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 dark...so 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!

Thursday, May 24, 2012


Hey, welcome to my blog!

Note the emphasis on my. This is all mine. My thoughts. My questions. My likes and dislikes. If you have a problem with that, and you don't do well with people's opinions, please just skip to the bottom, enjoy the picture and move along. I'm not trying to be mean here, but I know that since I am LDS and I have a lot of LDS friends/readers, this could get taken out of context and could be used against me somehow. I am entitled to my own opinion and thought process. You're entitled to yours. So if you disagree with me, feel free to let me know, but let's all be grown up about this, okay?

With all that out of the way...

I was reading someone's blog, and then the comments at the end. The blogger talked about how she didn't get into a certain university program. I can imagine that sucking pretty badly. At the end, she shrugged it off and said she was leaving it in God's hands. The commenter told the blogger she admired her faith.


What's faith? The LDS believe it's the hope for and belief in things you can't see. That's a fine definition. With that definition, we can have faith in anything, right? I have faith in the tooth fairy. I also have faith in black holes. I can have faith in bigfoot (I know Derek does).

Religions ask you to put your faith in their god. That's fine. You can put your faith there. I grew up putting my faith there. Everyone asks me how I managed to survive all these years. It's because I had faith in God. I had faith that everything would end in a happily ever after.

After reading that blog, and thinking about how I always believed in a happily ever after, I had to wonder, is faith just a way of coping with life? Life is full of a million different disappointments. We're up and down, all the time. People who use "faith" to cope with the downs, don't seem to fall as far down.

People can argue that having faith keeps people from falling because God helps those who have faith in Him. You could also say that it's a way to just displace yourself from the situation. It's a way of dealing with not so happy events.

I don't really see a problem with that at all. We, as humans, need things to help us cope with life's problems. Sometimes, though, I feel like placing faith in God for an event happening is a bit weird.

Let's go back to my blogger friend. She didn't get into a program that she spent a year or more trying to get into. When she didn't get in, she just attributed it to God having a different plan for her. A lot of people do that. I've done it.

When I had to quit soccer when I was twelve, I was pretty upset, but I figured "I guess there's something else I'm supposed to be doing." I put more time into music. I met Nathan. I graduated with my AS degree. I'm finishing my bachelors here now. Is it a side effect or are all those part of "the plan"? It can really go either way.

I can say the same thing about the last concussion I got. I could say that whatever was going on in my life at the time was meant to change. I wasn't meant to be a grip (not that I'm disappointed by that). Or I wasn't supposed to remember anything. I can say that now I'm on a path to be in production, and I'm going to produce something that changes the world for the better! I don't need to remember the past because it only made me upset and frustrated. Now I have a clean slate (or empty brain...). I can do whatever now! I could do whatever before, but now I can do it easier!

Or I could look at it and say "Well that sucks..." because it does. It sucks a lot. I can keep doing what I'm doing (assuming I'm still doing the same things as before). I can look at both concussions as a bump in the road of life. They're just events that happen. They're not important life changing, God given events. They're human mistakes. They're normal life events.

I can look at them through the faith goggles. I can say that my life is better now, it's on the "right" path. I can think that these events put me on the road to the happily ever after I always wanted.

Have you heard about that theory that if you think about something, and want something bad enough, your subconscious will kick in and you'll get what you want? Those events could be related to that. I want so badly to live happily ever after. I want to wake up everyday and know what's going to happen. I want to have a little check list of errands to run. I want to go to bed knowing I have nothing to worry about. I've wanted that for as long as I can possibly remember (beyond the concussions). Maybe, I wanted this happily ever after bad enough that the opportunities arose to change things, and my subconscious jumped on them. The first concussion set me on the road to meet Nathan, and I had never been happier. The last concussion got rid of all those memories that made me upset; it let me stop worrying about them. Maybe those events that changed the path I was on were just me getting myself where I want to be. Maybe they're God pushing me in the right direction.

Who knows?

I certainly don't. I know that faith is what makes or breaks someone in religion. Someone could easily follow all the rules, but if they don't have the faith that they're asked to have, then everything is for naught and they decide their better off doing things that have the outcomes they can see. That's fine. Having faith is a weird concept. Like I said before, faith is believing in something you can't see, right? That's weird. Why would I base my whole life on something I can't see? Why would anyone do that? Someone says "I saw God, therefore He is real." We didn't see what that person saw, but we're still doing whatever this invisible God says. We don't get what we want, so we say that this invisible God has a plan for us.

Sometimes we don't know what to do in a tough situation, so we put our lives on hold and wait for an invisible God to give us a sign, an answer. Having faith let's us see signs. The bible says we have to have faith before we can see signs. That makes me wonder, do we see signs simply because we're looking for them? Do we see a strange burning bush on the side of the road simply because we wanted to? Do we see the face of the invisible God in our toast because we're looking for it? Do we create it all in our heads? Let me tell you, I suck at those picture things. I have a hard time finding shapes in toast or sunburns or potato chips. Clouds I can do; textured ceilings work great... but God isn't in the clouds or ceiling pricklies.

Did you know that tall ceilings increase the human mind's creativity? I genuinely think that's why cathedrals have vaulted ceilings. You kneel down, beneath this massively tall ceiling and you pray. You look for answers. Your creative juices start flowing. You come up with a solution you hadn't previously thought of. God gets the credit for the architect's work. Or does God really put ideas into our heads?

I have faith, because I want to have faith. I want to believe in something bigger than me that has a plan beyond the suckiness that tends to be life. I want to believe that if I keep my head up, an invisible God will give me a happily ever after where I can cuddle with Nathan all night and wake up in the morning to take care of our kids. I want to believe that all these things I've had to deal with are just ways to make me stronger and a better adult. I just don't have faith in faith itself.

Sorry that post was so ridiculously long. I just had to get it all out. Here's a picture for you:

 Maybe have another one, that post was just really long and probably tedious to read.
 ya know what? Have a third!
 You're reading my blog right now, having faith that I exist. You can't see me, yet you believe I must be real. =) Soon you'll have faith in me to post entertaining pictures!

Monday, May 21, 2012

PHD in Llamatology

In case I hadn't mentioned it,  I have a slight memory problem. (I'll check later and go into detail if I haven't yet.) Among the memories that got packed away tightly lies all the memories of my younger days. Anything before my Nathan life, I have nothing. I have stories from my journal and from pictures. Sometimes I come across them. Those times always make good days.

This is what I found today while doing my homework. The background voice is Rachel. This should be embarrassing, but since I don't at all remember it, or even remember having that type of personality, it doesn't bother me at all. The joys of memory loss!

I think Nathan got a bigger kick out of it than me. This is about a year or two before I met him. =) Good stuff. I look high, and I no longer own that shirt, which makes me a bit sad to think about. but ENJOY! And if any of you know Rachel, tell her to look at this.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Morgan's Week 2

Another week of firsts. Of a different kind. =)

It started with Kenzie and I tanning in out backyard in bikinis. I'd post a picture, but Kenz said I was so white I looked silver... =/ Isn't she sweet?

That was Monday. Nothing new happened Tuesday, at least not that I can remember.

Wednesday, I wore my pink pants to work for the first time. (don't judge my picture, it's a crappy cell pic taken by Chan while he was sick eating breakfast. haha)

 And my shoes don't match my outfit. haha. oh well.

I remembered Tuesday. I took Kenz to FYE and bought an Adele CD and a Katy Perry CD for her. That's not really that new, I tend to buy stuff for her often. The new part was, I bought something and surprised Nathan for once. I never ever surprise him, mostly because if he wants something, he'll just buy it himself, and if he doesn't I forget almost instantly that he wanted something... This time, I remembered and bought him the newest Neon Trees album. I think he liked it. I think he liked being surprised more than anything.

Okay, on to Thursday. I got sick. For those of you who know me, you know that that is far from new. I get sick all the time it seems. This time, though, I slept it off. Or tried. I laid in bed, sans clothes, and just relaxed. My coworkers and boss were super nice and covered my shift for me. It was really miserable. Normally when I'm sick, though, I just stay home and help grandma. I was too sick for that.

Also, on Thursday, Nathan came over after he worked and we laid blankeys out in the floor and watched Switched at Birth. (We enjoy those super dramatic ABC shows, but we're thinking it will cancel right after some major things happens, because that's what ABC does.) I loved having him over while I was sick.

Friday, despite being sick, Brax and I went on a field trip. WOOT! It was pretty epic. I posted about it here!  That was a lot of fun, and like I said before, I would do it again in a heartbeat. This was our savior bus:

This picture is for sure worse than the other cell pics I have, but in my defense, I was jacketless, wet, and in a hurry to get kids on the bus.

Later that day, Nathan surprised me with a TARDIS journal. This is what it looks like:

That's the image from the maker of the book, not my own. Mine looks just like it though. He ordered it in March, and it finally got here Friday. I can't even tell you how excited I am! This is the first time I have owned some sort of TV show inspired object. That sounded weird. It's true though. I don't usually go for stuff like that, but I LOVE this journal. I can't wait to start filling it.

Saturday. Good ol' Saturday. It was the first time I beat Seth to work. =) In my excitement to open before he got there, I forgot to clock in on time, so I looked late anyway. But I still beat him there for once!

Also, on Saturday, I went upstairs in the new shed. I hadn't done that yet. I was packing Angie's boxes for her...because that's the kind of sister...no, granddaughter, that I am. I didn't do it for Angie. I did it because Angie's boxes were taking up Grandma's garage and Grandma could no longer park in the garage, nor could she get her garage door fixed.

This was my view:

I kept singing "I am the girl who arranges the box that come to me from down below." If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch this:

I warn you, it could get stuck in your head! haha

On Saturday, Nathan also bought me some really awesome pink sunglasses. I'll post a picture of them later, I promise!

Oh, I forgot. On Friday, I also borrowed Nathan's shorts because my pants were really uncomfortable after the field trip of epicness. =)

I look so fantastically tired, messy, and strange, but it was so comfy!

One more thing, I forgot! On Wednesday, I made a new friend, his name is Ahmed. He's from the English Conversationalist Club. That means, I get to help teach him English, and American Culture. This should be really interesting.

Today marks the first day of a new week of firsts. It'll start with my first Solar Eclipse! WOOOT!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

on friendship

I have this weird thing where all inanimate objects have feelings, personalities, and attitudes. I don't know why, but I typically feel like a person can truly connect to an object and it will respond. (This weird thing has helped me create an awesome story, but that's for another day.)

While thinking about friendship, I can only think about actual ships or boats. A captain has to know his ship inside and out. It becomes an extension of who he is. Sort of like how race car drivers connect to their cars. When you get a new toy, you need to learn all about it to really understand how fun it is. If a captain doesn't know his ship, his crew is toast (soggy toast at that). If the captain is on deck and he hears a random scrape or thud, he needs to know what could be causing that sound. All good captains do (in my mind anyway).

Friendship is similar I think. The relationship needs to be an extension of who you are. You need to know it's ins and outs. You need to know what makes it run, what stops it dead, what breaks it, what heals it. If you want your friendship to go anywhere, you need to understand it.

The difference is, friendships are a two-way deal. As much as you know how it works, the other person does, too. My friend said in her blog that it's awesome to have a friend who can go away for a year and come back as if no time was lost. That kind of friendship runs on love. No matter what happens, those two will be there for each other because they love each other. The friendship formed between the person you marry is based on love. For the most part, friendships are about love, right?

I love Nathan. More than anything. We both know the ins and outs of our relationship. We know what makes it run smoothly, and we're really good and figuring out what keeps it from not going anywhere. We know the quirks and kinks that hold us up. We are both trying to still figure it out more, and we have all the time in the world for it.

I used to have a best friend that was a girl. I thought we knew our friendship in and out. Turns out, we didn't. Or maybe I didn't. I don't know what happened, and that's the problem. If after 12 years I didn't see what happened, then I obviously didn't know our friendship that well. And that sucks. It's a lot like losing a fun little row boat that took me through a lot on a nice little calm river.

After whatever happened between her and I, I've been thinking a lot about friendships. I honestly feel like I must make a terrible friend because I can't keep friends to save my life. I think a lot of the problems are caused because I'm a girl and I relate better to boys...or I think I do. I feel more comfortable around boys than girls. But we all know what boys think about. Every time they do, though, the friendship gets ruined. I can't hold onto something that's trying to crush me. It's easier to let it go.

A year ago, I met one of the friends I have now. From what I remember, our friendship has been pretty awesome. It's been really chill. He's a good listener, he's polite, etc. I put all my patience into it, because I tend to be really impatient and I didn't want to get mad at him for dumb things. Practicing patience on him has really helped me be patient with everyone. I've learned to truly love unconditionally because of him. He is nothing like me. The only thing we have in common is chyron. We can both run it (even if he runs it a million times better than me). Chyron isn't a lot to base a friendship on, but it was enough. I don't know why I put so much effort into our friendship, but I did. Like with the patience, he helped me see that everyone is awesome somehow, everyone is living based on their own convictions. Growing up in Utah County, I will admit, that it's hard to remember that sometimes. It's getting easier now, but it wasn't easy to begin with.

I think I put so much effort into our friendship because I got quite a bit out of it...and somehow I think that maybe he did too.

Right now, though, despite all my efforts, it means nothing.

Have you ever cooked? I have (sort of...). You have a list of ingredients and specific measurements for each. What if your recipe calls for more brown sugar but you're out. You can't just add more water because you have plenty of that. It doesn't work that way.

I put in all my effort, and as much as I want to put in my effort for his, that would soon become one very lonely morgan-ship. I don't want a morgan-ship. I get enough of myself as it is. I want a friendship. I want him to be as open as I was with him. I understand that that isn't always easy. (I learned that from my Nathan.) I know that there are things that just can't come out right. I realize that sometimes, some things are better explained with actions and not words. Sometimes, people need time to fully form the words and thoughts to express what they want. That's just fine. I don't expect some grandiose, epic monologue. A simple "We can talk about this later" works just fine for me. What doesn't work is topic changing, and dancing around the answer. Or flat out lying. That isn't okay.

I can't add more morgan to a friendship. I don't think that would end well. There was an awful scrape and screech sound coming from the ship, and the only thing I can think of to fix it is to wait and talk about it. I don't have all the answers, I only have the questions right now.

Nathan says it isn't my fault. He says that sometimes people just don't click together. Sometimes I wonder if I really click with anyone. I click so well with Nathan that it's not even a click. It just is. I don't know whether I need to fix whatever little click I can with this other friend, or if I need to just sit it out.

Remember how I said I'm impatient? I really am. I am the single most impatient person alive. At least that's how it is when it comes to adults. Kids can do whatever and I'll wait. Adults don't get that same treatment. I think that by the time you've reached 21, you ought to know how to interact with people (in most cases, not talking about exceptions here).

Now I wait, I guess. I practice that patience that doesn't work for me. =/

For now, I'm going to do some homework and get ahead...maybe look at pictures like this:

 As sad as it is, it's kind of funny, too...

Normally I post only funny, but sometimes I'm a softy and I want to post something cute. This kitty and bird are very cute.

And back to the silly. =) All I could think of when I read this was someone holding someone else's boobs for support. Yea...I don't know either. haha.

And this next one has nothing to do with friendship, but I've seen it a couple of times and it makes me laugh each time. Enjoy!

Also, I want a dog. I want a dog pretty badly, and someday Grandma will let me get one, or I'll move out and I'll get one. =) someday...

Friday, May 18, 2012

Field Trip in the Rain

A week or so ago, Braxt asked me if I could take work off and go on his first grade field trip with him. The field trip was walking up Provo Canyon and playing games at the park.I gave my hours away at work. I did my homework. I got snacks, water bottles, and hats ready. We were so set.

Yesterday rolled around, and I got sick. I left my Avid class early. I facebooked into work sick (it's the new thing, no one "calls into work" anymore...), I stayed home and watched TV until my legs practically fell off. I was really miserable. Part of me wanted to just sleep until Sunday, but the whole reason I relaxed all day was so I could get better for today.

This morning, I woke feeling somewhat sick, but I was not about to let Brax down. I checked the weather, 70 degrees for the high. Peeked out my window. Went upstairs for food. Brax came out of his room and with every step he took, he threw up. Leaving a trail of vomit down the hallway, he collapsed down on the bathroom floor and cried.

Braxton tends to get really excited about things. For the past few days he has been chattering on about the field trip and our group, and the lunches, and the games. He was beyond excited. That's what I figured caused his sudden onset of sickness. But Chan has been home sick for a few days, I was sick, Derek has been sick, Grandma just got over being sick (not like any of this is news, we all get sick easily). I decided we would chance it, and if he didn't feel better, I'd just have someone come pick him up or I would carry him. (Thankfully he is still smaller than me, for now.)

Brax and I got to school, we got our school lunches, talked to the lunch ladies who remembered me... which amazed me because I barely remember going to school there. We got into our groups and we set out. My group consisted of Braxton, Slade, and Mercer. (For some reason, naming your children "John", "David", or "Ben" is now ridiculous and no one does it...) We had a pretty good little group. Three boys, who were nothing alike, at all.

We had Braxton who gets along with everyone, and loves to learn. We had Mercer who loves to go to concerts, wear skinny jeans and pretend to smoke with his lollipop stick (yes, he called them lollipops). We had Slade who is your classic little nerd, he told me about his parent's honda, and how he wished he had brought his favorite stuffed animal with us. All little first graders are essentially the same. If you just listen to whatever they have to say, they'll always do what you ask. It works on Kenz, on Chan, on Brax and especially on Derek. Just let them talk it out and they'll stay out of trouble. That's the approach I took.

For the mile or so it is from their school to the canyon, I listened to all three of them talk at the same time about bombs, and power ups, and race cars, and dump trucks, and teddy bears, and legos. It was a long mile... =)

We got to the canyon and it started getting windy. I mean, it's always windy in the canyon, but I think if I had been wearing a flowy shirt, I would have taken flight. It was bad. Brax and Slade had jackets, and I had mine in my arms. Mercer didn't have one. We were walking into a storm (because that's the best place to walk...), so I didn't want to put my jacket on and leave Mercer cold. The boys didn't wear their jackets in the canyon.

We were five minutes from the park, and the wind picked up fiercely. Sticks the size of small trees were blowing at us, dirt was everywhere, and the river spray was soaking us through the trees. The boys enjoyed this. They pretended they were warriors and masters of elements and they caught sticks tumbling across the road and made lots of sound effect noises. I just tried not to let them blow away or get dirt in any of our eyes.

We made it to the park and the clouds opened up and just dumped is all out on us. I gave Mercer my white jacket, zipped Brax's up, and helped Slade turn his the right direction. Then we ran to a pavilion to keep warm.

It was REALLY cold. We had about 75 children and about 20-25 adults. Something like that. Most kids had brought jackets, but some were in shorts, t-shirts and sandals. I had already given my jacket to Mercer. Every adult brought a jacket. We know when to bring jackets. Kids don't. Some of the moms called their husbands for jackets for themselves. One lady called her husband for towels, blankets and jackets. She kept giving me jackets, so I kept giving them to cold kids. Right before lunch, Grandma and Ashley brought me three more jackets. I was so excited. I put one on (I only had a cami and a light shirt over it). I took the other two and gave them to kids who passed them around to get warm. Some of the little girls started crying because they were hungry and cold. So the lady with blankets huddle them together and I pulled out my grapes and gave them to her and a few other kids who were cold and hungry.

I eventually ended up without any jackets, but the kids were warm during the downpour.

Lunch time came and we passed the lunches out to the kids. Someone forgot some lunches. Slade was without a lunch. So I gave him mine. He gave me back the graham crackers...thoughtful...

 He was fed. That was good.

I was cold and hungry, but I got some hot chocolate. It was soooo warm. Some mother brought up a bunch of it. I was about to drink mine when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy spill his. He slipped and lost his cup. So I gave him mine. He would have had to wait in the back of the line for another one. He was excited to not have to wait for a new cup.

I standing in the cold, shivering my butt off, when one of the mothers, wearing two jackets came up. She said "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing and I have two jackets. I'm thinking about asking my husband to bring me a third." In that moment, I wanted to smack her and say "Hello! Earth to mother! There are three little kids huddle together under a towel who would kill for a jacket!" But I didn't.

We decided to have a bus come and get us rather than try to walk back down. The bus came and we were all excited. (except I got car sick on the bus...I don't like school buses.)

We got back to the class, and I gathered all my jackets back up. I now have to bleach them and scrub the mud out of the sleeves. haha.

In the class, Braxton took off his socks and shoes to let his feet warm up. His shoes had holes in them and his socks got all wet (He didn't bother to mention it during the downpour...of course). I sat down, and swapped him socks. Well really I just gave him mine, there was no way in heck I was going to wear a boys dirty wet socks. Ew.

I walked around without socks in my shoes, which isn't a big deal to most people, but that was the most gross thing ever. My feet don't go into shoes sans socks. But this was important, I didn't want Brax to get sick.

As I was gathering everything, the other mothers were so astounded that I was willing to give up my jackets and go cold for some kids I didn't know, or trade my socks to my nephew. I was more amazed that they didn't feel at all bad for wearing two jackets while kids went cold, or share their lunches when the kids got hungry. I knew I was headed home to a warm bed and dry clothes. I was fine. I've survived the death hike (another story for another time).

Anyway, It was an awesome day, and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat...except with rainboots, an umbrella, and gloves to share. It was really cold.

When I got home, soaked, my hair in messy curls everywhere, my make up smeared, Derek says "Mugie, you're all wet! Didn't you bring an u-bell-a? Next time bring one." (Derek can't say umbrella to save his life. Ask him sometime. It's funny,)

That's my day so far. Now I'm gonna cuddle in bed, pretend to not exist and watch Switched at Birth.

Enjoy this picture:(or not)

I think this is what Grandma pictured me wearing (or not wearing) when I told her I gave all my jackets away. I promise, I was not this naked. I had a shirt, skinny jeans and my converse. I was fully clothed, cold, but warmer than them I bet!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Sitting in Avid

(I just noticed my screen is really dirty... it's going to drive me crazy)

I'm sitting in Avid. I'm listening to Bob show us shortcuts and tips. It's cool, but I'm too unfocused to focus (that seems redundant).

I decided to check National Geographic. I love NatGeo. I always have. It's one of the most exciting websites/magazines to me. My favorite pieces are the ones about space and the ones about digging up old stuff.

I feel super comfortable in my major as it is. It feels like home. It's fun. It's exciting. It's different everyday.

And then I go to NatGeo and I see this:

And suddenly my stomach drops. I feel homesick. I want to stare at this picture all day. I want to look through the telescope and watch the stars flicker. I want to see the different galaxies for myself. I want to stay up all night wearing watches for Mars time.

I don't remember a lot, but I remember wanting so badly to be an astronaut just to see the stars unpolluted by the atmosphere.

Sometimes I feel so far from the stars that it makes me really sad. I love making movies, but I wanted to be a scientist. I wanted to explore what is.

And somehow, I will mix filmmaking with sciencing. That's what I really want to do. I don't want to just read about the explorations and explorers. I want to explore as an explorer. Maybe that's what I'll do.

Off to do more Avid

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Morgan's Week

There's a first time for everything, right? Well this week was full of firsts!

It started Monday when I decided to bake key lime pie:

 Doesn't it look amazing? It tasted amazing! I'm really proud of myself for making this pie.
Grandma thought it was super delicious too! =) She said I could make it more often (which is awesome because people don't usually let me cook...)

Then I decided I wanted to paint, so paint I did! I went to wal-mart and bought some cheap paints, canvas and brushes. I didn't want to go all out and spend a ton in case I didn't like painting.

 Proof that I painted. Haha. It was a lot of fun, and I would so do it again.
I'm really proud of my painting. this was the first time I ever painted with real paints, and it was a bit harder than I thought it would be, but I really enjoyed it.

The next thing I did was sew. I've sewn before, but never without a pattern, which is what I did. I found a skirt I like on pinterest, and I sewed it based on some blogged instructions that made no sense and had no pictures. After several hours of yelling at the fabric, picking out stitches and laughing at myself, I made one massive mistake on the last stitch. It was aweosme! It turned out alright though, as long as you don't look too closely at it.

I may actually wear it tomorrow to school.

I hit some balls on the driving range with David. That's not new though. I did that in high school. Not real well, but I still did it. I did a lot better this last time. I didn't get any pictures though, sorry.

Nathan and I went to a record store. Ironic how finding old things was new to me. =) We got a great deal on some 45s, and we spent time with Wiz. It was awesome. I got a bit sick, but I still really enjoyed it.

Those aren't the 45s, obviously, but just some fun records we got.

My week of firsts ended with going to the lake to feed ducks. That wasn't a first for me, but it was a first for the kids. First time feeding ducks in the summer by the lake. Derek had the most fun, as he chased down a goose, threw rocks into the river and kicked ashes everywhere. I'll post more pictures later.

Next, I plan on cross stitching, hiking the Y, and maybe making noodles from scratch. Don't count on it though. =)

See yas later!


...smoking is not attractive.
...peppers are icky.
...Nathan is the best boyfriend ever.
...dove chocolate is the best.

We all have opinions. We see something and we formv an opinion. Its natural. You are very entitled to have an opinion, and I will always respect that. I won't tell you you're wrong. In return, I just want you to do the same. If my opinion upsets you, tell me, but don't be angry about it. We can talk it through and work it out.

thank you.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Upcoming Final

Raise your hand if you dislike homework. (My hand is up.)
Raise your hand if you have A LOT of homework. (My hand is up.)
Raise your hand if you want to get a good grade. (My hand is up, still...)
Raise your hand if you paid thousands of dollars to go to school so you could LEARN something. (Both my hands are up. I'm typing this telepathically.)

Everyone knows college isn't for everyone. People can be successful without sitting in a classroom. I, personally, would not learn all that I wanted to without the structure. That's just me. Knowing I need this structure, I signed up for college. I signed up to pay all my money to learn. That's what I intend to do.

I'm taking summer classes right now. I'm taking a one thousand level class for two reasons: I need the credits, and I want to learn Avid. We have an assignment and a quiz every night. NBD. It's a short semester, no big deal. Plus, it's not difficult work. It's following step by step instructions out of a book with provided clips. The quizzes come from the book, and the answers are all in the back of the book.

I found the answers after I went in search of a better explanation for something the book screwed up a little bit. Finding the answers was fantastic because the picture was screwed up and I couldn't just guess the answer. =/ When I found the answers I thought "I kind of wish I didn't find these. Now I might be tempted to just skip reading the questions and just write down the answers." Then I thought about it some more, and from all my schooling experiences, I know that if I don't read the questions ten times, I will not pass the final with an A. Since this final is one I REALLY want to pass, I want to do all I can to remember all of this information.

I came to class today. I sat in my corner, like always. The boys came in, and started discussing the oh-so hard homework. (Remember, this is following step by step instructions.) Then one of the boys said "Did you guys realize that the quizzes come from the book and the answers are all in the back of the book? Now I don't need to read the questions. This will be so easy!"

It took all my energy to not facepalm. I didn't say anything. I just sat back and watched as every boy in my class got excited, flipped to the back of the book and read the answers. "Yes! This is going to save me like an hour a night!"

I wonder if they think they'll pass the final/certification test without reading the questions that are meant to help you remember what you need to know...

I don't understand why they're even in this class if they don't want to actually learn. Yes, they're first year students, but seriously?! All of these guys are older than me...shouldn't they know by now that you actually have to do the homework to learn? Whatever, not my issue.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

A moment with Morgan in the kitchen

It's not often that I do things in the kitchen. I'm not the best cook. I don't have the patience for it. Nathan usually does the cooking/baking. He enjoys it.

Sunday I wanted a key lime pie, but it was Sunday, so I couldn't just go buy one. I wanted to make one. Turns out we didn't have any stuff to make one. I had to wait until Monday. After school, I decided to dive into it and make a key lime pie.

On. My. Own.

Here's how it turned out:

That's fresh out of the oven. It's an icky picture, but it was actually not that icky looking.

This was the finished slice. Exactly how I pictured it:

Again the picture is icky, but the slice was really pretty.

Grandma was my guinea pig. She got to taste the first slice:

She enjoyed it. =) I'm glad she did. All of the kids except Chandler liked my pie. Chandler helped make it, but he didn't like the taste. I enjoyed my pie. It was fantastic actually. I think I'm addicted.

Mostly I'm excited that now there's something that I can do on my own in the kitchen. The most exciting thing I usually make is an egg sandwich. Not that cool. The key lime pie, however, is super exciting. And delicious!

off to pay attention in class!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Found This

I know I already posted, but I was cleaning up my blog when I found this post. It's from my blog two years ago. I don't actually remember this, but I don't remember a lot of things. I just wanted to share it, and then I'll share my answers now. Most of them are the same, I just say them a lot less stupidly.

1. Your name spelled backwards? Nagrom Iravla

2. Last incoming call on your phone? Makenzie

3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Cisco NAC agent, to log into the school wifi system
4. What's your favorite restaurant? Wingers or Wingnuts, for different reasons each

5. Last time you swam in a pool? A long time ago, which makes me want to dive into the icky pool just to play with my niece.

7. How many kids do you want? 5

8. Name of music you dislike most? Country
9. if you could have any name you want what would it be? Morgan Mikel Bryant
10. Do you have cable? Grandma does, but she lets me watch it.
      11. Ever have a crush on someone of the opposite gender that is at least 10
years older then you? Yes

      12. Ever made a prank phone call? yes

      13. Closest friend? Nathan

      14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? yes
      15. Furthest place you ever traveled? Boston, MA
      16. Do you have a garden? Sort of. I share with grandma. 

      17. What's your favorite comic strip? it's a tie between "Pearls before swine" and "zits"

      18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? The first verse. I hear there's quite a few verses. 

      19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower, morning. Bath, night. 
      20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? Well I rewatched Sherlock Holmes 2, but as far as new movies go, Avengers.
      21. Favorite pizza toppings? olives, canadian bacon, pineapple

      22. Chips or popcorn? chips

      24. What did your last text message in your inbox say? "Hmm, yeah no its not working it still says the same thing. did u make it so i can call right now?" from Kenzie

      26. Orange Juice or apple? either

      27. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with? Nathan

      28. What did the last text message that you sent say? "Okay, just call your number, not your voicemail number." to kenzie

      30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Summer

      31. Have you ever won a trophy? um... I don't remember
      32. Are you a good cook? Not especially

      33. Do you know how to pump gas? yes
      35. Sprite or 7-Up? yes

      36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school? no
      37. Last thing you ate? A milkyway
      38. Ever thrown up in public place? yes

      39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love? true love 

      40. Do you believe in love at first sight? nope
      42. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? Grandma, unless you count taking Makenzie to her foot surgery a few months ago.

      44. Who was the last person you called?  Makenzie

      46. What was the name of your first pet? Teddy
      47. Who was the second to last person you called? Nathan
      48. Is there anything going on this weekend?Cinco de Mayo

      49. What are you doing tonight? Hopefully a fire, if not possibly Jack's house.
      51. What do you think about most? Nathan and my family. 

Yea that was long. Sheesh. And reading my answers as I changed them probably helped me more than you. I don't remember as far back as 2010, so reading my own answers made me realize I didn't change much. Not sure if that's a good thing or not... Adios!

Saturday Post Office

It's Saturday. At the Post Office. Needless to say, NO ONE IS HERE. It's really dead.

I brought my avid textbook with me, in hopes of getting a head start for my summer class. Wrong. So far I've read one chapter, gotten bored and set it down. It's not that it's a boring book, it's that it's an instruction manual, and Professor Bob said not to start following the steps until class time. So... I'm reading directions to something I can't do yet. It gets boring.

So instead of reading, I checked facebook. That lasted five seconds. I realized that there are five interesting posts on my newsfeed. After reading those five posts, I got bored. =/

So I went to pinterest. It was cool for a while. But like facebook, there are very few interesting things. I'm following people who all have the same taste, so it's the same few pins repeated many many times. I went through the humor section of pinterest. It's not that humorous. At all. The pins are either the same dirty joke retold in different pictures fifty times, or a meme repeated fifty times with the same pictures, just formatted different. Not funny.

As I got to the bottom of the page on pinterest, I started to think about the song Satellite, by Rise Against.

Off topic tangent: When I met Nathan, I liked country music. If you know me now, you know that that is not the case, at all. I can barely stand pop music. Funny how things change. 

Anyway, the lyrics to Satellite start like this:

You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame. 
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays.
You won't know your worth, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it. 

The second line always gets me thinking. I always wonder which lines I have had to cross to remember where it lays. I know for sure there are some lines I don't really want to ever cross. 

random: there is a photo student wandering the halls right now taking photos of the weirdest things. You can always spot a beginning photo student: they just point and shoot. 

But that means if I never want to cross certain lines, I need to know where those lines lay. That requires a lot of thought. I can't just be like "Oh, well this is the line. End of story." because there are always exceptions to the rules. Always. Not all people who do drugs are insane nuts who don't know what it means to shower. Some are just kids who got lost somewhere and went looking for acceptance. Some are people looking for solace from the past. There will be times when the line needs to be crossed.

My line is different from your line. My line could be ten feet further than yours, or an inch closer, or right on top of yours. We all have our reasons for where we place our lines. I think there is more than one way of crossing the line. I think being comfortable with where others place their lines is a way of crossing a line. I don't drink, and I don't ever plan on it, but other people do drink, and that's fine. They placed their line in a different spot than I placed mine. It doesn't make either of us wrong or right.

Remember in math when you graphed equations and the graph either had a dotted/dashed line or a solid line? 

I think life's lines are like that. Sometimes there are really hard lines that you don't cross, no matter what. For example, I will never ever pet a wild lion. Ever. Hard line. No. Sometimes we have lines that aren't so hard, ones that get crossed now and again. I'm lactose intolerant, so a I have a line on lactose products. It's an incredibly soft line. (I'm typing this while eating a milkyway...) Sometimes, crossing that line is okay. Sometimes it isn't. I'm getting a lot better at being able to tell when it's cool and when it isn't.

(By the time I think all this through, I've missed the entire song.)

The post office is still dead. I have an hour and a half left. I am so ready to just go out.

After work, in honor of cinco de mayo, Nathan and I are going to Joe Bandido's. (Their Yelp Page) (I wouldn't trust Utah Yelpers... It turns out everyone here who yelps is ridiculous and demands perfection for gratis.) I'm really excited, mostly because this is a fiestaurant. Totally different than a normal restaurant.

A few months ago, or maybe longer, Nathan and I went to this restaurant with Bryan's family. Normally I don't do mexican, but I have fallen in love with this stuff. I've been one other time, with my mom, this week. Haha. I'm just excited to go back. =) and with my amazing boyfriend.

Afterward, we'll relax a bit, then we're planning to go up the canyon and have a little fire, assuming it doesn't rain. If it does rain, it needs to rain now, so I can go to the canyon.

Anyway, this blog has dragged on and on and on, about nothing. Which is how work feels right now. It just keeps going on and on and on, with nothing to do.

Well, I'm off to play rollercoaster tycoon, just 'cause I can! =)

Here is the minions doing the Banana song. I thought this was really awesome when I saw it a few weeks ago in theaters before the stooges movie. I still think it's awesome. so Enjoy!: