So today in my humanities class (Heroic Journey) Brother Merrill asked us to find art that speaks to the soul. Not referring to sentimentality (main purpose it so appeal to emotions) or didacticism (it tells you what it means), but art that you can just... bring forth something in you, a question, a feeling, something more than just the physicality of it. We were given time after class to look for art work that was like that or just talk about it. My group was acting like a bunch of philistines. They were just ragging on what is the point of humanities and what does it mean any ways. I tried to explain it to them, but they just looked at him like I was a different species. I tried to tell them the point of humanities it to find expressions of being human that connect us. Like with impressionism where they tried to transcend culture by just using shapes or color or motion in a piece of art. And they just asked me how do you know this stuff? And I told them because it fascinates me. I wanted desperately to have them understand why I appreciate art and humanities. I was talking these thoughts with me to my math class and I found that I was doing what they did, but with math. So I decided to make a new goal: appreciate my Math class for what it teaches me and how it helps me understand my world. Now how did this make me realize something about myself? When I get frustrated with someone I try to see why and once I have the why I try to see if it is in my life. And if it is I try to change it because I don't want to be a hypocrite. This also connects to my Family Foundations class, we are learning about love languages, but you can also take a test for apology languages. My apology language was Genuinely Repenting, which means I want them to change so they have learned from the experiences and will avoid doing it again. It’s the same thing I do to myself, so it is what I expect of others.Now look at this picture Jennie showed me, how can you say we don't have any use for humanities or art or math for that matter?
I am not consistent I am not composed, these are just my thoughts exploding into the cyber world.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Conversation Hearts, have we forgotten the heart of it?
Title: Love Note
Organized by: Melissa Eliason
Lost love, you too when? Time out, please do stay here only for me. How nice for you, one love I'm sure. Ask me what next, be true. Yes dear save me my pet. High five true one! You are sweet very fine cup cake. Too cool It's love just for you. Let's kiss hot lips!
Now in a time of over commercializing on romances isn't it nice to know that conversation hearts can say whats already in you heart?
Thursday, January 27, 2011
patience
The Lord like to give us opportunity to develop virtues. That is why I believe that I still am acquainted with Matthew Peterson. Because I still don't know how to use patience with him. For instances he came over tonight and sat down on our couch while Nichole was vacuuming. He picked up a string threw it on the floor and said "Pick it up woman". I....didn't handle it well. I picked up one of our kitchen chairs and told him to pick it up...but really that was better than me just directly slapping him, right? I figured I was less likely to actually throw the chair so that is developing patience, right? Not like when I hit him with my shoe at church...yeah not one of my best moments either...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
My Superpower
If I could choose any superpower to have for the rest of my life it would be to make things that I am looking for call out to me so that I could find them. I would be the human car beeper thingy and I would be able to find my camera and look awsomly weird!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Nothing so delicious
Tonight I am making cookies (death free of course) and watching Miss Potter the most delightful film. I wish I could just bottle up the feeling I have while I watch it to take a swig of every once in a while. It is a cascade of frustration, surprise, joy, despair and satisfaction. I go on this wild roller coaster of emotion that just lunches me into leaping fits of giggle that make me skip around the kitchen on my tiptoes it makes me feel so light. I am sure that when I watch my life in heaven that this will be part that I will rewind to watch over and over again. Because I will get the same feeling watching it as I do at this very moment. I hope this doesn't say how I will act as a twitter paitated women. It is taking me four time as long as usual to make cookies because I have to stop ever so often to frolic about as the excitement bubbles up from my toes through my wiggling hips bouncing out of my heart to make my arms flail with the repercussion. But then I am nailed to the floor wondering how a cute romance could have turned so devastating and I just feel like calling out to all of those drawings and telling them “no come back! She needs you don't leave” and it brings tears to my eyes. I just wish I could hug her and say you'll be alright, don’t worry. I feel scared as she heads out from everything she has known for 32 years to make her own way, but as she looks at her new home I can see that she will be alright. She’s gardening and I am only just pulling out the first of two batches of cookies out of the oven. Now I wish there were milk in this house. I think that would help with my dropped on the beach texture. Well apple juice will suffice. And with that cookies are baked and a movie ended. What could be more delicious? (You are not allowed to say normal cookies)
Friday, November 5, 2010
short cake
Whitney went to a web site that converts recipes and I made a third of the recipe so I only had to use part of one bag. I was going to immediately take a picture after making it, but then I took a bit and yea, not this is the picture I have for you to see.(I would have taken more, but I finished it while waiting for it to up load. It was yummy! ^_^)
Bisquick for ME!!!! ^_^
I got my first box of Gluten free Bisquick, here is the box. Now for these pictures I have doodled on them because it wouldn't be as funny if I just wrote about it. Just so you know I put 2 cups on here because me and Whitney couldn't figure out what 16 oz was compared to cups. Whitney knew that it was a lb. so she tried to weigh a cup of water so see if she could make a comparison. I got on the internet and asked Google. Oddly enough we got the same answer.

Now I don't mean to criticizes, but who puts syrup on there strawberries? And who puts banana chunks on waffles?
Awe seven new recipes for me to use! if only I had enough mix to make anything but pancakes more than once. For short cake I actually have to buy another box.
This one explains itself (if you can't read it click on it)
Do you think that's air? Well your wrong, actually it is the dehydrated water you going need to use to make you meals, just add water.
So the bag isn't half empty it is actually two halves full.
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