tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31577827101878750492024-03-13T15:52:18.203-06:00Musings of a More-Than-Lucky Mrs.I'm in love and happily married. I'm slightly insecure and generously blessed. I don't think i'm a genius, but I know I'm not stupid. I'm a dreamer, and at times unrealistic. I'm emotional and stubborn. But mostly, I'm just incredibly happy. I'm Whitney.Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-87410095107296539992010-11-18T11:55:00.001-07:002010-11-18T11:56:58.577-07:00King Of Anything<iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eR7-AUmiNcA?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-81542245018297952282010-11-18T11:46:00.000-07:002010-11-18T11:46:37.229-07:00new-ER chapter...?So, I got the call the other day to hear about the job....aaanddd........they already filled it. :/ yeah. with someone who already worked there. But, she said I interviewed really well, and that they would still like me to work there. So, I guess that makes me feel better. However, when I applied there, Tys and I talked and said if I got the job we'd stay here in Twin, and if I didn't, we'd consider moving to Idaho Falls. Which, with the way things are looking, I'm thinking that's what probably going to happen. His job at Costco is only seasonal, our lease is up in January, and my job doesn't seem to stable right now with the economy and real estate business. We have some connections up with with Tyson's family and old friends (he grew up there) and so hopefully we'll have "ins" at some jobs. I applied at Melalueca yesterday and have someone we know giving out resumes to people who work there. So, I guess we'll just see what this all turns into! It's kind of exciting. Starting somewhere completely knew. But scary, too. I'm sure it will just be another grand adventure!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-11105121631172387032010-11-09T16:29:00.001-07:002010-11-09T16:33:30.325-07:00New Chapter...?Well, a possible new chapter in my life has recently come up this past week....! My boss, Nathan, approached me the other day and told me of a possible job opportunity at First Federal Bank. His brother in law, Mike, who is the Sr. VP there (who was also my bishop when I was in 15th ward) put my name in for it and talked to Nate about. It would be a position for a teller. Sooo...I applied for it this past Thursday. Mike's wife, Brenda, works out of our office and she has been keeping me posted. The two of them have been helping me out so much! So anyway, I got yesterday and went in for my interview this (blustery) afternoon. I <em>hate </em>interviews. Just as much as next guy, I assume; but still, they're so crappy. I felt all flustery and blushy and hot. I stumbled on a couple of questions, but overall I felt like I did a good job. I'm supposed to hear back at the beginning of next week. So, we'll see! This is the first time I haven't felt 100% confident about landing a job. Usually I kind of already know I have it or I feel great, but this is a larger company, with more applicants, and higher standards. I guess it just always continues to get harder though as you move in careers; it's normal. I really hope I get this job. It's a good company with a good reputation, good benefits/bonuses, and it's somewhere that I can stay for a while and move up in the company. Even though I'm anxious about getting this job, I know that if I'm supposed to get it I will. God will choose for me what will be best for us and it will work out. I'll keep you updated!!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-66768948664948163682010-10-29T10:41:00.001-06:002010-11-09T16:33:15.001-07:00Happy Halloween!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last night we went to the Casperson's Annual Halloween Party and had ourselves a wonderful time! We all got dressed up in our fabulous costumes, danced around a bit, and just enjoyed watching eachother look incredibly funny. For some reason, I just absolutely love Halloween. It's such a fun holiday. I like the costumes, the food, the music, the scary movies, the parties, and just the social experience. I can't wait to get to take my adorable little kids trick-or-treating. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got everyone's hopes up with this belly. They said now that I got them excited I'd better get started for real....</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Holy cow. This is one of the nicest fall seasons in Idaho that I can remember in...well...ever!! Last year our first heavy snow was the first week of October! This week, the days have been in the 60's still and last week was in the 70's and 80's. Fall is my very favoritest season. So, even though it doesn't <em>feel </em>particularly fall-y, it looks rather fall-y...and I'm loving it! The cool breeze; The swaying, fluttering leaves that look like orange and yellow flecks of glitter topping all the roads and roofs; The pumpkin patches and booths throughout town; And of course you can't forget the sweaters and hot chocolate and blanket cuddling! 'Tis the season -for pumpkin, orange, baking, and slippers!! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It still feels as if October is just starting, but I can't believe it's almost over. I'll miss you October! I don't even know what I'm going to be for Halloween yet. I think Tys and I will be a zombie bride and groom. Tyson's momma is playing with her band, The Hot Flashes (so clever!!) at the Casperson's halloween party. So we'll get dressed up and get our groove on there! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday morning, I took Steph to her training at 8 in the morning. I had the rest of the day to myself and to do whatever I wanted! I went to an adorable cupcake shop in Eagle, <a href="http://www.lillyjanescupcakes.com/">Lilly Jane's Cupcakes</a>. I went to the <a href="http://www.zooboise.org/">Boise Zoo</a> and started wishing I had my own pet giraffe, tiger, and human baby to see his/her excited reaction like the rest of the adorable children there. I did a tid bit of shopping and playing and, well, just enjoying my R & R time.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I had recently heard of someone running a 100k race. I wasn't quite sure how many miles that was, so I decided to look it up on Google. I started typing it in at the top search bar, "How long is......." and noticed all the other options it came up with before I finished. I thought it was actually quite funny. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">How long is Starcraft 2 Campaign?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is Sex and the City 2?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is strep throat contagious?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is Shutter Island?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is Shrek Forever After?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is soccer game?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is shingles contagious?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is summer?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is Shrek 4?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long is summer school?</div><br />
Lol. This is actually really funny! It comes up with the most popular searches that start with those words, and this is was came up. Looks as if people are spending a <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>lot </em></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">too much time worrying about movies and summer......and diseases. Which I guess in the end could amount to the poor souls at the bottom who take summer school. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial;"><strong>Again!!</strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;">How long is Bronchitis contagious?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is basic training for the army?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is breast milk good for?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is bioshock 2?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is beer good for?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is borderlands?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is boot camp?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is bayonetta?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is bacon good for?</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is whooping cough contagious?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is world cup halftime?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is warped tour?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is weed in your system?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is wicked?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is world cup?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is watermelon good for?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is wine good after opening?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is jiffy?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a justin bieber concert?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a john mayer concert?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a job interview?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a jewish wedding?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a jewish funeral?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a judgement good for?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a javelin? </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How long is a jersey shore episode?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>Whew!!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-82967043888826198502010-10-11T16:11:00.007-06:002010-10-11T16:41:27.885-06:00Thou Art a Teacher...A few weeks ago Tyson and I were set apart in our first calling together: 15 and 16 year old sunday school teachers. I'll admit, I was, and still am, a little shocked. I can't help but think of all the other people in the ward who would be so much more knowledgable and experienced teachers than I. Luckily I do have Tyson to lean on for help, but I still struggle. I taught my first lesson alone yesterday. And really, it was alright. <br />
I taught all the material I was supposed to. <br />
I taught from start this finish. <br />
And no one fell asleep on me.....<br />
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The scriptures are such a wonderful and precious tool. However, it can sometimes be difficult for someone to understand scriptures in Nephi or Genesis, let alone <span style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Isaiah.</strong> <span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which is precisely what we're teaching out of right now... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I get <em>frustrated</em>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't always understand what I'm reading and at times have to go over the scripture 5.....10....times for it to start sinking in. Afterward, I still need to go to Tyson for him to explain it to me. I was really starting to get discouraged. I feel like, in order to be a good teacher, I have to completely understand what I am teaching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While preparing for next weeks lesson, I went to LDS.org to read over it. While there, I decided to start reading the newest General Conference talks. So I started with Saturday morning's first talk, and ended with the last one of that day. One talk really stuck out to me. For those of you who watched conference, it was the talk given by David M. McConkie about teachers. As I read through that talk, I had a feeling of comfort flow through my mind and my body. I knew that the Lord is all-knowing, and that he put me there to help me learn and grow. But I was feeling inadequate. I don't know much more about this doctrine as the teenagers in my class do!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">"It is natural for teachers to have feelings of inadequacy. You must understand that 'age and maturity and intellectual training are not in any way or to any degree necessary to communion with the Lord and His Spirit.'</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #990000;">The promises of the Lord are certain. If you earnestly search the scriptures and treasure up in your minds the words of life, if you keep the commandments with all of your heart and pray for each student, you will enjoy the companionship of the Holy Ghost and you will receive revelation.<sup>"</sup></span></span></strong></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Surprisingly, I hadn't thought about that part yet. I have prayed for myself in teaching and learning the lessons. And I have prayed for my class to recieve and understand the lessons. But I just didn't really think about praying for each student personally and spiritually. I really enjoy the kids in my class and think they are very smart and sweet kids. I can't wait to get to know them better as time goes on.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-53065888783397426452010-10-08T11:28:00.001-06:002010-10-08T11:31:01.641-06:00Pizza Party!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi9fBitm-Qq4fFqzdv-g2aYll5D4__KaGnrkU263vqBqmlC7aJeAdnjPhHHqFuU43blmI-hd8x4n792cM3iUqgzfblqMNALYkRmmmf_MH6uiZ2mWTEe1310HcyDn7JFmO85MRmhgK4GJa/s1600/whitney+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi9fBitm-Qq4fFqzdv-g2aYll5D4__KaGnrkU263vqBqmlC7aJeAdnjPhHHqFuU43blmI-hd8x4n792cM3iUqgzfblqMNALYkRmmmf_MH6uiZ2mWTEe1310HcyDn7JFmO85MRmhgK4GJa/s200/whitney+003.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I did it! I'll admit, I was a tad worried about the homemade pizza. I guess I just grew up thinking what a horrible thing homemade pizza was when you could pick it up so much easier and faster. I don't ever remember having my mother make homemade pizza while I was growing up. I do, however, remember her always saying how hard it was to make a good pizza crust. "The outside is always burnt, and the middle is always doughy!!" But mine turned out delectible! I was so proud. :)</div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before Product....(LOVE my heavy duty Pampered Chef pans. Got them for my wedding!)</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So there you have it! My pizza experience turned out to be a success. And mostly, I know it was a success because Tys liked it. Otherwise, it would have been a failure, even had I loved it. He's the <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">pizza king. <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">If anyone knows whether or not a pizza is good, it's him. Over and out!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-35369286819119808602010-10-07T13:29:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:02:25.162-06:00Home with Mr. ClarkLast night was a nice little date night with Mr. Clark. He didn't have to work and I chose not to go to the gym. (It's starting to show after this last couple of weeks of choosing that.) So, we ate Chicana for dinner (meat was a little chewy) and watched the Karate Kid. It was slightly lame-r this second time around, but still good. Then Tyson got out the Cookie Dough Ben & Jerry's, of which I was good and had only two bites despite the fact that I could have devoured half of it. <br />
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</tbody></table>I love home-date nights with the hubs. It's just nice. We don't get to spend a whole lot of time together during the week (that isn't sleeping, lunch, or the hour before sleeping), so I love those nights that we do get. And last night had sort of a warmcozyromantic feel to it because there was thunder rolling in the distance and big billowy clouds lurking. So I turned off all the lights, and just lit our lamps and candles. <span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">LOVE THAT. </span><br />
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Tonight I'm going to <em>attempt</em> to make homemade whole wheat pizza. Sounds goooood....but will it be? We know not. I've never made any type of homemade yeasty bread. Only banana or zucchini. But I'll let you know how this turned out tomorrow!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-25744266639952546992010-10-06T15:16:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:03:29.573-06:00NieNieI feel so incredibly inspired right now.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have "met" the most amazing, and profound woman. I cannot even begin to explain the impact she has made in my life. Her name is <span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>Stephanie Nielson</strong></span>. Below is a picture of her a few years ago with her husband, "Mr. Nielson". She has four beautiful children. She is an amazingly dedicated, patient, and loving mother and wife. She works hard in raising her family to be close to eachother to their Heavenly Father, like she herself is. </div> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG69g1Y5xAmD257E2ElQJsCsRo6uhJbVDZDvs24Hiu9GQj9temTC2gakqthVsZVcugSPQB4BGhbmwPmlgpG55Byfv3H-Tx5_JBHX0KIMxDj9du6owaKcdU80s1MpIYZ0uwMvJoxgshN5F/s1600/nienie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG69g1Y5xAmD257E2ElQJsCsRo6uhJbVDZDvs24Hiu9GQj9temTC2gakqthVsZVcugSPQB4BGhbmwPmlgpG55Byfv3H-Tx5_JBHX0KIMxDj9du6owaKcdU80s1MpIYZ0uwMvJoxgshN5F/s320/nienie.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In August of 2008, Stephanie and her husband Christian were in a near-fatal plane crash, leaving burns on 80% of her body. She was in a coma for 3 months, while her family waited anxiously near her hospital bed to see how she would recover. I found out about Stephanie from watching a short video about her on LDS.org, and soon was completely intrigued by her and her story and testimony. </div><br />
She is an avid blogger, so I found her blog, and started back to the beginning. 2004. I went through her daily entries about her childhood and about her sweet children. She wrote about her new homes each time she moved and about the cities she was in. She wrote about her new shoes and the things she cooked for dinner. She wrote about her love for her husband and about their romantic marriage. She wrote about the crafts she and her children would make together, including the messes. She wrote about all these amazing things, and also very mundane things. Everything, however, seemed extraordinary through her words. I went through her most recent child's natural birth at home. About how they ate burritos there an hour afterward. I went through the crash with her and her family, while they updated her blog. I felt her grief as she woke up after three months and cried about what happened. I felt her happiness as she realized how many amazing friends and readers loved and supported her. She has well over 1,000 entries, and I read <em>all</em> of them...in <em><span style="color: magenta;">two days!</span></em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdQynKP8nq-Y-LQ_g0vQflCr9DdIqRYngs2iq5sgoGXu3noZwX2rXMqtanM8mVJUfR3ufdrP_Cm2GXk3FYLUfUfgSyNoni70WHMFlQqVj0Hxwf-RxnF55qFNvU2YcOGDOnnF4l31NwKsq/s1600/nienie2_00025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdQynKP8nq-Y-LQ_g0vQflCr9DdIqRYngs2iq5sgoGXu3noZwX2rXMqtanM8mVJUfR3ufdrP_Cm2GXk3FYLUfUfgSyNoni70WHMFlQqVj0Hxwf-RxnF55qFNvU2YcOGDOnnF4l31NwKsq/s320/nienie2_00025.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black;">She has the most incredible testimony of our savior Jesus Christ, and of the plan that our Father in Heaven has made specially for each one of us. She taught me amazing characteristics in a mother. How to love and cherish your children and the little things in life. She is </span><span style="color: #990000;"><em><span style="color: magenta;">so</span> </em></span><span style="color: black;">talented too! She can craft and create and cook like no one I've ever seen! Unless of course they get paid to do it and it's their full-time job. But she is such an exception. I read a bit of her sister's blog for a while during the time that Stephanie was in a coma, and she said something so profound. This will stick with me for a very long time...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> "I am starting to believe that there is no such </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> as tragedy. There is only opportunity for growth,</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> and should you accept it, the reward overcomes</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> the sailing of the hardship."</span>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-23037702539871996032010-10-05T11:49:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:04:06.703-06:00No better compliment....In the past few months....I've come to find out that there are few greater compliments, than someone telling you they absolutely LOVE some type of food you've made. About 7 months ago, I made this amazing delish carrot cake. Which, at that time, I have hardly any baking experience. It was the first thing I'd ever made from scratch. and everyone loved it! I've had requests for it since then, but haven't made it. Then during the Saturday session of General Conference this past weekend, I finally made it again. I couldn't have been happier as I sat and listened to everyone just going on about how they could eat this all day long, and how it was the best carrot cake they've ever had! So, by request, I'm making it again tonight for Steph's birthday, and again in a month for Levi's birthday. Such a great feeling! <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-EGPH69FoIp9wf7gNzoEbhQsuJzQ0Ur1xq2Y_hwMjvst7kpEcDG4N07nC_SfO30BpedOCCuoXLUl9UF4nrQWI1R6gaHgpCeQvyiNou1tEejaFIW-kH4foA52jhARVJaAtlU7fWGMaHr5/s1600/untitledfsd.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-EGPH69FoIp9wf7gNzoEbhQsuJzQ0Ur1xq2Y_hwMjvst7kpEcDG4N07nC_SfO30BpedOCCuoXLUl9UF4nrQWI1R6gaHgpCeQvyiNou1tEejaFIW-kH4foA52jhARVJaAtlU7fWGMaHr5/s1600/untitledfsd.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, Just to clarify, this is NOT an actual photo of my carrot cake. It is round, and 3 layers, but it does NOT have the nuts. And, it's a rich cream cheese frosting instead. I also use whole wheat flour. (And you <em>don't</em> want me to disclose how many cubes of butter are in the cake.) Mmmm-mm! </div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-28602065464218702392010-10-05T11:15:00.002-06:002010-10-12T11:05:18.670-06:00Letter To Me-Tyson and I were able to go to a Brad Paisley/Darius Rucker concert a couple weekends ago. It was sooo great. And, I think Brad Paisley has amazingly inciteful lyrics. As we stood in the grass cuddling and listening to the lyrics, one of his songs distinctly stood out to me and got me thinking. It's called "Letter To Me," and I wanted to rewrite the lyrics to fit me. I really wish I could actually send this letter to myself 4 years ago. I think I would have seen and lived life a little differently....<br />
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If I could write a letter to me<br />
And send if back in time to myself at 17,<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlimAXppodS70k3080Ts1vqxdV1Fd8LnCkIZvVsy8vjlLzehLctluglbYHweZm6mQHtZ83t8YUf2kTsq7oZQkhasmSoYtzHkg-_qZBa-vo872NzsZDww6S-x1yxtVj1_Fbs8sz-5D_ifr/s1600/400_F_5815202_anIxsk3eaQCCr5bSAi1gwEeAD6csGZ0h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlimAXppodS70k3080Ts1vqxdV1Fd8LnCkIZvVsy8vjlLzehLctluglbYHweZm6mQHtZ83t8YUf2kTsq7oZQkhasmSoYtzHkg-_qZBa-vo872NzsZDww6S-x1yxtVj1_Fbs8sz-5D_ifr/s320/400_F_5815202_anIxsk3eaQCCr5bSAi1gwEeAD6csGZ0h.jpg" width="320" /></a>First I'd prove it's me by saying, look under your bed</div>There's a box of cookies and your journal that no one else would know you hid.<br />
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And then I'd say I know it's tough<br />
When you break up after ten months<br />
And yeah, I know you really liked him and it doesn't seem fair<br />
But you'll forget him by tomorrow, and the amazing man you'll end up with is rare.<br />
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right<br />
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night<br />
Your best friend spread a rumor about you, and you still feel a knife<br />
Sticking out of your back you're wondering if you'll survive<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But you'll make it through this and you'll see</div>You're still around to write this letter to me.<br />
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Before you do something stupid with your friends,<br />
Stop for a second and think about if you'd be doing that with your parents.<br />
And when you get dressed, keep on that first pair of pants,<br />
It doesn't make your butt look big, and you just need to give in and dance.<br />
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Each and every time you have a fight,<br />
Just assume you're wrong and mommy's right.<br />
And you should really thank Sister White and Wilson<br />
They spend so much extra time<br />
It's like they sees the diamond underneath<br />
And they're polishing you til you shine.<br />
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right<br />
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night<br />
Tonights the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead<br />
Because if you fail Algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead.<br />
But trust me, you'll squeek by and get a C<br />
And you're still around to write this letter to me.<br />
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You got so much up ahead, you'll make new friends<br />
You should see your life and husband.<br />
And I'd end by saying have no fear,<br />
These are nowhere near the best years of your life.<br />
I guess I'll see you in the mirror when you're a woman.<br />
P.S. Go hug Nana every chance you can<br />
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right<br />
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night<br />
I wish you'd study French, I wish you'd take a cooking class.<br />
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be.<br />
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see<br />
If I could write a letter to me.Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-43841306333503282902010-09-28T14:20:00.002-06:002010-10-12T11:05:47.938-06:00The Band Perry - If I Die Young<object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br />
I absolutely love this song and video. It's beautiful...Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-36750922978944284732010-09-22T15:35:00.001-06:002010-09-28T14:24:31.996-06:00Quick Catch UpJust to quickly catch you up on any new recent events....<br />
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1. We <em>did </em>end up working in a rafting trip a few weeks ago after that disasterous one. <br />
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2. Had a great trip at the cabin for Labor Day weekend with the Mishlers and the Clarks.<br />
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3. Tyson has an interview at Costco tomorrow...his third and final one (say a prayer)!!<br />
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4. We're going to the Brad Paisley/Darius Rucker concert this Friday in Salt Lake...whoop whoop!!<br />
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5. We got a fish this weekend. Our first pet! <br />
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6. New Biggest Loser and Glee seasons started yesterday!!! (not that you care.)<br />
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7. Fall is moving in quickly and it's finally starting to get chilly.Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-20854324756012588752010-09-22T15:08:00.002-06:002010-10-12T11:06:11.732-06:00My Favorite Coach Sue Sylvester Quotes! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Wise Words of Sue Sylvester:</td></tr>
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<div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">"I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then, on some dark, cold night, I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"You'll be adding revenge to the long list of things you're no good at -- right next to being married, running a high school glee club and finding a hairstyle that doesn't make you look like a lesbian."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">"I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picturing birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and I find it disgusting."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-8718915513361385132010-09-22T14:53:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:06:27.595-06:00The Love DareA while ago, I decided to buy the book "The Love Dare," from the Christian movie "Fireproof". I'm very bad at keeping secrets and planning out surprises. They usually don't end up being a surprise in the end. But, I bought the book secretly, then had Tyson watch "Fireproof" with me, so that at t<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8Wd4NEjnGp2_ki49cFI9in4HGiZ23zfiGo6GKX_D1c7pFkiBMW2t8pZXksqx7yFQ5vlrnxvxCOyfn0vzhcvK9h7Gd19qQqfGHrdHVnxcxZBw_pZhXE2tU8TrKe87S0sNAMfT39d5S0xr/s1600/fireproof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8Wd4NEjnGp2_ki49cFI9in4HGiZ23zfiGo6GKX_D1c7pFkiBMW2t8pZXksqx7yFQ5vlrnxvxCOyfn0vzhcvK9h7Gd19qQqfGHrdHVnxcxZBw_pZhXE2tU8TrKe87S0sNAMfT39d5S0xr/s320/fireproof.jpg" width="234" /></a>he end of the challenge he would know what I was talking about with the book. At the end he said, "that would be really neat if there was a real book where we could do this together." I bit my tounge and just nodded. So, here I am, continuing on with "The Love Dare", Tyson unknowing, and trying to strengthen our new foundation of a relationship. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There are truly some amazing principles and quotes in that book. I started it a few months ago, and did the first 10 days, but then unfortunately got lazy. But I started it again a few days ago and have felt a sense of strength in our marriage. He has also been extra helpful, loving, and uplifting to me. I come home and things are done that I never mentioned or asked him to do. We have had more loving passion. We have laughed more. I love him more deeply each day.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>"Marriage is a beautiful mystery created by God, joining two lives together as one. This not only happens physically but spiritually and emotionally. You start off sharing the same house, the same bed, the same last name. Your identity as individuals has been joined into one. When your spousegoes through a tragedy, both of you feel it. When you find success at your job, both of you rejoice. When you look at your mate, you're looking at a part of you. So treat her well. Speak highly of him. Nourish and cherish the love of your life."<br />
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I dare each of you, whether you have the most ideal or most rough marriage, to try the Love Dare. It will strengthen your marriage regardless.Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-40272681198643260522010-09-22T12:28:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:07:49.939-06:00Forgive me, blog.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QqM23giJtJr5M_y2yl2w9Gr6GzY8Mxrj6qfS6VgwO_n3H7jZmmcVhvM2k1wKsXCwSvBYAwKPnKYqcO2P4UmZV6IVHh2kPMPYHBOZBdj7bk6Q6IE4Pzv5Y3WSfyrJZGOTKDdpZtItAoRr/s1600/salem_falls_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QqM23giJtJr5M_y2yl2w9Gr6GzY8Mxrj6qfS6VgwO_n3H7jZmmcVhvM2k1wKsXCwSvBYAwKPnKYqcO2P4UmZV6IVHh2kPMPYHBOZBdj7bk6Q6IE4Pzv5Y3WSfyrJZGOTKDdpZtItAoRr/s200/salem_falls_lg.jpg" width="128" /></a>So, I've been a bad record-keeper and a bad blogger. This I know; forgive me. But I'm ready to start fresh in a new, (more) diligent light. So, give me another chance, please?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Work has been so slow lately. I've been holding my days over with reading and crossword puzzles. It's just not the same, though, when I'm not in warm, comfy clothes and sitting on my couch with a blanket and a cup of hot cocoa. Mmmm, well thanks for the image; now I just want to go home (even more so). I 've read through these surrounding wonderous books this past month at work...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLs0p0SuCNACIlxBLK4zi4jw8FppVQAlzureG6U0Yi30QEW8auql87wrx8b99uB7fEjjV2v6zwSV3jYBZqJv2uvVD4dYlby2VUWvkvwD7EyaDA2o9llUJGeT13CdfIitrTcvgtPr4x786w/s1600/songs_whale_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLs0p0SuCNACIlxBLK4zi4jw8FppVQAlzureG6U0Yi30QEW8auql87wrx8b99uB7fEjjV2v6zwSV3jYBZqJv2uvVD4dYlby2VUWvkvwD7EyaDA2o9llUJGeT13CdfIitrTcvgtPr4x786w/s200/songs_whale_lg.jpg" width="128" /></a>All great books. We're...well...poor, at the moment. So I haven't been able to buy any new books. So, using my brain I created this amazingly brilliant plan: I decided to read the books I already own, that I <em>haven't</em> read yet! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mlB4HP7XI3qSS36LqaXAZ6CQ3z9_Fx8LzRPp_m2k5DQon-11j0ExXXPiXJ6K6Iw4BJxGCVn9xGHMuBYF2J9-RMLMR-WDN6lIm1OnvY9CvVfl_VxBlf436lp4YPZqJTZNCAuWukMJV_om/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mlB4HP7XI3qSS36LqaXAZ6CQ3z9_Fx8LzRPp_m2k5DQon-11j0ExXXPiXJ6K6Iw4BJxGCVn9xGHMuBYF2J9-RMLMR-WDN6lIm1OnvY9CvVfl_VxBlf436lp4YPZqJTZNCAuWukMJV_om/s200/1.jpg" width="142" /></a>Yes, I know, genuis. But really. I think I still have one or two Jodi Picoult novels that I haven't read, so I'll read those next. I forget how much I love to read, until I start reading again. It's so refreshing. I 'm so glad that novels aren't something that technology has gotten rid of completely. I love to smell a new book, and to trace my hand over it's smooth, blemishless cover. It's almost like a bonding moment between myself and my book.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The most amazing things are created in books. Life changing quotes, experiences and situations that are unimaginable to me, until placing myself in the characters shoes and going through it in their words.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ah, how I love all of you authors out there. :)</div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-48496966809467174542010-08-05T11:25:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:08:13.723-06:00worst. day. ever!So, yesterday, I took the day off work so that Tyson and I could have a fun, much-needed vacation/adventure together since, as we all know, this summer is quickly coming to a close. So, we borrowed a cataraft and everything needed and headed up to the South Fork in Boise. We got there at about 11:30 with big smiles and started to get everything ready. We unloaded all our gear and the raft and started to pump up the tubes, but the pump was broken! So, Tyson drove up stream to a nearby launch and borrowed one (thank the Lord for all the wonderful people who were so willing to help us all day). We filled up our tubes quickly and brought back the pump, then while we were hooking the frame up we could heard a leak....gah! <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBtkPwr320NoLZ6CZQT1mpgotXhrSEv4IgmgHvRIU5N_1P1jR8RvcHB8Yia6anV7S0diu6p1lAlWMmf0fA2vbNm0oN_BmkdCmWeB9YDwyEXZ0FsfJAlmzX3sGV7upu2fSseC4J0l9gdiF/s1600/4561652903_2673282947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBtkPwr320NoLZ6CZQT1mpgotXhrSEv4IgmgHvRIU5N_1P1jR8RvcHB8Yia6anV7S0diu6p1lAlWMmf0fA2vbNm0oN_BmkdCmWeB9YDwyEXZ0FsfJAlmzX3sGV7upu2fSseC4J0l9gdiF/s320/4561652903_2673282947.jpg" /></a>So we found the leak and it was right on a seam. We tried to duct tape it but that was a failure. A couple of guys were there putting in their raft so we asked if they had anything and they had a patch kit, which they lent us. It was too hot outside though so the adhesive wouldn't stick, it just stayed tacky and the air kept pushing out. We held it for a really long time and though it was "better", so we went and brought his car to drop it off for the shuttle car. When we got back (an hour and 1/2 later) the tube was flat. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>So we just sat there, smiles long gone from our faces at this point, and racked our brains for some other options. Another fisherman and his wife were taking out there and tried to help as well. He fixed our pump, and his wife forced us to drink stuff and eat their fruit, even though we insisted we were fine. Lol. Bless her soul. But, by then it was about 4 or 4:30 and we knew the day was basically doomed. So, we drove all the way back to pick up Ty's car, get the raft, and go home. All in all, we spent over 100 dollars in gas, got really grumpy, dehydrated, and that's about it! Jeez, with the way the day went I'm surprised we even made it home alive. I was getting worried! But we did, and the day is over. There must have been some reason why nothing went well. I mean, seriously. There has to be a reason why we didn't get our raft in the water yesterday; a day like that is just unlikely otherwise. At least we got to see the beautiful river and a great view from the mountain! Oh well, it's a new day, and a much better one!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-43775122008018464242010-08-05T10:59:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:09:57.204-06:00long time, no seeIt's been far too long since I've posted anything on here, huh. Not too much has happened...except for us moving into a cute apartment! We were looking at this one bedroom, and it didn't work out, but it turned out to be the companies fault that we didn't get it. So, they gave us a two bedroom for a really good deal! Just a little bit more than what we would have been paying for the one bed. And it's really really neat. The two bedrooms are on the bottom floor along with a bathroom; all good sized. Then, you go upstairs and there's a big loft-type room. A big living room and kitchen with vaulted ceilings and and a big half bath. And there's these pretty french doors that go out to a balcony (which is gross cause there's all these birds that poop all over it and put mud nests all over. We'll clean that up soon so we can actually go out there.) But we both love it! <br />
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We have a cute little stream thing that runs right behind our place and little duckies float through it. It's fun! And fyi, they love bread. Not popcorn, or crackers, or cereal, or waffles. Just bread. We're starting to get it all decorated cute and stuff. It finally feels like home, especially after we were able to get out all of our wedding gifts and put them to good use. I'll put some pictures up as soon as I find my camera charger. But yeah, just thought I should probably tell you, like, the most exciting thing ever!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-83657735325386781392010-07-01T11:03:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:10:11.562-06:00New Beginnings.Well, we're well on our way to getting a new apartment! And I'm ready. Not that the Nana and Papa weren't wonderful for letting us live in their house and help us save money. And not that the Clarks haven't been wonderful for allowing us to stay in their basement and help us out even more (though unfortunately this time we didn't do quite as well at saving. Dang). But I'm ready to finally get to a place to call our own. To finally open up all of our wedding presents. Use our new dishes and silverwear; use our iron and vacuum; try out our skillet and blender. It's exciting! I love my kitchen stuff, and it will be fun to use it! I think this change will occur in the next week or two, and we have a great 2 bedroom apartment for only 450! That's a steal these days. (That made me sound old.) <br />
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Now, I guess this will be our real test to see if we can quit emptying our pockets on crap and junk. I know we made plenty of money to pay for this, it's just our spending habbits that we don't have enough money for. So I say lets KICK those habbits now!!Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-38803207980903189172010-06-10T17:14:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:10:41.091-06:00Come home, Abbey.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Abbey Sunderland.</div><br />
A brave, 16 year-old girl who wanted to become the youngest to circumnavigate around the world in a sailboat. She lost contact with satellites this morning after rough water and a raging storm. Her emergency beacons have been activated. Officials are searching for her, but have lost all communication with her.<br />
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Please, remember her in your prayers.<br />
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</div>Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-12677044861092519702010-06-10T16:58:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:11:18.805-06:00Beat up...from the inside out.Lately I've really been getting down on myself. <br />
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And I wish I could just stop thinking negative things about myself, but we all know it's just not as easy as that. And I've been thinking, why do we do that to ourselves? Where did all of this negative thinking come from?? Did cave-wives do the same? I can't really imagine a cave-wife sitting in her cave-bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror thinking "Does this fur make my butt look big?" Or, "Wow, I have too much cellulite on my legs." Or, "My hair is a <strong><em>disaster</em></strong> today!" <br />
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It had to have started somewhere. Of course, I think most of us can justly say that we hold the media responsible for a large portion of our distorted body images. When they begin to say that being a size 2 is ideal and sexy, the rest of us normal 6's (or 8's or 10's) start looking down at our bodies and questioning our healthy "imperfect" bodies. I think a body is ideal and sexy and you're confident in it, and you're healthy.<br />
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Negative thinking is not healthy. <br />
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It is a plague. It is a disease that spreads and harms, and even kills. <br />
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Now, just because I'm writing this, I don't want you to think that I'm like...depressed or that I hate my body or something. It's just that, the little things that we pick at about ourselves is really frustrating. I look at the size 4, beautiful woman that works in my office, as she diets consistently and always talks about how she can't eat that cookie or that half bagel <em>ever </em>because she can't have carbs since she's trying to get her pooch off...! I mean, she literally eats the meat and cheese off the top of her pizza cause she can't eat the bread as well. Why?? Now, that's just ridiculous. Or when my incredibly fit husband looks at his legs and says he has chicken legs, or down at his tummy and says he has a "gut."<br />
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We all need to stop being unrealistic and so judgemental about <em>ourselves </em>and just live our lives a little fuller. I want to wake up every morning and look in the morning and think to myself, "I'm a beautiful woman." <br />
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Because, <em><strong>I am</strong></em>.Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-34250480988096335482010-06-10T15:53:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:11:41.079-06:00Lonely, lonely, sad.Prologue.<br />
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Tyson and I, our first date was on September 11, 2009. We literally went out every single night after that. We were engaged three weeks later. Married three and a half months later. And have not been apart for a single day since our first date that September 11th. <br />
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Tyson left on Tuesday morning to go to Moab. Uh...how do I function?? It has been almost 2 and 1/2 days since he's been gone, and man-oh-man. It's the worse. I hate having him gone. I was thinking I was going to sleep so well with him gone; no more waking up every time he turns over or snorts! But, alas; I lay alone in bed for a couple hours before exhaustion finally wins and I am able to fade out. I need him back! He will be back on Saturday; so let's pray that I'm still human by then. That I haven't turned into some depressed, mushy "thing" that just lays in bed and stares blankly at the TV or something. <br />
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Is that pathetic?? Some might think so. But, I think not. And I don't blame you for thinking it is! But I like things the way they are. (Not with him being gone, but with us being attached at the hip and slightly inseparable.)Whitney Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17360124605862136175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157782710187875049.post-31504921175750495642010-05-11T13:04:00.001-06:002010-10-12T11:12:22.111-06:00Eternity...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLOaxTf2AnthPbDF9XBhd4AnGBb3zQGE7Y9_akxn-dOhtAXZ_k38WZBN2Dv7_a-Z2XlZLM6-HqN1P7y4pDePRoBMWa7IdMIAtYmQeoBkEvJiaKnOY8VGy_U28QBC8bA9deZxGH31AeR1J/s1600/080109-thailand-tour-hmed5p_h2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLOaxTf2AnthPbDF9XBhd4AnGBb3zQGE7Y9_akxn-dOhtAXZ_k38WZBN2Dv7_a-Z2XlZLM6-HqN1P7y4pDePRoBMWa7IdMIAtYmQeoBkEvJiaKnOY8VGy_U28QBC8bA9deZxGH31AeR1J/s640/080109-thailand-tour-hmed5p_h2.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Doing all I can to make things better</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Everything I can to get things right</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Baby when you're with me it's a</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">little more like Heaven</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here in my mind, here in my mind</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Just can't let this old world get us down</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There's too much beauty in this life</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It should be so perfect</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We shouldn't know we've made it to the other side</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When we make it to the other side</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Oh you know it's got to be so beautiful</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Oh and everyone is so free<br />
Love, love is the only thing</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">there is between you and me</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've been looking for so long to</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">find this place I see</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And I've just got to believe </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> it's more than a dream</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Seems it's time I should move on</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> but I hope you come with me</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Till we find</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> eternity</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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