Sunday, September 18, 2011

Some little mini cards I made for a massive birthday party for Steve's family. Just experimenting with some different line patterns in black and white. Sorry for the shotty second rate photo. I have somehow misplaced my camera for the eight millionth time. Pretty impressed with how good my phone's pictures are though. I'm thinking about starting an Etsy shop and maybe selling personalized cards... What do you think? Does anyone have an etsy account. I have heard mixed things. In any case, If you ever want a card made I'd be happy to make you one! Just shoot me an email! (melissahorrocks.usu@gmail.com)


Another Goodbye


Well here we are again saying our goodbyes. My parents and I dropped off my youngest brother Andrew to the MTC on Wednesday. It's so hard to know how to feel when you have ten seconds to hug goodbye and then he is off to his new adventure. Poor guy. I can't imagine all of the things that go through those young missionaries heads as they walk away from their families to the unknown.

My family is very close. It wasn't always that way. We have all had our spouts and arguments, but over the years we have all become closer then I think many families ever get. We love each other so much. That is a hard thing to find these days. It is so wonderful to have four amazing brothers. I love it. They were always so kind to include me in their games, even if I received the bent ninja turtle sword, or the other second rate weapons to defend myself. I never felt left out. That is pretty cool considering I was a girl and despite all of their best efforts I owned a doll or two... and an occasional barbie. (guilty)

Andrew was my little guy. My mom tells me that I always wanted to be the one to carry him places, or take care of him. This gives me hope that maybe, just maybe someday I wont be terrified of having children. Somewhere deep down there I have what it takes to be a mother. Anyway I remember how much fun we would have playing with our stuffed animals and beanie babies. He has the most contagious laugh. I can still hear it in my head. So dang cute. That smile would go from ear to ear and there was no resisting that cute little guy. I cannot believe how grown up he is. It is unbelievable! I know he will make a great missionary. He has the social skills to rival my mother (the social butterfly of the century). I am so grateful to have such a wonderful brother! I am so jealous that he will be spending his time in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. Love you Andrew!

 My parents are so cute right? They are now officially completely empty nesters. Although we kids come back too often to consider them officially empty quite yet.

I just thought this one was cute.


Friday, September 2, 2011

Thirty Thousdand Pounds of . . .

I have not written in ages. I have been feeling incredibly drained and unable to write anything that could possibly hold a minutes interest for anyone. Does that sound negative? Well yes, I suppose it does. I shouldn't be negative. Life is seemingly pretty good. I got a job as a designer for the Utah State Admissions office. The hours and pay are good. I love the job. Love the people. I have a great best friend and husband to be with every day. Fine friends. Even finer family. Seriously you can't go wrong with all that right?

Well, Monday struck like 30,000 pounds of bananas. I reference a Harry Chapin song my Dad used to play for us youngsters. A sad but peppy ballad that we couldn't get enough of. One Man + 30,000 lbs of bananas + 45 degree decline + failed brakes. You can probably guess the outcome. A tad morbid? Yes. but we loved it. Still do. It's a great tune. Check it out he is a master balladeer). ANYway. I found myself up on campus amongst excited students recently returned from what is always inevitably too short of a summer vacation. I listened, against my will, as young and quite irritating freshman girls flirted with oh so....uh I can't find the right word. Gentlemen would be giving them too much credit so I'll just say boyish fools, "oh my gosh like no way are you totally serious?" Now I know I never sounded that intelligent, but did I ever look that young as a freshman? Do I still look that young? Apparently I do, according to many gas station and grocery attendants, not to mention book store attendees.

Alas I was not one of them. I found myself longing to be them against my better judgment. Yearning for the excitement of going to new classes and meeting new people, in hopes of making long lasting friendships and of course an occasional frustrating enemy. As the past 5 days have gone by I have slowly begun to accept my fate. Although I am no longer a student I will always be grateful for my experience at Utah State both the bitter and the sweet. It is one of the most amazing places I think I will ever know. I learned more about myself then I believed I ever would. And although at times I might have wanted to rip someones hair right out of their head, and mock those fools who dared prove to me their imbecilic ways, I really enjoyed my educational journey. I am truly sorry to those that may have unjustly fell victim to my strong willed strikes, you were a part of crucial part of my educational pursuits. Someday maybe you will learn what I was trying to push into your tiny little brain? Whether or not you do, I became strong willed, yet bendable with time spent in those angsty classroom settings with all of my fellow students. For that I can never be grateful enough.

I am trying to keep my creative juices in tact, so here is a new pattern I made. Which do you like best?