, I admit when I can't remember something. Nancy will adamantly deny that she isn't sure, and instead preys on the fact that I have admitted that I can't remember. Only later will I discover facts that prove the truth. Third, although I occasionally forget things, I have proven my memory several times.

For instance, I recall several years ago when Nancy wanted to purchase some new clothes. I told her that she recently purchased over $200 worth of clothes. She told me that it was quite a while ago and that it wasn't that much. I thought for a minute and then identified a month that she purchased the clothes in. I took it a step further and even identified the week. She told me that I was at least 6 months off. I then told her that she actually spent $268 on the trip. She said it was more like $150. Thankfully Nancy keeps detailed notes on our spending habits, and I reminded her of this fact. She pulled up the receipt and what did we find? $270 spent during the week I specified! I was only $2 off. Nancy had nothing to say, and unfortunately for her, we had a witness. This is just one example of my ability to remember, and I am not afraid to share it. Wait until our next debate. I plan on further demonstrating my ability to accurately tell a story and bury her in her web of lies.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

A Happy Fourth

We spent most of the day in Orem, at Brittany & Ryan's house, swimming and playing Nintendo Wii.
We opted for the easy bbq option this year. Chris's Dad treated us to Tucano's--a fantastic Brazilian BBQ joint. If you've never experienced a Brazilian buffet, you've gotta try it. The food is fantastic, but the best part is that they bring all kinds of meat around, and slice it straight off the skewer, right at your table. It just keeps coming and coming. And we just kept eating and eating...
We opted for the easy firework option as well, meaning not fighting traffic and parking to see a big firework show. The kids were perfectly happy with our little parking lot production. I believe Chris singed some arm hair, but other than that, things went quite well.
Quick Parenting Tip: It's not a good sign when one of your children exhibits the behavior pictured below while everyone else is playing. Thanks to Chris's astute observations and my quick grab-and-run (a technique I've perfected over the years), we were able to spare the McBride's carpet, and only had to clean up barf off the kitchen floor.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

What will you do with your Comma?

Top-Ten Tuesday

I recently attended a funeral, where a speaker shared the following quote by Neal A. Maxwell:

After all, in gospel grammar, death is not an exclamation point, merely a comma...
What a great illustration of the concept that death is not the end of our journey. The speaker then asked: "what will you do with this comma--this moment you have been given to pause and reflect?"

Top Ten: Things I am Reflecting on Today
  1. It's so easy to get carried away with life's little details and forget about the really important things.
  2. When I stop and reflect, I realize there is so much good in my life. I am easily and often bogged down by negative things, to the point where I fail to recognize the abundant blessings and joy in my life.
  3. I want to stop taking the small moments for granted. I want to stop viewing something like putting the kids to bed as a chore to hurry through. Instead, I want to take advantage of every opportunity to read to them, comfort them, and kiss them goodnight.
  4. I often hear about people who spend the weeks before their death preparing--righting wrongs, setting things in order--even without knowing what they were preparing for. It makes me wonder: If I were to die tomorrow, what would be said about the last couple weeks of my life?
  5. I want to accomplish more. I want to set goals--not only for the little things I need to accomplish on a regular basis, but for bigger things--lifelong pursuits.
  6. Then there is the practical side; I wonder what would ensue if something were to happen to me. How would Chris muddle through all my paperwork? Are my temporal affairs in order?
  7. What about my children? Have I taught them all that I want them to know and remember?
  8. What about my own spiritual preparation. Am I ready?
  9. As I reflect on all of this, I am so thankful for the knowledge of the Great Plan of Happiness. I feel so blessed to have answers to life's great questions.
  10. Most of all, I'm grateful that The Savior made it possible for us to live again.
Just some things to think about...

What a Pain

How would it feel to have all four of your top teeth breaking through your gums at the same time? Poor little guy.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Taking Requests

Now that we have finished detailing how we met and married, we are ready to tackle some new topics in He Said, She Said! We are cooking up some ideas of our own, but we want to know if you have any suggestions... Stories you have heard us talk about? Issues you would like us to debate? Please leave a comment and let us know.

Also, cast your vote! There is a new poll on our sidebar, asking which of us you believe was most accurate in our latest installment. What do you think?