Thanks again, Bob.

Robert Marshall is a pretty funny guy.  He is also very wise.  But today he was being really really funny.  He said some things that I thought I should share with you.

"That's when The Gods kick back and eat their grapes and say, 'Good job.  That world is gonna be okay.'"

"Get prepared to spend your life being annoyed with yourself."

Both of these quotes came up while he was critiquing some pretty bad paintings from our class.  The first was talking about some of the very few good things going on in front of us.


Moab Invitational

So, this weekend should be a good one because we are going camping in Moab.  We were originally going to camp in Lake Powell, but there was a little too much fuss about not having a boat for Rachel and I to handle.  So, we changed the location to avoid said murmuring.

I made a funny little note to inform the boys of tentative plans:


Dear Benny, Grandpa, Pablo, and Baloo:

       Congratulations!  You have been chosen to participate in this weekend's camping trip.  You have demonstrated a level of accomplishment that indicates you could excel in the wilderness.  We urge you to now redouble your efforts in order to realize your potential as wild men.  Being chosen to go on this trip does not automatically ensure a good time, nor does it guarantee your survival skills will improve.  We encourage you to work closely with the girls in K11 and each other as you work toward being crowned "Kings of the Wild".
       Please note that in order to participate in this weekend's activities you must complete the following tasks:

1) Calculate the total number of male specimens planning to attend this event.  Get this number to Missy & Rachel ASAP.
2) Collaborate amongst yourselves to formulate plans for breakfast and lunch (for the decided amount of people) for Saturday, May 31, 2008.
3) Take inventory of your camping gear.  Do you need a tent?  For how many people?  Let us know NO LATER THAN WEDNESDAY EVENING (May 28, 2008).
4) If you want to do other activities (mountain biking, fishing, etc.), pack your own supplies.
5) Meet at K11 at 8:00 am the morning of Friday, May 30, 2008.  We can check into our campsite at 12:00 noon.
6) You guys are cool.

       The girls in K11 are in charge of Friday's lunch and dinner and will provide snacks to munch on throughout the trip.  It is possible that a car will be leaving later on Friday if you are interested.  Our group will be leaving the Moab area Saturday night.  The campsite will cost $55 and be split between 8-10 people depending on the number of people coming.  We will divide up the total as soon as we know who will be joining us.
       Once again, congratulations and we look forward to seeing your continued development.

Missy Johnson
Liaison for K11


Fun Weekend :)

This weekend was super fun!  We went camping out by Grantsville (WHY didn't I know about that area?  It has some of the best campsites I have been to in a while), and set up our tents along a beautiful little stream.  It was so much fun.  We tried to go fishing but It didn't really work because Aaron somehow managed to forget his pole and I didn't have Beesh's reel.  We shot guns and hiked and ate.  It was definitely memorable.  Here are some pictures:

Fun, right?  Here are a few things from this weekend that are notable/worth mentioning:

1) I shot a truck.  Awkward.

2) Rachel and I woke up at 5 am (I'll admit that it's a little earlier than we usually do while camping, but not much), and of course everyone and their dog was still asleep.  So, what did we do?  We hiked to the top of the nearest mountain, took some pictures, and went back to our campsite.  Nobody was awake yet.

3) When we got back to the campsite we found an axe and started throwing it at trees trying to see if we could make it stick.  Nobody succeeded, but a Smart Water was definitely in line for anyone who did.  Aaron finally came out after we had been doing this for quite a while (we are easily entertained).

4) Tonight "the boys" cooked us steak dinner with grilled corn on the cob.  Um...so good!  They lost a bet last week (we were playing Set and absolutely slaughtered them so they owed us).  Anyway, I want to grill corn for the rest of my life instead of boiling it.

5) It was just a happy and fun weekend.  AND I get to go to the cabin tomorrow.  I can't wait!


Please Make This For Someone You Love

So Rachel and I made our first cheesecake the other day.  It was amazing.  I'm so serious.  I think everyone needs to make this cheesecake (especially Becca, because when I was telling Tyler about it on the phone the other day he was drueling).


1 1/4 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cups sugar
1/4 cup butter
1 tbs cinnamon

3 (8 0z) packages cream cheese
4 eggs
1 cup sugar

3/4 cups sour cream
3 tbs sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 jar blackberry jam
2 little box things of fresh blackberries


Preheat oven to 325* F.  Combine crumbs, sugar, cinnamon and (melted) butter.  Press onto the bottom of a springform pan.  Whip cream cheese.  Add eggs, one at a time, whipping after each addition.  Gradually add sugar and whip.  Pour over crust.  Bake for 45 minutes (we put the pan on a cookie sheet with about 1/2 inch of water.  It helps retain moisture so that the cake doesn't crack [that would be ugly]).  Whip sour cream, sugar, and vanilla.  Pour on top of baked cake and bake for 10 more minutes.  Remove and chill for at least 6 hours.  When ready to serve, mash one box of blackberries.  Heat jam and add mushy berries and pour over the top.  Then you can make it pretty with the whole berries.  And yes, I called them mushy.

Anyway, friends, this is a recipe you seriously must try.  Not that I really got to eat it.  But trust me, when I figure out a gluten-free crust, I will eat an entire cake on my own.  Until that time I will just have to dabble in the memory of the amazing filling and berries.


It's Official

So, there is a little news on the Smart Water addiction front. Yesterday I was headed to the studio for a very long and late night and stopped by Smith's for some sustenance. I bought Smart Water and a little somethin' somethin' to snack on and rang up my grub. I took note--very happily--that the Smart Water rang up as $1.00 with my Fresh Values card. "$1.00? Are you kidding me? That's a 60% discount!" I thought to myself. I knew I had to go back. So, after leaving the studio I went back to Smith's with Rachel and of course we bought the entire store out of their Smart Water supply. And I only spent $6. I wish there were more to buy but Rachel and I had to split the supply, obviously, because we are both addicted. And yes, I just said it. I am addicted.

I am addicted to Smart Water. And I will buy it all if its on sale for a dollar.


Oh, Maynard.

Today I bought a book at the MOA. It is a collection of pieces depicting Maynard Dixon's "Western World". I absolutely love it. I love the colors and the brush-strokes in his work. I love his dry figures. I love his deserts. His paintings are so dry they make me thirsty. I want to paint like Maynard. Just one stroke.



One year ago I was suffering a creative block in Florence. Now I'm having the same problem in Provo.

I liked Florence better.


Can't Hide Forever

Anyone who actually reads this blog probably knows that I have played the flute for--let's see--about 12 years now (holy cow). While I can play some higher level pieces, I rarely practiced and found anything in the world to be more important that preparing a Minuet from Suzuki Book 4. Unfortunately for me, I was pretty much the only one in the ward who played the flute (after Anne and Grace's short adventures with the instrument), so I quickly became a staple soloist (performing a few times a year), and even more than that, a staple addition to, like, every choir piece ever performed in the Monument Park 3rd Ward (I still have a hard time with calling it Foothill 7th).

Well, even after I went to college, I somehow managed to let myself get roped into performing all the time in my wards at BYU and at home. I don't really have a problem with playing, but I don't thrive off of being the center of attention like Natalie does, and I feel bad for the people that have to hear me play every other week because I NEVER practice. Anyway, in my past two wards, I have somehow managed to keep my "flute talent" under the bushel. I got asked to play once my junior year and was out of town. I made it through my entire senior (I mean fourth) year at BYU without playing once. But, unfortunately for me, this year Peter Shirts (who actually spent part of his childhood in my home ward), the music chairman, was my FHE son. He saw my flute case in my apartment, and although my roommates lied to him and told him "I just sort of played in the flute choir" (I had trained them to make it sound like I don't know an "A" from an "A flat" so I wouldn't have to perform), Peter asked me about it one day and totally caught me off-guard. He asked how long I had been playing, I said I hadn't been playing, he told me I was lying, I concurred. Then I told him that part of the issue is that I hate playing songs that are written for the violin on my flute, and there is no good church music written for the flute. Period. Lucky for me he is a Musicology Masters student, and he told me that whenever I wanted to play in church, he would write some music for me to play. I said, "okay", and never really talked to him about it again.

Then on Sunday, I got a phone call from an unknown number. While I usually don't answer, I did this time (to my dismay), and the phone call went a little something like this:

"Hi Missy, this is Peter from the ward."
"Oh, hi, how's it going?"
"Good. I'm just calling to tell you that you are playing a flute solo in the fireside June 15th."
"You have a choice between these songs: (lists about 7)."
"....Be Still My Soul?"
"Okay great. It'll be just flute. No piano. I'll get you the music in a couple of weeks."

This was a very stressful conversation for me. For some reason a bunch of my friends were over, and they all thought someone had died from the look on my face. Now, I guess I really should not be so stressed about the current situation, but here are a few little problems I see with the fireside on June 15th:

1) I haven't been practicing. At all. I picked up my flute for the first time in 6 months last semester.

2) All I did last semester was play in the flute choir. With people who had "played a few years in the high school band and wanted to keep it up". I mean, there were a couple of better players (Erin Roundy and Kate Cutchins), but honestly, I was up to par with them and, like I said, I hadn't been practicing at all and honestly, truly, (still) have not played a solo for two or three years.

3) I have probably played one song in my life without piano.

4) I get quiver-lip when I play in front of people. For some reason my stage fright has gotten worse as I have gotten older.

5) I fear the sound of the piece. I don't want it to be a hymn gone bad (no offense, Peter). Sometimes that happens when people try to embellish hymns.

Anyway. I guess it serves me right to finally have to play again. My Dad would be horrified if he knew how often I have avoided the "opportunity" of playing in church. I guess I can't hide forever.

PS - I'm actually kind of excited, just don't tell anyone.

PSS - Please look at this. I'd probably play more if I could do that (even though it's kind of tacky).


The Birthday Girl


Switch Addiction?

I made a very interesting observation yesterday. I was in the JKB, right before class, knowing that I had almost three hours of art criticism to sit through. So, naturally, I needed something to tide me over. I walked over to the vending machine and looked at everything they had, this includes (caffeine-free) Coca-Cola products (including Powerade), Minute Maid juices, BYU Creamery milks, gum, candy, granola bars, pretzels--Dasani water(s) (I can't get over the nasty flavors they have), and one lonely compartment containing my all-time favorite: Smart Water (#34). Smart Water was right next to Dasani. The observation I made was that Dasani water is $1.00, and Smart Water is $1.50. So, obviously, being a conservative college student, I punched in #34 and got my Smart Water. It just LOOKS better. It has such a nice, smooth bottle (so soft on the hands), and it doesn't peek out at you from behind the gross blue plastic that Dasani does. And more importantly, it TASTES better. I mean seriously. Smart Water is so good. No overbearing minerals and metal tastes coming out of an ugly bottle. It is good water coming out of a good bottle. A bottle that I always draw in class when I am bored.

But my real question is this:


I think I might be. Here's why:

1) I crave it regularly. I mean, I am sitting in my studio painting and I can't stop thinking about it. It's like, "man, I could probably get that mountain right if I just had a Smart Water to 'energize' me". (Some of the points I make will seem completely illogical).

2) I have Smart Water bottles everywhere. One in the fridge in my apartment, one in my bag at all times. I realized when I went to Salt Lake last night that I have a bottle in my home fridge and one in my bedroom. They aren't always filled with Smart Water, so give me the benefit of the doubt. But I have to admit that after I have filled them with "normal" water a few times, I just can't stand it and I have to get a new one. Maybe filling a Smart Water bottle with normal water creates a placebo affect to tide me over.

3) When I go to the grocery store, I always get it. Some grocery stores don't have it, so I don't go to them. It haunts me from its beautiful little cooler, "Missy...you're going to become (more) stupid if you don't buy me because I'm Smart Water". It gets me every time.

4) I go to the store sometimes just to buy Smart Water.

5) Every time I fill up with gas I pay at the pump and then go inside to buy Smart Water.

6) I don't even question paying $1.50 for 20 oz, even if there is a $1.00, 20 oz Dasani sitting right next to it.

7) I still don't drink Diet Coke.

So what do you think? Addiction? Switch addiction? (Even though I really wasn't addicted to Diet Coke, I just drank it way too often). Can you even be addicted to water? I think it's possible.


Love My Nat.

So, I went to bed on Sunday night and was kind of questioning my 9:1 ratio, but I guess I got caught up in the actual writing of it and I thought it was too funny not to post. But I kind of thought, "I'll probably take this off in the morning". Too bad I woke up in the morning to a problem at home and ended up taking my sister to the emergency room with Dave and Kristin. Yesterday was a very long day in the hospital and it made me very grateful for my Nat. Here are a few things I love about my sister:

She is my little example. She has read the BOM more times through than I have and definitely knows more about the gospel than I do. And I feel confident in saying that I’m not an idiot.

She blows up the floaty raft in St. George. She also has hot legs.

She has more talent in her little finger than I have in my entire body. She can pretty much play any instrument she touches, sings like an angel, and owns any musical she has a part in.

She enjoys taking ugly pictures of herself almost as much as I do. Though hers don’t really look ugly. Mine, on the other hand…

She loves Patten almost as much as I do.

She is really good at putting on mascara. Just like I am.

She is the amazing Mayzie!

She is a champ runner. I mean seriously. How was she born into a family full of asthmatics?

She takes fake sleeping pictures.

She is totally gorgeous.

Love ya Nat!

PS - Thanks to Becca for basically designing the layout of this post. Love you. :)