Happy 4th from Rexburg!

Hello fellow blog friends. I hope you are all having a splendid 4th of July Eve :) It's always a little hard being away from family on holidays, because Hebdons do it up right. Also, it's kind of hard to feel like it's the 4th of July when you're wearing a hoodie and shivering. I think Rexburg is confused. Anyway, I woke up this morning and walked over to the Rexburg parade and took a few shots. Let me know what you think, please. I'm really trying to build my portfolio so I greatly appreciate any feedback you may have! Also, if you're a mom, what are your feelings about people taking pictures of your child? I got some NASTY looks from some mamas today. Oh well; they'll get over it.

My roommate, Vanessa, sportin' it as Miss Rexburg

My other roommate, Rachelle, sportin' it as Miss Awesome

So there you have it. 4th of July Rexburg style. Tonight we're heading to Idaho Falls for some LEGIT fireworks... or so I hear. Apparently they're the 2nd best in the nation. (http://blog.ratestogo.com/best-4th-july-fireworks) So... I'm pretty stoked. I've never gotten good fireworks pictures, but maybe tonight that will be a false statement.

Let me know how ya'll are doing!

And... check out my (tentative) portfolio. (www.megheb.weebly.com)


Puh-eace Out.


Classic Movie Night

As much as I complain about my photography commitments, I really do get some great opportunities. Like tonight, I shot "Classic Movie Night" on campus. They were showing Harvey, starring Jimmy Stewart. Not sure if you know this about me, but I've always had a thing for him. I believe we were probably best friends in another life. I have this dream of passing on to the other side and I'm greeted by him and we just laugh like we'd never been apart. Aww.. Jimmy :) So beautiful... so goofy.

Here are some shots from the evening.

Hulia's a goof.

Unfortunately it started raining 10 minutes before the movie ended, so I never got to see if the 6 foot bunny makes an appearance. Oh well...

I miss good ol' southern rain.

And don't bite my knee.


the big 2 1

Last night I was on the phone with my friend when suddenly I got PUMMELED by my roommate, Julia. Lo and behold, it was midnight. The beginning of my 21st birthday :) I was planning on going to bed within the next few minutes, because life doesn't stop just because you grow a year older. Despite good intentions, I ended up staying up until well after 3am with some crazy girls... playing "beer" pong... naturally. (diet coke, don't stress) Here's a bit of documentation of the night.

my "cake": frozen brownies with mint ice cream and smashed up oreos. apparently it says "happy birthday" in chocolate sauce. sure, tempe...
preppin' for "beer" pong... (note the diet coke)

I think I found my calling in life.

my game face is so intimidating

Note my Horkley's t-shirt... a gift from Julia. For you non-Rexburgers, Horkley's is a piece of heaven on earth. Any day you can get a 44 oz. soda for $.60 and on THIRSTY THURSDAYS it's only $.30. I've been wanting one of their shirts for a long time. Thanks, Jules!

And thanks to everyone for helping to make my birthday special!


Our Heavenly Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me
I let Him choose the colors
He worketh steadily
Ofttimes He worketh sorrow
And I, within my heart,
Forget He sees the pattern
While I see only part
The dark threads were as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He had planned
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why


I keep trying to remind myself that the "dark threads" I may be experiencing will make for a much more beautiful weaving.



Inspiration NieNie

Going along with my previous discussion on blogs... Do you NieNie? I don't know if you've ever noticed the icon I have on the right side of this page declaring, "I read NieNie". I've been reading Stephanie Nielson's blog for years now. Since before her accident (if you don't know what I'm talking about, you will from the video). Sometimes if I need a little pick-me-up, I turn to her. I was so excited today when I discovered that her story was made into a "Mormon Message". I admire her greatly.

Again I reiterate, we all have stories to share. Stories that will inspire others. Or make someone smile.

This is just one fantastic example.

blog shmog.

Blogging has been on my mind lately. With my Communications degree I'm striving toward, I spend a lot of time on the internets (as Pres. Bush would say) doing research and much of that research comes from ordinary people posting their thoughts and experiences on blogs.

I first entered the blog-o-sphere in 2004. I know right, me=blog pioneer. I was a dorky 15 year old and I'll be honest... felt legit. It was www.peg-a-leg-meg.blogspot.com, a name that was coined to me by my sister's ex-boyfriend. Tonight I spent some time perusing that blog... and was pretty embarrassed for myself. Still, I've never been a great journal-writer, so the documentation was nice. I was left wanting to know more about what was going on at that time in my life. Yet, as my infrequent posts can attest, my enthusiasm quickly fizzled out...

I re-entered the blogging world in 2007 when I began college. Again, I was quite sparse in my posts. It was www.megheb1.blogspot.com.

Now we're onto bigger and better things. www.megheb.blogspot.com. You're there. This will probably be mostly for me. I'm fine with that. I still don't feel like much in my life is that interesting. I don't have a cute husband to tell embarrassing stories about, or adorable children to brag about. I don't have advice on how to be crafty with odds and ends around the house.

I just have me. My thoughts. My seemingly mundane experiences. My weird sense of humor. My interests. And above all, my faith. I'm beginning to realize, however, that these things are worthy of discussion and introspection.

And whoever is reading this... yours are too. So grab some munchies and apple juice and get blogging!

I have neither of those things. I just want them. Instead, I'm settling for my roommate's celery (shh) and the rest of my 100% natural peanut butter. Is it still healthy when you consume such a large quantity?

So, yes. I want to blog more. I want to have a virtual documentation of all things Meg. Yet, lately I have gained more of an understanding, nay, a testimony of the importance of recording those things that are deeply personal. Impressions, revelations, personal thoughts and questions and struggles and short-comings, etc. For once, I made a goal and I'm sticking pretty darn close to it. I've been writing in my journal (mostly) every night. And boy has it made a difference. I just wish I'd started this dedication a long, long time ago. Oh well. Today is a new day. For all of us.

Here's a sobering thought by President Spencer W. Kimball:

"Get a notebook, a journal that will last through all time, and maybe the angels may quote from it for eternity. Begin today and write in it your goings and comings, your deepest thoughts, your achievements and your failures, your associations and your triumphs, your impressions and your testimonies. Remember, the Savior chastised those who failed to record important events."