Thursday, November 29, 2012

One of Those Days

It's homecoming week at UVU (really late, I'd say, as finals are in a couple short weeks). For homecoming week, there's an Emerald Ball. The only  formal dance at UVU. I tried to get the night off for a different reason, but no one wanted to cover my shift (thanks guys). Yesterday, when I found out no one had decided to cover yet, I was okay with it. I figured it wasn't so bad. That was until I spent the night awake.

I jumped at every sound. I panicked every time I closed my eyes. I was warm, then cold, then warm, then cold, etc. I was uncomfortable. My mind was all like "hey, I'm ready for rest." My body was all like "Naw, I'm ready to party." Which convinced my mind to be like "you're right! Lets be awake!"

I am really tired. With finals just around the corner, I'm also really stressed. That is not helping, at all. I look stressed too. My hair is wild and my make up (which is mak's) may have turned me orange and looks icky. I'm not sure. I don't dare look in a mirror.

At first, being at work was fine, not a big deal at all. Then they began setting up for the emerald ball. The student government is all dressed up fancy. In ball gowns. My new red hoodie now feels silly... Then they rolled out a red carpet. Am I jealous? A bit.

Remember how I said I'm tired? Well being tired makes me overly emotional, like all girls. As they rolled out the carpets, I fought back tears. I want to be all dolled up for a ball. Not dressed like a hooligan, sitting behind a desk. In my stress, I picked off all my pretty nail polish, which, by the way, was awesome! Now I'm about to watch a chick flick, fight tears, and watch pretty people walk down a red carpet... *sigh*

(This is like a scene from a really poorly written chick flick actually. Now if only some guy would bring me flowers in a cheesy way and dance with me behind the counter. If that happens, I will be amazed.)

Also, feel free to laugh pathetically at the situation. I'm laughing at myself. It's so sad and ridiculous.

Here, this made me laugh today:

Friday, November 16, 2012

Just popping in

I'm not sure I have much to say. I just feel like I haven't said anything in a long while. Since that's the case, Hi! Hey everyone. How are you? I hope everyone is doing alright.

I came on here with nothing to say, but then I remembered something. You know all those cliches that relate to life? The "you don't know what you have til it's gone" or the "if you love something you have to let it go, if it returns it was meant to be" or "the grass is always greener on the other side." Those don't relate to every aspect of life, but people try really hard to get them to. The last one relates a lot better to a lot more topics, but the first two are rarely applicable. Lately, I've finally understood them. They've finally meant something...

The second one actually occurred to me first. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone you love is let them go. Maybe not forever, but for a period of time. People aren't meant to be kept in one place forever. We need space. Everyone needs space. If you love someone, you give them what makes them happy. Space tends to make people happy. Therefore, you give them space. You let them go. It's a sad, yet freeing, bit of knowledge I've figured out for myself.

The first one came second. It's pretty self-explanatory... Sometimes, you begin to take things for granted. When they leave, or when you lose them, you realize just how important they were to you. I lost something recently. I knew that losing it would be awful, painful, and really really hard to deal with. I lost it anyway. I want to replace it so badly. I can't handle it being gone. But somethings can never be replaced...ever. The only thing to do is find a way around it and find a way to do things differently. It sucks. I feel incomplete now. I'm learning to cope without it. It'll be tough until I can get it back.

While typing all that, I was thinking about myself. Not in a conceited way...mostly not in a conceited way. It was mostly in an introspective way. I guess lately, I've been doing things to mask what I don't want to deal with. I'm not doing what I truly want, I'm just doing things to hide what I don't want to deal with. I don't know how long I can do that for, but I think I need to figure stuff out.

This is the most ridiculously vague blog post I have ever written. Sorry guys. I probably piqued some interest as well as annoyed some of you. I'm sorry.

To make up for it, I'll tell you a story.

There's a barn, out in Vineyard. It's abandoned, and creepy as heck. Brian and I go out there once in a while. Once we came across some kids, we scared them by making them think we were police. They ran like their lives depended on it. This past time that we went, we saw some more kids. Turns out I actually knew them. We snuck into the barn from the back as they came around the front. They were so scared, it was fantastic. To add to their fright, we jumped out at them. One of the boys screamed, it was awesome. I told Brian their names, and he casually dropped them. Were they scared? Yes, yes they were. It was probably the best thing ever.

That was a short and poorly told story. I guess I'm not really into this lately. When I get out of this rut, I'll explain more. Sorry guys. Here, enjoy:

Gosh, even that picture was weak. Holy cow. Hang on, let me find you a better one:

Found it. This makes me laugh every time!

That's so much better. At least this post had some redeeming qualities. Right? Eh? ;)

Sunday, November 4, 2012

thanks nose...thanks...

There's this guy. His name is Brian. I met him over the summer in school. At first I was pretty sure he was a tool, but I got to know him and he's not that bad. In fact, I think he's pretty awesome. I'm always trying to be awesome so he doesn't disown me as a friend.

The other night, I was having a bad time. I was all teary and snotty. He gave me a hug, which usually makes me nervous. ("dont hug too tight, morgan. But don't be dead. Hug like a normal person will ya!!") he was comforting me while I was the WalMart parking lot. I was just about calmed down when my nose got runny.

I didn't want to sniffle and sound gross. I want him to think I'm awesome, not gross. I figured my nose would solve itself. Then, it came. Like a waterfall. Blood...everywhere. My nose basically exploded. On Brian's shirt. Yea, that's not gross at all.

We didn't have tissues, so we were forced to go into WalMart. Blood was running from my face. It was coating my hands. It was all over Brian. Super not embarrassing.

I went to the restrooms, only to find the women's restroom closed for cleaning. Awesome. Brian went into the men's room and got me some paper towels. A dry one for my nose and a wet one to wipe up the blood. He gently cleaned me up as people stared. A group of young girls even stopped to watch. Not awkward at all.

My nose finally stopped and Brian washed my face off.

Am I embrassed? Yes. Yes I am! So much for being cool in front of Brian...=/ Thankfully it's not something that matters.

The end

Monday, October 22, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012


Today, I turn 21. So, for fun, here are 21 things about me:

1- I am awesome
2- I have a fear of elevators
3- my favorite color is red
4- when i grow up, i want to be a writer
5- i am the oldest, the middle, and an only child
6- I almost have my bachelors
7- I have two pets frogs, Fred and George
8- My favorite meal is chicken broccoli casserole
9- my birthday cake is usually cherry cheese cake
10- I love doctor who, but have not seen the most recent episode yet.
11- my favorite chick flick is the Kira knightly pride and prejudice, Nathan gave it to me for my birthday, and I have already watched it twice.
12- I love being outside, but I also love cuddling inside
13- I both love and hate surprises
14- I'm terrified of losing things
15- I don't like BYU
16- if I were to go back, I would redo school in science
17- I am blogging on my mostly dead phone
18- I almost didn't pass my driving test because of parking
19- my favorite seasons are fall and winter
20- I'm allergic to cinnamon
21- I am awesome. ;)

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

Over the Counter Encounter 10/8

I'm at work. I'm sitting at my counter. I'm pinning on pinterest. A customer arrives to borrow pool equipment (is it called equipment? it's ball and a stick...). I check it out to him. I smile politely. He flirts (of course, I'm looking sexy in a leather jacket right now). He leaves.

I check pinterest some more. Facebook some more. Help customers some more (everyone, please stop losing your phone and/or wallets!). He comes back (he better, he has our pool stuff). He stands. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks.

Then...he leaves.

I breathe.

Then he comes back.

I pause...Do I keep being polite?

He leaves me his number.

I take it and smile politely. I stick it to my jacket (I know it will fall off, I'm not stupid).

He leaves.

He comes back.

Seth arrives (I love Seth. He is amazing.)

He leaves. For good.

This isn't an unusual over the counter encounter. I have gotten this a lot. It's just a lot more irritating when I'm alone. It's not that I don't like people, it's that I don't like to like people when I'm trying to get over certain things and when I want a friggin chocolate shake. If you don't have a chocolate shake, you are wasting my time. (It's a mood)

That's what happened at work today.

Then I found this:

I am now going to watch me some TV/movies. If you want, bring me a chocolate shake (no matter when you are reading this: now, a week late, a year late, I want a chocolate shake!)

Friday, October 5, 2012


I was going to write a soul-felt post about how if you love something, you have to set it free. Then I decided I would post about all the cake at my house right now (which is more cake than you can shake a stick at). I thought about posting about school (which would be as boring as the events themselves). Maybe I could have posted about yesterday's national taco day (best holiday ever). I think, though, I want to post about the future.

How many times have you wished you could see the future? We all wished that at some point. If you haven't, then you haven't ever risked anything. The thing is, I can see the future, and so can you.

Yes, that was cheesy, just roll with it.

I can see the future because I know what I want my future to hold. I know that I want a hippy bus with shag carpet. I want a dog to spend time with and walk in the dark. I want to visit new places. In other words, I will own a hippy bus with shag carpet that my dog and I will ride in to travel to new places. Yea, that was super anticlimactic, but its true.

The future doesn't hold any mysteries, the future only holds what I want it to. It is my slave. (no offense intended there towards anyone anywhere.) I will own the future. If I want it to include a trip to the Japan, it will include a trip to the Japan. If I want it to include pancakes (which I do), then it will. If I want it to be filled with more of my awesomness, then it will. That's kind of awesome, isn't it?

Not only can I see the future, but I can control it. It sounds ridiculous, but I am really tired and it blew my mind slightly.

Here, enjoy a picture:

Made me laugh.

Anyway. I'm going to continue my "productivity" on pinterest looking up girly things. Bye

Monday, October 1, 2012

October 1, 2012

I'm doing my homework. Sort of. It's really hard for me to focus on actually doing it. I'm tired for one, and for another, a lot of really huge changes have occurred lately.

The changes aren't something I want to talk about on my blog. If I want to tell you, I will...

I just wanted to talk about the other day. I was with Robyn. She was telling me about how she doesn't get along with the building manager where she lives. (What I replied was not intended to be mean at all, even if it sounded incredibly hurtful.) I replied "Well you're a hard person to get along with."

Yea, that sounds really awful. I wasn't meaning "You suck, no one likes you." What I really meant was "you're personality is really out there and loud, and a lot of people don't know how to work with that."

I have this friend, Brian. He and I were talking once and he mentioned how he always tries to think four steps ahead of the conversation to make it go the way he wants. That sounds really manipulative, but I do it too. When I'm texting someone, I think of all the possible ways I can make the conversation go. I try not to do that, but I do it anyway. I'm sure he and I aren't the only ones that do that. It's easy to write out a text, realize the answer you could get, then erase it and try it differently. That's what texting offers us. Control. Or at least it feels like control. I haven't worked that out yet.

It seems like everyone has grown used to the idea of being "in control" when on the phone. I know I have. It's comfortable to sit in the bathroom, write out a text that has been carefully thought out, and hit send, knowing full well how the conversation is going to go. It's easy to want to avoid real human contact just because it's easier to do that than to try and communicate with so many unknowns.

Robyn has a really loud personality, and I love it. She's unpredictable, in a good way, in a way that is completely normal. She's funny and enjoyable to be around, but not a lot of people can get past the unpredictability. People want things that resemble their digital world. They want to control each conversation. They want to sit on the toilet and be confident. It's scary as heck dealing with real people in real life after growing up in a digital world.

That's what I was trying to explain to Robyn (after I said that incredibly insensitive thing about her being hard to get along with). It isn't her fault, at all. It's our fault. It will always be our fault if we can't get along with someone. Yes, I know that there are a lot of people that are really off the walls, and uncomfortable to be around. There are people who just have the exact opposite personality of us and it gets really hard to work things out. But there is always a way. always. People want to be around people who are easy to control, easy to predict, so that they can feel safe. Robyn is for sure not any of those. And that is what makes her awesome. It's people like her, the people you can't control, that bring hope to the world.

We're all little drones with our little glowing boxes in our hands. It sucks a lot, especially for people like Robyn who are impossible to predict. She handles her awesomeness really well though, and I love it!

That is all.

Now I'll actually go read my homework stuff.

Please, go here:

It's hilarious. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Dear Little Morgan,

Dear Little Morgan,

Hey, I know it's cool to have huge goals, but please just stop. Yes, it is possible to get your PhD early in life. It's not something you need to prove. When writing your goals, remember how incredibly stubborn you tend to be. Because of you, I'm seriously debating grad school. One semester of that costs more than our entire BS degree did! Pretty please just set simple goals. For example, make your life goal be "Visit the Aquarium" because that is easy. Don't try to be amazing, it is a lot of work for me.


P.S. Take 3D earlier, because doing that with Senior Projects SUCKS. That is all.

Saturday, September 1, 2012


I just watched this documentary (because that is what I do at work) about love and finding "the one" and everything that goes into that. It was really interesting.

One thing that the documentary mentioned, that all documentaries about love mention, is that you marry someone like your opposite gender parent. So I would marry someone like my dad.

I never knew my dad growing up, so I've always thought that that isn't true for me. How could I marry someone I didn't know?

I'm a firm believer in nature & nurture. Meaning, neither nature nor nurture can be the entire reason we are the way we are. I may be attracted to people like my dad because of genetics, but a lot of the reason I picked Nathan has to do with nurture.

I know, I just said I didn't know my dad. And that's still true. (I did not jump into the TARDIS and relive my childhood differently in between paragraphs here.) I did know, however, another dad.

I spent a lot of my childhood days at the Cazier's house down the road. First thing in the morning (or afternoon, I am not a morning person), I would go to play with Rachel. I stayed there all day and well into the night. They were like family to me. Sometimes, I would wonder what it would be like if I was a Cazier. I wanted so badly to have parents like Rachel did.

Brother and Sister Cazier's relationship ultimately affected how I view relationships now. It's an implicit memory tucked away. To me, their relationship was a happily ever after that I wanted. I still want it.

I picture my family being a lot like theirs. I picture my kids getting along for the most part. I picture them all watching TV together, or playing games. I picture them knowing they're loved.

I remember the first time I ever really saw/heard them verbally communicate that they loved each other, I was in shock. In my eyes, their love was all totally unspoken but fully understood. Hearing them say it to each other made me realize how very much they all love each other.

To me, that is happily ever after.

So Thank you Caziers. For rocking my world from the beginning.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Day 3...thousand.

It's been three days at school. Only three. Being a senior sucks a bit. We should parking preference for all the work we do. 33000 students...8000 parking spots. It's one giant game of musical chairs...a game I have never ever liked. UVU went from:

To this:

I dare you to find a parking spot there...

As a result of all this:

Our student center has become this:

Due to all the chaos and confusion caused by the man made earthquakes, the students currently feel like this:

It is only day three, though. It might get better eventually. In the mean time, I'm going to just breathe and eat some:

Friday, August 10, 2012

I'm watching Kayaking

First off,these kayakers are ridiculous. They don't have arms and oars. They have large propellers... I can't even keep a kayak from tipping. Crazy.

Second, the room I am in is vibrating a lot. The construction vehicles outside are really really big, and they idle a lot. I don't know if I would realize we were having an earthquake if one started right now. Who knows, maybe we actually are having one! (Gosh, I hope not...)

Third, I will post about Lake Powell. I have a few pictures, and some stories. And a short (long) video of me being scared.

Now the real point of this post.

Raise your hand if you like speaking for yourself. Now put your hand down and stop looking silly.

We all like speaking for ourselves. If I were to say that you, the reader, hated people with brown hair and you believed all people with red hair should be kept in their own colony where they can't contaminate other people, you would not be okay. (I wouldn't either. I have very brown hair...) I have no right to even say that. All I know about you is that you're currently reading this blog.

None of us enjoy being spoken for, so what gives us the right to speak for our God?

This is a UDOT sign on the exit at University Avenue in Provo. UDOT officials left the sign unlocked and someone came in and changed it. (In case you didn't already read the story somewhere on the internet.)

We've all seen signs like this in the hands of picketers. We've seen the facebook posts, the t-shirts, and we've heard the comments. No matter how many times we see it, it never gets better.

This person is speaking for their god (whether that be my God, the trinity, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, or whomever you worship). I don't know what you believe as far as God goes, but it seems to me that God has an opinion of His own. What makes you think he likes to be spoken for by people who don't and can't really know him? We know he created this world, he created humans, he gave us everything we have (essentially). We don't know what makes him smile, or cry, or if he has any allergies. Whether you support gay rights or not, we don't know if God does. We cannot actually know if God hates Gays.

I feel like it was a self-proclaimed Christian that did this. (We don't really see Muslims and Buddhists protesting homosexuality.) From what I understand, Christ was a man who loved everyone. He was compassionate and caring. He listened and he helped. Like I just said, He loved everyone. He wasn't going around saying "Yeah, I don't like your outfit. I refuse to love you until you change your clothes." Raise your hand if you heard a story like that. (If you're raising your hand, you're just making this difficult.)

The point is, Christ loved all men. Christians believe in being like Christ. If someone hates another person, then they aren't Christians, are they?

There's a story in the bible. (Don't be angry at me if I get this wrong, I am awful with scripture stories.) A woman is about to be stoned for committing adultery (not sure why the man got off the hook there, but that's beside the point). She comes to Christ with the people accusing her of the sin.  Christ simply replies something along the lines of "If any of you are sinless, let him stone her first." No one could throw a stone, as none of them were sin free.

None of us are sin free. None of us can throw a stone at someone else for doing something wrong. None of us have the right to deem others of being unloveable. I don't know what you believe as far as homosexuality goes, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that the man who loves another man is still a man. He still has the same gooey insides that we do. He still has blood like us. He was born like we were. God doesn't just pick and choose. Christians believe that God loves us whether our sin be lying, stealing, or even murder. A sin is a sin (mind you, I know that some are far more serious than another, but it's still a sin).

If you believe being gay is a sin (and I believe this person does), then God doesn't love you either. If you can stand there and say that God hates someone for something you believe to be a sin, then God hates you for your sin.

My point is we need to be pro love.

I love Nathan.
I love my family.
I love James.
I love my classmates.
I love my coworkers.
I love my neighbors and ward members.
I love these really frustrating construction workers.
I love the workers at Harmon's (they're really helpful).

I don't need reasons to love people. I don't need them to jump through hoops to impress me. They exist and that is enough.

I went to a funeral this week, for a girl who loved everything. She loved everyone. She didn't pick and choose. She didn't hate people who weren't sick, or who did things differently than her. She loved them.

If I can do it, if she can do it, then I imagine God does it without even thinking about it. I don't know if God loves everyone, or if he hates everyone, but I know that he wouldn't pick and choose. He won't love someone who channels their anger into another of his creations, not if he doesn't love someone who is gay.

Saying "God Hates Gays" does not make you brave. It doesn't make you respectable. It makes you look silly and rude. It makes people not want to be around you. It makes me, personally, sad.

I love my gay friends, and I always will.

well, time for work.

Go love someone today!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Just a Quickie

Hi. My name is Morgan. I'm only 20 years old. I have two semesters left of school. Yes, I do want to marry Nathan, but I have time. I can't even drink yet...jsut sayin'. I don't need to be makin' babies right now. Despite being Mormon, having ten kids in ten years isn't my goal.

Thank you. That is all. Off to watch HP7.1. Adios.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Random: Thoughts and Photos

My weeks have been filled with a lot of school and work. I'm trying to work extra hours now to make up for the week I'll be gone. It's really tiring. I know my job isn't demanding, just having to be here gets tiring. I'm really happy I have awesome coworkers and that Nathan and I work in the same building. =)

Here's a random picture!

This is the North Sail Dock at Utah Lake. Nathan and I went down there for pictures and walking around. Sail boats seem really cool. Someday I will go sailing... or sit on a sailboat while someone else does the actual sailing. Not because I'm lazy, but because I don't think it's a good idea for me to sail without any practice first.

Here's a random thought!

The BSA have kept the ban on gays being involved in scouts. That really makes me sad. BSA is supposed to be a program that teaches boys to be good citizens, right? A gay boy is still a boy. He should still get a chance to participate. A gay man is still a man. Being gay doesn't affect your ability to be a good person. If a man feels that he can contribute to the growth and learning of young boys, then he should be allowed to do so. Being gay doesn't make you an evil person. Being gay doesn't change the fact that you are human. Being gay doesn't change your desire to participate in the community. These boys are the future of America. Do we want them to love everyone and have everyone's best interest at heart? Or do we want them to grow up not liking what's different? If we don't raise the future of America to be good citizens and leaders, we can't expect them to help in the progress of America. What we do now will affect not just the boys and gay men, but the entire future.

Here's another random picture!

 NATHAN! We celebrated our 4th anniversary on Sunday. Well Saturday, but it was actually Sunday.

Here's another random thought!

Earlier today, as in an hour ago, a lady came in with two high school aged boys. The lady was a coordinator for the Summer Bridge program at UVU. (Summer Bridge is a program that allows high school students to come and take college classes.) I think it's awesome how much she really cared about each of the kids she was with. You could tell that the kids were comfortable with her and could trust her. That's the kind of person I want to be. I want kids, and adults, to feel comfortable around me and trust me.

Here's a random photo from the interwebz!

welp! have a good weekend everyone!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


In case you didn't notice, I haven't posted in a while. Sorry about that. 

I don't have any new pictures to post up I am at work and not on my own computer where all my pictures are stored. 

I'll do a quick run down of everything that I can remember! 

First, the fourth of july was really awesome! I had a lot of fun going to Nathan's family's cookout. It was the first time in all four years that Nathan and I have been together that I went to it. So that was neat! We played 2-base baseball with his brother, cousins, and uncle. The backyard wasn't that big, but it was still really tiring to play. =) 

Nathan and I also got to go boating twice last week! We went Monday with Charlie (his brother), Russ, and Natalie. The water was pretty warm and it was a lot of fun to be out on the water. (I have a picture of this one somewhere)

Also, we saw pelicans on Utah Lake. Someone please explain to me why I saw pelicans on Utah Lake... If they're native here, how come I hadn't seen them before?! Strange.

We went boating on the fourth as well. The water was cooler, and there were a lot of boats (obviously). It was still a lot of fun. Deer Creek is always pretty good. 

Due to all the fireworks this week, Derek has become obsessed with them. Everyday he asks if we can do fireworks or "splarklers." 

Unfortunately, almost everyone in my house got sick this weekend. We all had terrible headaches, some had sore throats, and others had tummy aches. The good news is, we're all better now! Except for Derek, who is still a bit under the weather. 

Construction on the school is terrifying. I've been working in a continuous earthquake. If you know me, you know my greatest fear is an earthquake. I've been running on adrenaline. I think, however, it's helped me a get over that fear a little bit. Which is good, right? However, if there is a real earthquake, I will have a really long way to get out of the building, as the front is now buried under rubble. =/ 

Today is the 1457th day of mine and Nathan's relationship. That's almost four years. Crazy, right? I can't believe I've known him for four years! It doesn't feel like it at all. I've loved every single day, though! We've done a lot together, and we'll keep doing a lot!

Some of the things we've done this week include trying new recipes, visiting the city creek mall for the first time, and going to the lake to get some fun pictures. This Sunday is our anniversary. I'll try to be good and post pictures. 

For now that's all. Sorry for the long and pictureless post! 

Friday, July 6, 2012


These are a few pictures off mine and Nathan's cell phones. Just some silly updates.

I made the pink vest. It was supposed to be a shirt, but I messed it up, so it became a vest. 

I also made this tie-dye shirt. I didn't do the dying, I just cut it up into a shirt. Notice how I'm standing in the exact same pose in those pictures... 

I was making a scarf (out of a t-shirt) and thought that the top scrap part would make a nice shirt. What do you think? Of course I would lose the gray shirt underneath. ;) (by the way, I was kidding with that)

At work we got the lost and found. I had fun putting these glasses in the database. =) 

sorry that all the pictures are sideways. I didn't take the time to turn them. 


I'll post more later, and I promise they will be real posts. I just have been sort of busy lately. I do have some stories (if I remember them all) that are kind of interesting. Sorry for the sucky posting lately! 

Monday, July 2, 2012

a short thought

He rested there, only for a moment, to watch her dance. She twirled and spun on the dark stage. A single burning spot light shone on her. She danced to silence, letting her emotions run free. He saw her calm beauty, but knew of the heat that burned inside her. Though he wandered, he never left her side. He was drawn to her, but knew it could never be, for he was the moon and the earth was she.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Photo Recap

Here are photos I haven't put up because I hadn't put them on my computer yet.

 This is from the eclipse (not the terrible movie, but the actual astronomical event). It's a super weird angle for me, but look how long my legs look!

 We didn't get special glasses, so we combined all of my sunglasses to look at the sun. It worked nicely. Probably fried our eyes, but we could see!

 This is Brax at the dance festival. He spent the entire dance totally concentrated on each step. It was cute.

 This girl had some serious hip action going on. It was really cute.

 Chandler isn't a dancer... This dance was a bit more elegant and silly at the same time. Watching Chan try to be elegant was silly.
 I caught his face as they jumped in a circle. He wasn't as focused as Braxton, but he was way more shy.

 This is from Braxt's first baseball game of the season. I haven't made it to any others yet. I plan on it soon though!

 This is Brax up to bat! he really swung at that ball. Nailed it!

 He slid into every base, and even when he was running in the outfield to catch a ball, he would slide. Silly Brax
 I got my hair cut today? You like? I like. A LOT.
 I got bored before my class today. This is what happens when I get bored and can't stop looking at myself and my new do. =/

That's a picture recap for ya! Hope you enjoyed it! My weekly posts will return with an Aquarium visit and a self defense course for the kids. As well as a failed craft and a well done craft. Here's a peak!

It's a necklace pin board for Makenzie. She liked it. I liked it. And it was quick and easy (once I found all the right materials).

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Morgan's Weeks 5 and Six

Sorry I haven't posted lately. It's been a long two weeks.

Some of the highlights include finishing the shed, Orem Summerfest, and a double date.

I can't really remember all of the past couple of weeks. I haven't been sleeping real well.

The shed looks stellar. I wish I had taken a before picture, but I promise I will post an after picture! It took three days, one extra trip to pick new colors, and a lot of scary ladder maneuvers. In the end, I really enjoyed it. And Grandma really likes it (which is all that matters, since it's her shed in her yard).

The weekend of Summerfest was a blast. It was ridiculously windy, though. I think Derek was worried he would blow away. If he wasn't so close to the ground, I'm sure he would have. I enjoyed spending the day with the kids and Nathan. Unfortunately, due to the freezing wind, I didn't get many pictures... Nathan got a couple of the parade and I got a couple of us eating (which is super exciting, I'm sure).

That morning, however, we went to a breakfast hosted by Macey's grocery store down the road. It was a Spiderman themed breakfast. Eggs, bacon and spiderman cereal, and canned Sunny-D. =) A worker dressed as Spiderman and was supposed to jump from the building and swing down. During his practice swing, he slammed into the side of the building and fell to ground in a heap. Then he thought he fixed the problem, and tried again dressed as Spiderman. He jumped too hard from the building and again hit the building. He was at least more graceful.

Here's a picture of the boys with Spidey!

Derek was confused, Brax was shy, and Chan just wanted to go play on the bounce slide.

Sunday, the day after, Nathan made the most delicious Asian food. We had grilled garlic steak tips (kabobs), and herbed white rice. It was soooooo good. I am so glad I bought him that Asian cook book. =) It's a gift that keeps on giving.

Tuesday, Nathan and I went on a double date with Jack and Brian. It was a lot of fun. They're funny guys. We went to Wingers, and saw Prometheus. The movie lacked story, but the graphics are worth seeing. The sound was good at being eerie and creepy. It was cool to get to know Jack and Brian better.

I went to the dentist yesterday. If you know me, you know I'm terrified of the dentist. Grandma went with me. That made it a lot less scary. My teeth are all shiny. Turns out I have this weird infection that's causing me to hurt. So I got a mouth wash prescription. It tastes fine, it just burns like heck. Makes my tongue all tingly.

Anyway, I'll let you know how this next week goes. I promise I'll post!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Theories and Dilemmas

(I may have spelled "dilemmas" wrong.)

A couple of weeks ago, my coworker was doing her philosophy homework. She had to respond to a thought put online. The thought was about a theory and problem Kant comes up with. I don't remember the theories involved, but the problem was something about ending up in sticky moral situations. (Someday, I should google all this and find the exact names and theories and everything. Sorry about that, guys!)

I'm terrible at coming up with moral dilemmas on the spot. After a little thinking, and living, though, I came up with one: loyalty vs. keeping personal standards you set.

I don't think I worded that right.

Say someone in your family is severely into drug use and has been evading the law for a while. You have set up rules that you won't let anyone in your home put you and the rest of the family in danger. This person is putting everyone in danger, but you promised not to do anything about the problem. Do you remain loyal to that family member, or do you protect yourself and the rest of the family?

Then the questions comes up, which is best for the overall family scheme? Does that person need to suck it up and face consequences, or should they be allowed to roam free and wait for the consequences to catch up with them?

I don't feel like I'm making much sense, but that's what's been on my mind lately.

Here, enjoy this instead:

that site has 20 of these funny diving pictures! I enjoyed them! Take a look, in honor of the upcoming olympics!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Morgan's Week FOUR

The week started off with Memorial day, which was pretty freaking fun. I always love dinners with Nathan's family. Plus, I got to see James's dog, Cash. Dumbest, but sweetest dog ever!

This beauty also came on Memorial Day! My first strawberry off my plant of the year! WOOT!

I cut it into quarters and shared it. =) It was the best itty bitty bit of berry I have ever had! And it's mine! Off my plant!

Before the bbq, I went swimsuit shopping. I fell in love with this suit:

Not the best picture of me, but my suit looks good! I like how it fits. It's got a tummy slimmer (to slim all that fat I have...) so it fits snug but not too snug. Most suits don't do that for me.

Tuesday was the kids' dance festival. I haven't loaded the pictures onto my computer yet, but it was really awesome! The boys did great! Brax did a hat dance. He focused a lot on each step, you could see his concentration in his eyes. Chan did an elegant/child-choreographed dance. It was interesting, and he is not that graceful. At least this year he danced. Last year he just watched everyone else dance for the most part.

Wednesday, I was sick. Which sucks. A lot. =( It's the first time I've had such a bad cold that I had to stay home. I'm still blowing the most disgusting things out of my nose. Bleh. Nathan is really good at taking care of me though. He's always good at that.

Thursday was a food fest for my intercultural class. This is what I ate:

I have fish and chips (Australia), Pavlova (Australia), Korean meat and rice (super tasty), and a Greek vegetable salad (also tasty). It was kind of fun to try the different foods. Nathan and I have been on a food trying kick.

Which reminds me, Monday Nathan and I tried some different sodas, again. We tried Boylan Orange cream soda and Winehausen (or something like that) Orange. The orange cream was really tasty. I loved the orange cream, and Nathan liked the plain orange. It's always good when it works out that way.

Back to the week.

Friday, yesterday, I took Nathan and Grandma to China Village. It's a new restaurant that opened up in Lindon. It was pretty freaking incredible. We all ate until we were full, then ate more. It was sooooooo ridiculously tasty. I can't describe it. My stomach and mouth and every part of me was in heaven! You need to try it if you live close to Lindon. It's relatively cheap too! A dinner plate (fried rice, a spring roll, entree of your choice, and a salad) costs less than $9.00. It's soooo good!

And today is Saturday. I went to Braxton's first baseball game today. It was really hot, but super awesome to watch him play! He is pretty good at hitting the ball. =) I can't wait for more blistering hot summer days to watch him play!

Nathan also had a big first today. He bought Makenzie "girl stuff" today. I'm at work and couldn't, and Grandma wasn't home. It's a bit embarrassing for him I think, but it was really awesome of him to do that. I love him to pieces, and I can't wait to spend many more weeks with him. (MANY  more weeks with him!) 

Friday, June 1, 2012

A story

First off, to answer everyone's questions, the reason I have holes in my memory is because of a concussion caused by a ladder. Hurt like heck. Still hurts sometimes. That was a year ago in two weeks (funny how I remember that...).

Now onto my story:

Her slender legs dangled on either side of the fence. It was a peculiar fence: thin as tissue, but held seats on the top. There were no gates. Just endless fence. Her curious blue eyes followed the length of the fence. She watched as people climbed up and down, sometimes they stayed and sat with her. No one stayed for nearly as long as she had. The seats were surprisingly comfortable, but like all seats designed for straddling, mostly only other females stayed. Men climbed up, sometimes sat for a moment, then climbed back down. She wondered why. The view was great, and she was able to make friends on both sides of the fence.

"Romera!" he called up to her. "When do you plan on coming down?"

"Not for a while!" Romera called down.

He walked away. Romera watched as he passed through the group of red heads on the north side of the fence. She watched as the red heads talked, played games, and laughed at jokes she couldn't hear. Day after day she watched the red heads. They stayed up until the sun nearly peeked over the horizon, then slept until the sun peaked in the sky.

While the red heads slept, Romera watched the people living on the south side of the fence. She watched as they brushed their white hair, and ironed their clothes. She listened as they talked and told each other stories. She smiled when they smiled at each other. They were always happy. So were the red heads.

Romera enjoyed the fence. She got to watch both groups. Sometimes she got to participate in their group activities. It was great.

After a while, the red heads started turning on Romera. It started with simple teasing. Then it they started calling her names for having her legs on both side of the fence. She turned away from them, and tried to find comfort in the white haired community. They listened when she needed to talk, and they offered suggestions. She wanted to jump off the fence and join them, but she felt her hair was far too pink, so she remained on the fence.

One day, a red head climbed the fence and sat beside her. He apologized for the others treating her so poorly. He told her of how he stood up to them and told them to leave her alone. Romera felt as comfortable with him as she did with the white haired people, despite his brilliant red hair. He came and sat with her for a few hours each day, then climbed back down to join in the festivities constantly going on with the other red heads. She didn't like how he left her.

"Julian, why do you keep leaving? Couldn't you just stay?" Romera asked before he left again.

"The red heads are fun. We have a lot of fun together," Julian replied. She watched as he climbed back down.

The teasing never stopped, and once she saw Julian among the crowd laughing and tugging on her leg.

She looked to the white haired people. They held their arms open to her, and she decided to climb down and join them. Romera never saw Julian again, but it didn't matter.

She thought about how much life had changed since she climbed down the fence. Her hair never turned fully white like she expected. In fact, she came to notice that everyone had a slight pink tint to their hair. She ironed her socks and admired the ridiculousness of it all.

The end.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Gosh I'm Tired

I'm currently sitting in Avid right now. I'm really tired. It was a fantastic weekend! I was so excited to not have to work at all, whew. Being back in class sort of sucks.

Anyway, when I'm tired, I typically just say what comes to my mind.

Last night, before falling asleep, I kept thinking about poor dialog. Nathan and I were talking about that. Poor dialog is like twitter. The audience can't see what happened, so you feel as though you have to tell them. I, personally, am not a twitter fan. I have a twitter account. I followed people. That lasted about a week. I ended up bored and irritated by the frequency of people posting. I'm also not a poor dialog fan. Who really is? "Remember how last week, before the commercial break, we talked about this dying man and his odd love for penguin poop? Well he has eaten penguin poop and is now throwing up because of it. Just in case you didn't know." my ABC dramas do that a lot. It's annoying, but at the same time, it's funny.

Another thought. HOW THE HECK TO I WRITE BACK TO SOMEONE WHO GAVE ME A RETURN ADDRESS IN JAPANESE?! I got a letter this morning from Peter. I haven't talked to Peter in over a year. He went into the MTC. I wrote him a letter. That was that. We weren't close before his mission. I don't think he liked me too much. So getting a letter from him really threw me. I'm still thoroughly confused as to why he wrote. It's neat, and really nice of him, but I guess I just don't understand. I plan on writing back, but again, his address is in Japanese. I think I'm going to just cut the return address off the envelope, and tape it to the letter I send him. That should work, right? Maybe I'll photocopy it first? Hmm... and once I figure that out, what do I say? "Hey, you. Glad to hear you're doing great! I don't remember you that well, so um... this is really weird to me. Oh, and hey, I don't know if you even got this letter, because the return address was in Japanese, and I'm far too American for that..." Hmmm. He also asked about Braxton... I didn't even know they knew each other! What the heck?!

Peter remembering Braxton made me realize I don't remember more than I thought. I know I don't remember a lot, and I know where most of the holes are, but obviously there are holes I don't even remember having! WTF? I'll have to see if Braxton remembers Peter, and go from there. hmmm...

Anyway, I'm watching Dennis try and figure out why his keyboard shortcut won't work for Avid. I'm gonna go check facebook, maybe look up when the arts fest is in SLC (I probably missed it already), maybe I'll check the weather, then maybe pay attention.

Goodness I'm tired.


 These crack me up.
 I think about them when I drive or am alone, and I always end up laughing out loud.
 These are great! If you didn't laugh, shame on you.
Have a good day guys!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Morgan's Week III

This week was pretty laid back. It was a lot of fun though!

Monday I met Ahmad (turns out I keep spelling his name with an E instead of a second A... sorry). He's really funny actually. I'm definitely glad I get the chance to get to know him. We met up in the library and we talked about family and activities. We're planning a food swap thing where he makes something Arabic and I make key lime pie. haha. I hope he likes it. =/ If not, more for me!

Tuesday I met up with James at school. It was awesome seeing him again. It's been a really long time since we got to just sit and talk. Still haven't seen the Mohawk in person yet... someday I will. I really want to see his hair look like something other than a dead smurf (no offense, I love it!).

Sometime this week, I wore a bracelet I got a while ago from Rachel. It's a cute little charm bracelet that has hearts that say "follow", "your", "heart." When she gave it to me it was really big for my wrist. It frequently fell off my arm and slid right over my hand without me knowing. Now? Now it fits perfect! Super perfect! This is a picture of it in my hand:

 It fits nicely in the palm of my hand. It's weird how that happens. =) For the first time, I grew!

On Tuesday, again, Derek and I did some temporary tattoos. It was his first time ever seeing one, and it was my first time doing them with him. He picked a yin-yang symbol with a weird blade/flame thing, and a butterfly. He gave me a square design...thing...and a jolly roger tat. Here is his cute butterfly:

 At first he thought they were stickers, and then he wanted them all over his body when he figured out what they were. Silly kids. Chan and Brax also did them. Brax has four, one on each arm and each leg. Chan has two, one on each arm.

I made the first entry into my TARDIS journal. I decided I would put little adventures Nathan and I have. =) I'm going to tape a few more items into it, but I haven't gotten around to it yet.

Nathan and I went on a picnic for the first time. We made PB&J sandwiches, had cookies, chips and drinks. We also tried Bundaberg's Grapefruit soda for the first time. It was actually really tasty. Their peach soda is incredible, the root beer is...icky. Nathan like sthe ginger beer though. Find some, try it! It's fun!

We tried two new soda brands today: Boylan and Weinhaus. Both root beer. Both have wicked neat bottle caps. Saved the bottles. =) (The picnic was a lot of fun, btw. I would do it again anytime! we left our cell phones in the car and just watched people and talked.)

After the picnic, we went back to his house and we watched TV. It got pretty late, so we ended up watching Seinfeld, Simpsons and a 30 Rock. I've seen plenty of Seinfeld episodes, that was the first Simpsons episode I have ever fully watched, and I felt like I wanted to die once I got to 30 Rock. My brain melted out my ears. So we jumped on the tramp in the dark. I have no balance in the that didn't last long. We ended up going on a barefoot walk around the neighborhood with cookies. =)

I forgot to mention that on Wednesday, Kenzie had soccer tryouts. She did really awesome! She is now on the Panthers city team and starts practices at the end of June. It was the first time I got called a soccer mom (time to trade my mazda for a van...) and it was the first time she's ever done something like that. She is super stoked.

Today, I tried doing my hair different, but it's too short, so it didn't work out. I'll try again when it isn't so short.

Nathan and I also did science! We found this book:

We found these experiments:

 Nathan was just wondering how to make pennies look old! Funny how those things work.

The currents of color was really cool. Here are some pics and a video of our sciencing.

Stand back! He's trying science!
 Our penny experiment
 Preparing the color experiment!
 That was one drop of soap. It scattered everything. Here's a video about it:

I haven't actually watched it. Ignore any talking in the background. It's just Nathan's family.

Anyway, that's all I've got for tonight! sorry this post was so random, I heard my posts were turning into textbooks, so I tried not to do that, and put in a lot of pictures. I feel like I nailed it.

Night guys!