Thanksgiving

I am lacking inspiration in things to write about lately. I thought I'd follow the trend it seems like everyone is taking and write about Thanksgiving. The day before and Thanksgiving day I was able to spend several hours at Aunt Cris's (she's Sarah's aunt) house. It was so much fun. Sarah, Caroline, and I played around a little, but were also able to spend time with the rest of her family. I really enjoyed it. There were games and piano playing and fun conversation and food and movie watching. There is no way for me to show or express how greatful I am that I had that family to be with during Thanksgiving.

As most of you know, my dad is a hunter. when he was out the morning before Thanksgiving he shot a turkey just for fun. At home they were planning on just eating lasagne and pie, but then Destiny drew a picture of herself with tears and counted them out. When they asked why she had drawn the sad picture she said it was because they were not getting to eat turkey for Thanksgiving. Needless to say, that turkey dad shot was cooked up before you could say gobble gobble. I miss Destiny and Gabriel. They are so cute.

Happy news for me, the situation with my sister's boyfriend has blown over. They broke up again (it probably won't last) so he didn't get to draw names with us and I'm very glad that the tradition can be kept within the family. I'm sad to not have a real tree in my apartment for Christmas. I want that smell very bad. Enough rambling about the holidays. For now, I just want snow!

I Used to Think I Was an Artist

For a few weeks I've been wanting to paint again.

When I was little I used to think I was an artist. Not even when I was little. Up until I was probably 15. I thought I was pretty good, and no one told me otherwise. I knew I couldn't draw people, but that didn't matter. People are boring. I took private professional art lessons for awhile. I really thought that art (watercolor painting specifically) was something I would do for the rest of my life. I loved it. Then I got to high school and there were so many people in art classes and I couldn't fit them into my schedule. When I saw what everyone was capable of, I stopped considering myself an artist. Occasionally I'd try something, but never very seriously. I didn't want to call myself an artist and then have people laugh at me.

Last night I took some time and picked out a picture. I cleared my desk and taped down my paper. I got out my palette and paints. I set out my paintbrushes and pulled out a pencil. I started some music and got to work. I sketched out the picture then started painting. It was so comforting! Like putting on your favorite pair of pajamas, or cuddling up in your bed after a trip away. I sat and painted and painted and painted. I fnished the picture and it's not perfect, but I enjoyed it. It was the process I enjoyed the most. Now I'm trying to figure out what I want to paint next. I think I'm becoming reacquainted with an old friend. Painting Ginger may be someone who is here to stay. I sure hope so.



This is the picture I painted from. If you want to see the painting you'll have to come visit me.

Because...

This is simply because the previous post would not have been complete without this

Sports Junkie

I am becoming a sports junkie. It's really kind of a problem. Now that I think about it, this may have started during the summer when I was watching the olympics. I watched almost every Michael Phelps race, of course. That wasn't all, though. I watched track and field events, gymnastics, diving, women's swimming, and volleyball. I was hooked! That kind of let off at the end of the summer, but I'm not sure the idea faded completely.



Starting this football season, I've gotten really into it. I've watched most of the away games and paid very close attention to the home games. I am working on learning more specific rules and how and why they work the way they do. I have learned the names and numbers on the football team and what positions they play. I even have come to recognize a few specific plays.

Then I started watching women's soccer. I'll go ahead and admit that I came in late in the season and not purely for the love of the sport (but that's a whole different story). Now, though, I'm once again learning what some of the plays now and felt truly sad when we lost to number 10 USC in the second round of the NCAA tournament.


Basketball season just opened here at BYU and I'm already loving it. It's a fun game to get into. I'm getting down some of the names already. There's Lee Cummard (definitely our all-star for the home opener and number 30), Jonathan Tavernari (number 45, pretty much a stud, and who I have secretly nicknamed J-tav), Jimmer Fredette (somehow I've forgotten his number), Chris Miles (number 54, he's in my mythology class), and others who I can't think of at this exact moment. I have this year's poster on the wall by my bed. I love it.

I'm not saying I already know everything, but I'm learning and this is definitely a love I don't see going away anytime soon. Not to mention the fact that I've been having this strange desire to play touch football. I know, I'm freaking myself out too.

Silly Christmas Wishes

Ok, I know this is kind of silly, but it's something I've wanted to do for awhile. It's very detailed and the details are specific and important to me. I want to go on a sleigh ride. Not sledding, a real sleigh (like Santa Claus except drawn by horses). I would like there to be an attractive boy and cute winter clothes - a hat, a scarf, gloves, a cute sweater, and a nice coat. There also should be a nice wool blanket. One of those really heavy ones just to lay across your lap. I want there to be snow on the ground and a light snow falling and a thermos full of hot chocolate. I just want to ride in the sleigh and hold hands and cuddle and converse. That is all.
Now, isn't that silly?

I'm Back!

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog. I left the blogging world for awhile (as some of you may have noticed), but I decided to come back. It feels good. In case you didn't notice, I'm already very excited for Christmas. I usually am excited for Christmas, but this year it's out of control. When you're little the excitement is for presents and Santa Claus, but now I'm excited to decorate and buy gifts for people and be in the malls and stores with the decorations, the music, and the thousands and thousands of frenzied shoppers. For some reason, even when I have no need to shop, I find it very cathartic to be among Christmas shopper's in that sort of setting. I'm weird. You'll learn that (if you don't already know). I'm in Provo, Utah right now. This time last year we had plenty of snow, but it's been strangely warm (in the 50s!). In one way, I like it. In another way, I'm ready for sweaters and scarves and wonderful things like that. I love winter clothes.
Next time, I will tell you about my silly winter desire.