My Turquoise Chair

This was my chair....my turquoise chair. I saw it, I loved it, it was mine. I went to get my chair today. It was gone. And I am sad.

To my chair.....

Introduction to Painting

Project one: Still Life (From Life)

A-

Project Two: Still Life (Photograph)

Project requirements- still life using fruits and vegetables that represnt a marriage.

not graded yet

Grace and Providence

Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more;

Thy Providence supplies my food,
And tis' thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by thy word,
Let soul and body praise the LORD.

My streams of outward comfort came
From him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.

Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice sheilds my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.

Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.

- William Cowper

To Someone in Franklin, TN:

We miss you!

Haste Makes.... Waves?


I put a pot of water on the stove to boil for pasta,
then reached for my crock of sea salt.

It was empty.

I found a new package of sea salt in the cabinet, left the crock open to refill,
and turned to grab a knife and open the package.

I quickly sliced open the package, turned back to the stove, and in my usual
trying-to-do-too-many-things-at-once-suppertime-haste,

I poured the entire package of salt into the pot of boiling water!

As I turned to pour the salty water into the sink, Brett and Morgan walked in.
Apprising the situation and trying to offer support, Brett said,

"Now you've got sea-water!"

To which Morgan quipped,

"Go ahead and make some waves!"

Scan Happy

fishy.

What Maggie and I did over break today.

happy friday!

Adventures in Art School

"The Dancing Monkey"

episode one

Monday in my Digital Media class my professor was apologizing for the boring subject matter that was on the agenda for the day. He continued onto wish that he could just have a "dancing monkey" come in everyday and entertain us but sooner or later we were going to have to actually cover some material. At this point in his ramble the girl behind me (*mj- sky) jokingly offered to bring her "dancing monkey" to the following class.

The professor's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "I have one"!

He ran from the room to return a few moments later with....

bummer.

My latest addiction: Owl City

I almost saw them tomorrow night.

bummer.

Senior year is finally here...

While we were away at singing schools, parties, and lake weekends, the summer just sort of slipped past. It was a beautiful summer, full and happy. It's saying goodbye now. A light breeze has a appeared, the smell of fall is here, and the spirit of football, no doubt is wide-spread throughout the south.

hey fall.

The fact that I am a senior is scary, scary to me. This is my last year of high school, my last year of school at home. At the same time, I can't help be excited about all that is coming. Please pray for me that I will know where God is leading me.

love to you all!

(image courtesy of google)

WORD of the DAY: billet-doux (be' ya doo'), (bil' a doo')

a sweet note, a love letter

Etymology: French. billet-note, doux-sweet


MY definition? Something all women love!

"Where I Stay"...

MY ROOM

MY BATHROOM

MORGAN'S ROOM

MORGAN'S BATHROOM

KITCHEN

LIVING ROOM

JAMIE

Sad Sunday

Yesterday was Sad Sunday.

The first Sunday of the school year the girls go back to school.

I miss.

back to blogging, then.

yay for school!

A day with us....

OK so last night at dinner my father...a rather protective dad of three girls plus the extras he sometimes claims.....gives a lesson to his family about the economy.

(just for the record he says he can't claim this)


Dad: So, anyone know why the car industry is declining so quickly?

Table of girls: crickets*

Dad: OK, Who knows the two MAIN purposes for cars?

Table of girls: crickets*

Dad: OK- reason 1) Back when women weren't in the work force (accusing look at mom- for no particular reason) boys would drive around in nice cars to pick up girls.

reason 2) And then they would take those nice cars and go parking..with those girls

But when women started working ...boys no longer needed to go parking they could just go home.
So lesson to save the economy grab a guy and go parking.....right.

Cause my Dad would only kill the boy if he found him...




Today after lunch Johnny and I were instructed to clean the kitchen. Johnny immediately starts acted crazy as only she can do...picture the reptile thing she does on facebook slash joker in between....yeah
So, as mom leaves the kitchen I am pleading for her help. From half way up the stairs comes her reply..

"Mary-John, stop being so.....very long pause.....

...freaky.

AH the perfect word.

Don't you love them...I do.

Church Key

Why are these bottle openers called Church Keys?







Also, the tornado siren is going off again. I'm not even lying.

♫ Stuck in my head: "Wizards of Winter" by TSO.

Pants on fire... (and lots of rambling)

yeah, yeah. so I lied about the whole blogging everyday. I failed you. forgive a sista. "LIAAAH!!!!" (like in "Princess Bride"... remember?)

I REALLY want to know if anyone uses "webdings". so.. PLEASE tell me.

I feel like a punk tonight.

I got paint on the carpet from painting a tree house for my best friend...

a tree house box. It really was kind of lame, so don't be impressed.

I really want to play scrabble.

Don't you love it when it rains? Just not when it looks like it's going to rain, without the rain.

Perrier + Lime = :)

Sorry you read my blog posts...really truly.

I think the swine flu commotion is dumb.

People like Elder Obey really make me feel convicted about my pathetic walk with the Lord and service to Him.

God gave us family. Aren't you glad? Last night at my friend's birthday party, I noticed his older sister who got married a year ago, cutting the cake. She looked so natural. So content. And then I scanned the room for her husband. He was watching her too. It made my heart smile. I thought about how many more cakes she would make and cut for their children on each of their birthdays one day. And the precious family they will have, all serving the Lord. He gave us all a place in life. A job. Why do we worry about what degree we're going to get? What school to go to? We already know our job here. I'm so excited about motherhood. I'm glad I have several years to get there, and I am happy waiting, but am so thankful that oneday, I may get the chance to have some little punks of my own, teach them about Christ, and make them many, many birthday cakes.

The tornado siren is going off. We're all gonna die.

Have a peaceful night.

♫ Stuck in my head: "You" by Switchfoot

Tree.Rock.Cloud

"But a sudden piece of glass on a sidewalk. Or a nickel tune in a music box. A shadow on a wall at might. And I would remember."

"I'm talking about love, with me it is a science."

This is a preview for my final Photography project. Eventually it will be made into an iphoto book in response to the story "A. Tree. A Rock. A Cloud." by Carson McCullers

I have uncovered the secret to the universe.....

A True Hero

IRENA SENDLER The prize doesn't always go to the most deserving!!! Read on and you'll see why: Irena Sendler A 98 year-old lady named Irena recently died. During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive' ... being German, she KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews. Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, for larger kids. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms, and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunite the families. Most of course had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted. Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize ... She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming. LET'S SEND THIS ONE AROUND THE WORLD!!!!!!!! GOD BLESS HER ~ May she rest in Peace
This is a true female HERO story per http://www.snopes.com/politics/war/sendler.asp

and finally, Tomorrow.

yay! Tomorrow is finally here, and we are enjoying it with Nathan and Mercy. :D :D




(ok...so yeah, i was too lazy to come up with anything else to blog...)

Remembering Trash Girl

I made a visit to our M&M blog for the first time in forever, just to check things out, and I found...Trash Girl. :>

I realized it's been two years to the day since trash girl made her appearance helping others.

March 26, 2007

Thanks for your service trash girl!

Ever After-- Since her start helping others with their garbage duties, Trash Girl has gone on to become an icon of trash, nation-wide. Most cities have devoted a holiday to trash, weekly, in honor of Trash Girl, and to show her their deep appreciation.

Thank you, Trash Girl.