Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Show Me Your Heart [the REAL thing]

OK I just started this 10 minutes ago, and then the computer had to restart for some lame reason. So, here we go again....

I was tagged my P Dawg at a while ago, and I am just now getting around to it. Sorry P Dawg.

The tag: "with as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: a picture, a poem, a song (or piece of music), a phrase (or quote), an item of clothing, a place, and (just for fun) a Disney princess. If you want to join in, tag 6 more blogs."


Emery and nature. This is her when we went camping [my original reason for putting off this post]


Eighteen years of glory
Two years of pain
Eternity and more
To remember the name
A soul so much loved
A heart so much missed
A hug to give forgotten
A wished cheek to kiss
You said youd always be here
You said youd never leave
But where are you now
When I need you here with me?
I know its not your fault
Your in the better place
But nothing can ever stop me
From missing that handsome face.
I try these days to remember
So I can not forget you
The dreams you said you had of me
The songs you sang so true
Such a wonderful face
Such am amazing voice
A genuine person
Sent to heaven with no choice.
Im sorry for what was said
And more for what was not
Im sorry for my stubborn self
And the stupid fight we fought
I wish to go back two years in time
To make this up to you
Atleast so when you passed away
You knew how much I loved you.
I loved you like a brother,
A brother I'd never forget.
One glorious day we'll meet again
A glorious reunion I bet.
Watch down on me from heaven
Be my angel in the sky.
Rest in Peace, Watch in Peace,
True balla forever in style.

-Me, written in March of 2007.


"Where are you going, my little one, little one?

Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four.

Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.
Turn around. Turn around.

Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.
Where are you going, my little one, little one?

Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown.

Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Turn around. Turn around.

Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own."

-"Turn Around" by many artists

This is the song my mom used to sing to me before bed.

Quote or Phrase:

"Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." -Amy Bloom.

Item of Clothing:

If shoes count...

If they don't...

EGHS Drill Team Warm-up Jacket. LOVE.

That's my with my ankles crossed. 2005 competition.


This house has a name. A name? Yes. Altair.

This is the house in Sea Ranch, CA where my husband and I stayed on our honeymoon. It was beautiful. There is a huge backyard, walking distance to the ocean, we saw lots of wildlife in beautiful nature, and it was a beautiful house. Altair at Sea Ranch.

Disney Princess:

I had a hard time deciding between Ariel and Belle, but here is my decision.

Thanks for reading if you are still here. I am going to tag:

Kasey at I gave in

Amelia at Kuty-pa-tootie

Candie at The Green Life

Brooke at sunshine express

Brandi at The Turners

Heather at The Pack's

but if I didn't tag you, you can still do this and leave me a comment so I can come look at it!

Monday, June 29, 2009

These Boots Were Made for Marchin'

I'm at my mother's house in Elk Grove right now, trying to find a picture of boots that will work as clip art on a custom ink shirt that look like drill team boots. It's frusturating creating this fourth shirt.

But I saved something and didn't realize where I saved it. I searched "boot" in the computer, and found a word document titled "These Boots Were Made for Marchin'." It's an essay my sister wrote this past year. I cried. She is a good writer, I think. And she admires me so much...it feels so great to have someone look up to you so much. Well, I thought I would share it. I realize it's her work, but it means so much to me that I would like to share it with all of you. Some of the writing is weird because its no longer formatted, but you'll get the just of it.

Samantha Clark Clark 1
Ms. Lee
AP English 11
Descriptive essay
September 16 2008
These Boots Were Made for Marching
Just about ready to leave my house, I analyze myself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. My hair half-up and half down, bangs pulled back and hair sprayed slick, diamond earrings, one in each ear and cherry-colored lipstick packed on, layer after layer. The time has come to add the last touch. My boots.

I slip them on, and run out in a hurry. The click clack of the heels touching the ground in a hurry causes a few strangers to turn in curiosity. My face gets pink, my hands get hot, and I know they are looking at my dirty, worn out boots. What used to be spotless white leather too stiff to fold down has now become too flexible to keep zipped up.

Four years ago, my sister invited me towards her, and we opened the box which kept those boots safe through shipping. Pulled out of their package, the boots shined as if they had just been painted with a white glaze. The zippers ran smoothly in and out of every crevice, connecting pieces of a puzzle. The insides glow as white as the outside, and the smell arises as the smell of a new car would the first month. My sister wore those new boots with such accomplishment. I admired the way she walked in those boots, head up at gun-point, back straight and shoulders back. And then she smiled, showing not only her top and bottom teeth, but also the glimmer in her eyes. I looked at my flip flops, and knew that one day, I wanted to walk with the same posture my sister revealed to me.

I remember sitting on the sofa watching my sister go through her own routine of getting ready. Her frustrations began to build up through getting her bow even with her pony tail, and trying to find new tights without any holes, all the tension seemed to disappear after she donned the exquisite boots. Her outfit then became complete. Friday after Friday as the boots gained dirt stains and smudges, I watched this same routine, and every time it amazed me how that last simple step made her stand up higher, smile a little wider and act a bit nicer.

As my sister grew up, she left the school and boots to me. I strive to fill her footsteps. The boots have lost their shine, and yet, I still feel privileged to wear them. The insides stained brown from the sweat and dirt of many parades in the past, still carry the indentations of her feet, and the smell of a long day of marching. The creases at the bridge and the ankles from pointed toes, and marching passé make them more pliable to my movements. The zipper on the left side gets stuck due to the material from my tights constantly getting in the way in my haste to get ready. The smudge on my right boot left over from my sister fails to be covered no matter all the times I have polished it. These boots finish off my uniform, make me stand tall, smile big and be in the best attitude I can, so that I’m ready to march with the rest of the team.

As I walk to my team, we begin our pre-game. The BOOM BOOM of our heels marching on the track in absolute unison. The cheering fans watch us with pride.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Show Me Your Heart

The tag: "with as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: a picture, a poem, a song (or piece of music), a phrase (or quote), an item of clothing, a place, and (just for fun) a Disney princess. If you want to join in, tag 6 more blogs."

I was tagged by P-Dawg.

I really want to do this right now...but I am going to my sister in law's house and I should leave right now...I still have to pack for camping, we are leaving this afternoon, and Emery needs a bath. So this is my "I-O-U." When I get back from camping, I will finish this tag.

OK, P Dawg?

And then I'll tag 6 more bloggers. <3

Monday, June 15, 2009

Strengths Finder 2.0

So, a while back I won a giveaway by P-Dawg. So cool! I won a book Strengths Finder 2.0 by Tom Rath. In the book it gives you an access code to take an assessment online. After the assessment, it gives you your top 5 strengths out of I believe 34. The whole point of the book is so that people will focus on developing theirs talents and making them their strengths...developing who they are. Rather than trying to fix their weaknesses, and achieve for talents that they don't have, and trying to be somebody that they aren't.

I got the book today. Started reading it. Took the assessment. Thought I'd share my top 5 with you. And P-Dawg, you know I'm curious about yours once you figure out what they are.

So, here's mine.
1. Discipline- sets routines. likes timelines and deadlines. wants everything predictible, orderly, and planned.
2. Includer- want to include people and expand groups. instinctively accepting. casts few judgments.
3. Consistency- think balance and clear rules is important with no tipping scales to someone's favor
4. Relator- pulls towards people I already know, pleasure in being around close friends. comfortable with intimacy.
5. Woo- winning others over. likes the challenge of turning strangers into friends.

Yeaup, that's me. Don't you think these strengths would make me an excellent teacher?

Technology-free Week

So, last week my little Sister Sammie was given a challenge from a member of the bishopric in her ward. She was supposed to go one week without technology: cell phone, computer, television, radio, etc... and then give a talk about it on Sunday.

My family and I went to her ward yesterday to hear her speak. She did such a good job! I was really impressed. There were four speakers, and although they all did really well, her's was the best, I think. And that say's a lot because one of the other speakers was my dad!

She talked about spending a few nights with me and staying up talking and looking at scriptures with Christoper and I. She talked about how good of a mom I am and how she aspires to be like me. I cried. Wouldn't you?

...and oh my gosh, I'm feeding Emery right now and she just hit the carrots out of my hand and made such a mess on me and I'm wearing someone else's pants!...

But, her talk was amazing. I wish everyone could have heard it. I felt really good, and the meeting was really spiritual. I'm glad I went to that ward. Plus, there was cupcakes in Relief Society.

The end.