Love at the Fair

We went on a date to the fair tonight.

Tonight.

Morrow's Miracle Method, part deux

The art class I'm in is all about the human figure, and as a result I spend a lot of time Monday and Wednesday nights staring at a naked model and trying to figure out how to draw them out well -- meaning both proportionally and artistically.

Sometimes I succeed but I think mostly I fail.

The good news is, my teacher gladly announced today that we are improving:

Office Space

Yesterday when I got to work one of my supervisors told me I'd be moving offices to accommodate for the other employees about to begin work in that office. She explained a few other reasons that I mostly misunderstood or simply didn't care to understand. She informed me I'd be working next to the dean's office.

Today I was shown where I'd be working. And as I walked from my office with dim lighting, my Mac computer and comfortable office chair, I was only semi-disappointed to see the closet, or uh -- office, I'd be working in -- complete with florescent lighting, a slow Dell computer and rigid wooden chair.

Dirty Windows

On Saturday I was able to attend a special conference for the women of our church -- the General Relief Society Meeting. As women we gathered at the church and watched the broadcast from Salt Lake, where we heard from ecclesiastical leaders including the president and prophet of the LDS church, Thomas S. Monson.

President Monson began his sermon with a story about a woman who constantly judged her neighbors. As this woman looked through her windows, she was astonished as to why her neighbors would hang dirty laundry on the line to dry. After constantly pointing out the dirty laundry to her husband, she was surprised when suddenly, one day, the laundry on the line was clean. Her husband pointed out to her that he had cleaned their windows.

Thoughtless

I hoped in the car yesterday to go to school -- late of course -- and the air in the tires were low, so I quickly jumped in the other car.

I begrudgingly walked to class. Then to work. Feeling sorry for myself the whole way there. Walking doesn't feel very good with a tweaky ankle.

Nathaniel called me at about 2:57 while I was at work.

N: Why did you take the mercedes?

H: Well, the air was low in the tires on the other car, and I was in a hurry.

N: Baby, you took the keys! I have to go to work!

H: Oh nooo, I am so sorry!

Old School

Today's conclusion: I'm totally old school.


I prefer a book rather than a screen.
     I'd rather curl up with a good book and read and read and read than watch a movie. Don't get me wrong, I love movies and tv shows and the like....but I'd rather either read about it or watch it on the stage. Unfortunately these two options are either a) isolating and anti-social or b) a little expensive.

I prefer a pencil rather than a computer.
     I like to draw. With pencils. I'm not very tech-savvy, so I'm not good designing things on the computer or anything photo-shop-esque. I'm okay with that. I like photography, but I prefer film -- not a big fan of digital. Unfortunately, liking pencils and film won't do me much good if I ever plan to make any kind of career out of it. *sigh...*

Superheroes

Today was a long day.

I was tired. Scratch that -- I am exhausted.

First, I finished this bad boy for my drawing class:

Lightbulbs, Vanity & Saying Goodbye

You know those lightbulb jokes people crack? Ya know -- the ones that go "how many blah da blahs does it take to change a lightbulb?"

Well, the ultimate question is how many health professionals does it take to diagnose a hurt ankle?

I can tell you. It's five.

Morrow's Miracle Method

I got to "life drawing" class today and sat on a stool waiting for something to happen. The week before we had done "gesture" drawings from a model -- quick or long sketches or "studies" done in pastel of a live model -- and I'm afraid I'm not very experienced or good at doing them. In fact, while we do these in class I feel anything but competent and in fact -- very much like a journalism major in a room full of art majors.

9/11/01 -- Nine Years Later

Do you remember where you were?

I was in seventh grade. I remember getting ready for school that morning, and my dad called me into the living room to watch the news. I was still wrapped in my towel from the shower. I looked at the TV and simply didn't understand. What was happening? And why?

Perspective

A question to myself...what lasts forever?


Very little. Well, very little beyond what is important. My loving Heavenly Father. My Savior. My family -- my relationship with my sweet husband. Peace. Happiness. Perfection.

Thursday

Nathaniel and I taught with the missionaries on Thursday. We taught our sweet friend, Claudia, about the plan of salvation -- or the plan of happiness. It was too much fun! The spirit was so sweet. And of course, we got to color, and I never mind that.

Learning

Because I could write a TON about what I learned today...I'll just keep it brief:

1. Physical and mental pain can't last forever -- one day I will have a perfected body. I can happily thank the Savior for that. I'm so grateful the Savior died for me, and one day I can be resurrected into a perfect body! This gives me an eternal perspective, an understanding that pain is only temporary, and floods my soul with sweet relief and peace.

A Wealthy Mind (A poem by any sense)

There are several moments in my life that live in my memory as brilliant watercolor paintings -- rich charcoal drawings, etched, living and breathing in the sweetest, most tender corners of my recollection.

The Scientific Method Meets Marriage

Hypothesis: Sometimes it's okay to be upset. Emotions are good. Sometimes (a lot of times) emotions don't have much to do with you.