Showing posts with label clark family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clark family. Show all posts

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Bubblie

After the 4th of July was over, licorice and cupcakes gone and a normal 
bedtime hour was put back in place. 
Things start to become normal again.  
Sort of.
At my house everyone holds their breath because most defiantly someone 
will get a cold sore- or as we call it a "bubblie".
This year it hit Nicholas, hard.
We tell the Little Nies that bubblies are a result from the 3 S's.  
Sugar
Sun 
Sleep (lack of)
Then because I am a Clark, I had to know who else in my family
 got a holiday bubblie too.
Here was a bit of  our group dialogue:

 So basically, over the holiday and at the festivities, 
I saw about 10 Clark adults and children with the dreaded bubblie.
Hit it hard people.
Hit.  It.  Hard.  





Tuesday, July 08, 2014

4th of July 2014 Day # 5

 Well folks, this is it, I am finally blogging about the 4th of JULY!
I always try to wake up early on the 4th 
so I can see the amazing hot air balloons. 
 They rise quite early, and if I'm not careful I will sleep through them.
This time, I nailed it.  I spotted ten.  
We hustled to get the nine Joneson children fed, bathed, and 
dressed so we could meet the family up the canyon for our annual bike ride.
No crashes or mishaps (well except for the occasional complaint 
from the serious bikers dressed like Lance Armstrong who hate
 kids and lots of slow bikes on the trail).
 (Awesome gold headband from Bando)
After the bike ride we picked up my favorite lunch- Cafe Rio, 
and headed to Pockas house 
("Pocka" is grandpa in Lottie language).
The backyard was filled with children.  
It was a perfect American gathering if I ever saw one.
Cokes, a slip-n-slide, plastic water toys, and sunscreen galore!
 Then we celebrated Pocka (remember, that's my dad) 70th birthday.
Each of his children "roasted" him with a favorite 
funny or serious or sweet story.
Of course I cried when I expressed my love for this amazing father of mine.
 Back at Fox Hill, we listened to country music 
(because nothing says American than country music)
while I roasted hot dogs (another USA favorite) Linds made
 this amazing watermelon cake. 
She also danced around the kitchen. (see below:)
 Later that evening, more family came up to Fox Hill 
(or Baghdad as I we call it, because
of the abundance of the rocks, dirt, sand and dust- and no landscaping).
Then when it got dark outside, I threw in the pool about 50 glow sticks.
It sure made for some pretty sweet swimming, I must say.
 At one point I had to run inside to refill Pockas coke 
(it was after all, his birthday) 
and snapped a quick photo inside the dark house just as a huge set 
of fireworks blasted out my window and in the stadium below.
The end.
This one was one of my favorite 4th of July's in history! 

Monday, July 07, 2014

4th July 2014 Day #4

The Patriots Posse took the streets on the 4th of July eve for
the 5th annual Freedom Ride.
Mr. Nielson's motee was unfortunately sick and in the shop.
Mr. Nielson and I lead the posse through the
 streets of Provo in the convertible along
with my brother Topher, his wife Lisa and Umi.
 The 2014 Posse included:
 Mr. Nielson, me, Umi, Topher and Lisa.

Brother Matt & Katy
 Brother Jesse (Golf Champ) and Lindsay
 BFF's Spencer & Lindsay
 Oldest brother Steve & Suzanne
 Brother Andrew & Megan
 Then our ride took us to Swig (or Swags as Umi calls it) 
for a "dirty" or "dirty coke-- if you are Mr. Nielson--
 after the ride.
Great night troops!  God bless America!

Monday, June 23, 2014

The weekend wrap-up

The weekend brought:

A hike
about 60 "sink-tubs" for Lottie
sister time
naps on my bed
popsicle's and bugs.
Baseball,
birthdays and cool summer nights.
It's good to be alive.



It's good to have a husband.
It's good to have children.
It's good to have family.
It's good to have a home.
It's good to have food to eat.
It's good to have a body.
It's good to breathe.
It's good to know that God is real.
It's good to have peace in my heart.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Temple wedding

My oldest nephew, Layton (my sister Page's son) got married on Saturday.
This beautiful wedding took place near Salt Lake City at a Mormon temple.
The temple is a very special place to Mormons. We don't consider it to be a
 secret place, it is sacred. There is a big difference. 
Anyone can have the opportunity to enter into the temple and see Mormon
weddings and other special peaceful ordinances 
as long as they are a baptized a member of the church, 
and are living in harmony with God's commandments.
Through the temple, we believe that families can be together forever. 
You don't hear the words "Til death do you part" 
in the wedding ceremony in the temple,
 because we know that we will be married forever.
We believe that there is a life after death and relationships on earth
are just as valid and wonderful in our next life.
The wedding yesterday was another wonderful reminder of my 
love and dedication to Mr. Nielson.
We both felt emotional talking about our beautiful wedding day
 
The children were not permitted into the wedding ceremony, 
but walked around the beautiful grounds of the temple while
their parents and older cousins were inside.
I left my phone with Claire so she could photograph her cousins and
other exciting happenings.
I also told her to get a few photos of Layton and his new bride Nile 
when the ceremony was over.
But she didn't.  Instead my camera roll was filled with photos like this:
 and this:

So sadly, I don't have any photos of the bride and groom.
Except for this short little clip:
video
To learn more about Mormon temples, go HERE
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