our story [part 2]

Read Part 1 here.

At age 18, I moved away to college at Arizona State University.  It was only two hours away, but it was the hardest transition of my life. 

New dorm.  New friends.  New life.

 

Exciting, yes, but also positively terrifying.

Time flew by, however, and I dated quite a few boys throughout the months away from home.  I didn’t date any of them very seriously except for one, and I got him ready and sent him off on a church mission, determined that I would be there when he got back two years later.

Sometimes I think about those times now and imagine Heavenly Father giving me his knowing smile and maybe even chuckling slightly, because my life wouldn’t turn out anything like I’d planned.

And I’m glad it didn’t.

During the summer before my senior year at ASU, though still faithfully writing that missionary I’d worked so hard to get out there, I started to have small inklings that maybe I should start dating again.  I pushed these feelings aside, bound and determined that I wasn’t going to date anybody right then.

The inklings came and went throughout the summer months, but I mostly managed to squelch them in the midst of all my letter-writing and adventure-having.

On one evening in June sometime, I went to go hang out with a group of my guy friends at their house.  I was having trouble finding the place in the dark, so I called my friend Jon.  He walked out to my car to show me inside.  As we were walking up to the front door, I saw a darkened figure sitting on the bed of a truck in the driveway, talking on the phone.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Oh that’s just Tim, our roommate.”

I dismissed him without another thought.

A few minutes later, however, this “Tim” walked through the front door, and to my utter surprise, I recognized him.

“Hey don’t I know you?” I asked in shock.

“Oh yeah, you’re Jeff Sparks’s little sister, aren’t you?”

Of course, I thought.

He spent the rest of the night in the same room with my friends and me, but he didn’t say much.  A short sentence or two, here or there.  They showed me their band’s website.  To my surprise, they were pretty good.

“Who’s singing?” I asked.

“Oh that’s Tim,” Gary said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep,” Tim said.  And that was it.  So he’s the silent musician type, I thought.

As soon as I left their house, however, Tim exclaimed, “Well Katie Sparks sure has grown up a lot!”  After which his roommates all tried to discourage him by telling him I was waiting for a missionary.

When I got home, I asked Tim to be my friend on Facebook, and then quickly forgot about him.  Again.


Read Part 3 here.

chicken tortilla soup for the soul

I am always looking for easy peasy ways to make dinner.

Sound familiar?

The other day, I decided that I wanted to make chicken tortilla soup.  Yes, I realize that the temperatures have been reaching the triple digits.  But like I always say, there's nothing like chicken tortilla soup for the soul*.

So I started looking around online for quick and easy recipes.  I soon found this baby.  And while some of the ingredients may or may not sound appetizing [*cough*NACHOCHEESESOUP*cough*], let me tell you, this turned out amazing.

In fact, the finished product looked something like this picture:

Picture found here, though I did not use that particular recipe.

If you don't want to click on another link, I'll do you a favor and post the recipe here:

• 1 (10.75 ounce) can Campbell's® Condensed Cream of Chicken Soup (Regular or 98% Fat Free)
• 1 (10.75 ounce) can Campbell's® Condensed Fiesta Nacho Cheese Soup
• 1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chilies
• 2.75 cups milk
• 2 skinless, boneless chicken breasts halves, cooked and diced
• tortilla strips

I also added one can of pinto beans, some green onions, and a little extra milk [and some light sour cream right before we served it].

And all you have to do is mix all of those ingredients together in the crock pot, cover, and cook on low for 5-6 hours [except for the tortilla strips, which go in right before you serve it].  Aka, you can put everything in the crockpot and forget about it for 5-6 hours.

Final verdict: It was a big hit and I definitely plan to make it again!

*Confession: I have never said this before.

our story [part 1]

My life collided with Tim’s at age six.  Two years later I had a teensy crush.  Six years later we moved away and I forgot about him.  And another ten years after that, he asked me to marry him.

Would you like to hear the story?

My family moved to Yuma, AZ in the record-hot summer of 1995, and my parents vaguely wondered what they had gotten themselves into.  The natives of Southern California just weren’t used to 122 degree weather, after all.

But kids are resilient, and before long, my brothers and I adapted to the scorching heat with no noticeable problems. 

My mom, however, was determined that we would only live in Yuma for five years – just long enough for my dad to get established in his job as a professor at the local community college.  She couldn’t stand the heat for any longer than it took to walk to the car, touch the blazing steering wheel, and turn on the seemingly heaven-sent A/C.

We attended our local church’s congregation, and my older brother, Jeff, became acquainted with another eight-year-old boy named Timmy Devey.  I was vaguely aware of the boy named Timmy but my interest in Barbies and fear of the school bus largely drowned out any notice I would have taken of him.

Around age eight, however, I started to notice Timmy.  He went to a different school than I did, but I saw him at church.  I saw how he made the other kids laugh, how he seemed to be in the “cool kid” crowd, and how cute he looked in his church clothes.

Mind you, I was noticing those kinds of things about 90% of the other older boys, too.

But I always had a slight crush on the boy named Timmy.

The funny thing is, Tim tells me now that he remembers my little brother, Eric, better than he remembers me, because he was so loud and obnoxious.  In fact, he barely remembers me at all.  [Maybe I should have been more obnoxious.]

Here is a picture of Tim with his mouth stuffed full of marshmallows at my brother’s birthday party.  
And there I am two seats away from him.

Six years after moving to Yuma, my mom finally got her wish.  My dad had gotten another job in Prescott, AZ, and my brothers and I were [mostly] excited to move and start something new.

I said goodbye to all 36 of my crushes, and we packed up our things and moved in the summer of 2001.

I largely forgot about Timmy because there were just too many other cute boys to notice.

I do, however, remember thinking about him once at around age 16.  I bet if Timmy saw me now, all grown-up, he might actually notice me, I thought.

And then I quickly forgot about him again.


Continue on to Part 2.

don't judge a [text]book by its cover

When I was in college, I always wanted to find ways to help the less fortunate.

There was only one problem.

I didn't have any time, and I didn't have any money.

[Ok, make that two problems.]

But, you guys.  I just found out something awesome.

Campus Book Rentals is an online store which rents textbooks out to students.  Which in and of itself is a revolutionary idea [and a much cheaper option], but Campus Book Rentals goes the extra mile.

They donate part of the money from every textbook rented to Operation Smile.  And if you're too lazy to click on that link [like I probably would be], I'll give you the rundown.

Operation Smile is an organization which provides surgeries for children born with a cleft lip or a cleft palate.  This surgery allows them to do everyday things that you and I don't even think about - eating, speaking, and smiling, to name a few.

That means that by simply renting a textbook - something you would have to do anyway - you can improve someone's quality of life.

Saving money on textbooks, and helping out the less fortunate.  Killing two birds with one stone.  Bam.

And if you're not sold by that alone, check out this textbook.  In red, you can see what the book would cost brand spankin' new.  And in the blue box over to the right, you can see how much it would cost to rent the book instead.

Go check out their website for even more perks!

Saving money and improving a child's life.  What could be better than that?

*This is a sponsored post, but the positive opinions are mine all mine!*

find you

Tim and I are famous!

Ok maybe not really.  But we did write a song together and we did post it on The Youtube.

And yes, ok, maybe Tim did write most of the song.  But I helped!  And I wrote my own harmonies.  [That counts for something, right?  ...Right?]

Take a listen and let us know what you think!

We love singing together.  It's so fun.  [And it's one of the reasons I fell in love with him.]

p.s. Speaking of falling in love with Tim, I've been writing down "our story" in detail, and I'm thinking about posting it [in segments, naturally, because I'm not even done and it's ridiculously long].  Hmm...yes yes.  I think I will do that soon.  [Now I just have to figure out whether to finish out our "Wedding Day" saga first or not.]

p.p.s. At church, Tim and I watch over about eight 3-year-olds for two hours.  And after church, Tim and I collapse on our couch for several hours from sheer exhaustion.  [And yes, I realize that telling you this doesn't have to do with anything.  I just wanted to tell you.]

p-cubed.s.  Kthxloveyoubye.

wedding day [part 4]

Here is Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

Eventually someone showed up to unlock the building, which allowed everyone to breathe a little easier.  [And sweat a little less.]

Tim's parents had an amazing lunch prepared.  There were all kinds of delicious things, but my favorite part was the tri-tip steak sandwiches.  [Mmm...it's making me hungry just thinking about it.]

We talked and laughed with everyone and wondered when it was going to start feeling real.

After the luncheon, Tim and I had a stop to make before we headed up to Prescott for our reception.  Bahama Buck's.  We ate our delectable shaved ice as we drove and smiled ridiculous smiles at one another.

On the way up, we kept saying things like, "We're married!"

"You're my husband!"

"You're my wife!"

Once we got to Prescott, we briefly stopped at my parents' house so I could say a decent hello to my grandma and my aunt, knowing I wouldn't have much time to talk to them later.  And after about 10 minutes of talking, we were already out of time.  We headed over to the stake center [church building] where we would be having our reception.

I knew it would be beautiful, because Nicole Mangum was in charge of decorations.

But because I hadn't been there to help set up, I didn't know exactly how it would turn out.

Which was why when I walked in the doors to the cultural hall, my breath caught in my chest and I stopped dead in my tracks.

It was more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed.

I took a few minutes just to walk around and look at everything.  [And now I wish I'd spent even more time so that I could remember every single detail.]

our wishing tree guest book

pictures hanging on doors

centerpieces

 bunting and lights

[See what I mean?]

I started to get nervous, knowing that for the next few hours, Tim and I would be the center of everyone's attention.  I've never been very good at that.  Then I started to worry about making sure everything was perfect.

Then Tim did something he's done for me every day since.  Whenever I get worried about something, to this day, Tim changes modes.  It's the I-will-do-everything-in-my-power-to-make-sure-Katie-is-happy mode.  He calmed me down, took over everything I was worried about, and sent me to change into my wedding dress.

I hunted down my mom [which was no small task] and dragged her into the bathroom to help me change.  She and one of her friends fixed my hair and my make-up, and before I knew it, it was time for the reception to start.

I found Tim and he gave me one of his reassuring smiles.  He put his arm around my waist and led me back into the cultural hall.

I could already tell this was going to be a perfect night.

*Stay tuned for details about the reception!*

no sleep for the thoughtful

You've heard someone say, "I think best when I'm in the shower," right?

Or, "I do my best thinking when I'm running."

Orrr, "My head is clearest when I'm riding my bike."  

"When I'm swimming."  

"When I'm cooking."

Well, would you like to know when my best thinking is done?

As I'm falling asleep.

And I can't tell you how many superb blogs or papers or books I've written in my head that I can't remember now that I'm more fully awake.

It has occurred to me that maybe they aren't actually such great ideas - that I just think they are because I'm half asleep.  But, on the other hand, the times that I do remember them, they actually were pretty good ideas. [Judging by my own standards at least.  And that isn't saying much.]

Maybe I should just keep a pad of paper and a pencil nearby so that I can jot down whatever ideas I'm magically generating in my half-asleep, half-awake state.  But I value my sleep so much that this particular idea doesn't seem overwhelmingly appealing.  Because then I would wake myself up even further, and who knows?  It could become some horrible cycle where I start to fall asleep, have an inspirational idea, wake up enough to write down said idea, and then the wonderful/awful cycle starts all over again and I never fall asleep.

I should take the fact that this post is only semi-coherent as a sign that I would be completely lucid in my half-asleep state.

[Or maybe I should just remember that logic has never been my strong suit.]

When do you do your best thinking?

p.s.  Didn't you just love having Camille guest post yesterday?  She's a doll.

p.p.s.  Don't forget to read my secret here.