Creative Wanderings

My Grandpa Price plays the harmonica. During our family reunion in 2006, shortly after my return from Ireland, we had a talent show, with each family presenting a talent. I represented my family, performing some newly learned reel steps from Ireland. When it came to Grandma and Grandpa’s turn, Grandpa got up, put on some goofy glasses, and pulled out his harmonica. He played a song or two, then for his third song he dedicated it to me. That is one of my favorite memories of Grandpa… something special between the two of us.

After at least ten years without bangs… I have them back!! I got my hair cut on Friday and absolutely love it! Interestingly, almost everyone has asked if I dyed my hair. I guess deep down at my roots, I really am not blonde. Here’s some pics! I’m still training them. So much fun! Plus there are layers coming down from the bangs too. I’ll try and get a picture of those too. Fun fun!!

“And I said unto him: I know that he loveth his children; nevertheless, I do not know the meaning of all things.” 1 Nephi 11:17

So, at least once a week I play various games with some people in my ward, namely Rustin and his apartment. It is a great way to spend some time with other people, and the games we play are generally really fun: Bang!, Scum, Pirate’s Dice, Guillotine, Hearts, Killer Bunnies, etc. Lately though, I’ve begun to wonder just what playing games has done to me. It all started when I saw the Divine Comedy tech rehearsal. They did a skit called, “Things you should take more seriously,” and focused on hanging out. Of course they exaggerated things, but essentially they showed that a girl should be coy and wait for the guy to say hi first, and that the girl who said hi to the guys first was invited over for games and became “one of the guys.” I think I have gone from being a game-player at these events, Read more…

So today we had a ward activity in Fairview, UT. Up in the mountains there is a great area for…. snowmobiling!! In fact, you have to snowmobile from the parking lot to where our home base was set up. Talk about a great activity. I went up in the afternoon with the later group, and the ten of us got several hours of quality time in the snow. I swallowed my fear (mostly) and tubed down the monstrously huge and bumpy hill. Partway down I hit one of said bumps and got turned backwards. I proceeded down the lower half of the hill, across the level ledge, and down a smaller hill onto the flat plain going backwards. Thankfully, there were no impeding trees. And I must say, going speedily down a hill where you can’t see where you’re going is somewhat exciting, especially when you reach the bottom and Read more…

I’ve been tagged! I don’t have a lot of blog followers that I know of, though, so I’m not going to tag anyone… yet. So, in no particular order of importance, here goes. 1. People that don’t plan ahead. I am not the most punctual person all the time, but if something is starting at a certain time, I hate being put off that by someone else not planning ahead enough to make it on time. 2. Jerky drivers. Literally. It really bugs me if I’m a passenger and the driver is distracted and jerking to stay in the lines or not hit cars in front of me. Bless the boy who ends up with me, because I am pretty particular on how I should be driven around. On the upside, though, I love people who are totally in control of the car. I guess I just like knowing that Read more…

All that I am, my mother made me. John Quincy Adams (1767-1848)

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. Mark Twain (1835-1910)

Once up on a time, a little girl saw ballerinas twirling on stage in a performance of “The Nutcracker.” That girl left the show and told her mom, that’s what I want to do. I’m going to be a ballerina. And so for the next 6 years, the little girl practiced and learned, and began to be a ballerina. She knew she wasn’t the best, but she loved to dance and knew that deep inside of her was a beautiful dancer just waiting to emerge. Then one day, the little girl, who wasn’t quite so little anymore, moved away to a new city. Gone was her studio with her talented ballet teacher. Gone was the chance to perform on pointe for the first time ever… moves never come at good times. The little girl, who was not so little, found new kinds of dance to work on. She joined the Read more…

So I finally broke out my Bollywood Booty workout video. Between hurting my back and … being sore or tired… I just haven’t done much working out. Being a dancer I don’t usually feel awkward moving my body, but I had the hardest time doing some of those moves! It’s a good thing I was doing it alone in my room. But hey, you gotta do something to fight the JOOOEEEE BOOOXXEEERRR effect. If you want a good laugh, give me a call and we can do the Bollywood Booty together. Paint the world, paint yourself, feel all the love…