Thursday, March 6, 2014

Saturday, February 15, 2014

So Much for Romance, and Random Stuff

Every year, I get one of these.  EVERY YEAR.  A candy heart that's supposed to read "SO SWEET," but due to bad aim (on a machine's part, I assume) reads instead...



Well, maybe so, but can a girl be taken out to dinner first?  So much for romance. 

I'm missing DNA when it comes to romance and all that stuff.  I'm just not that into...any of it.  However, it looks like I had Cupid on the brain back in '80 (at age 5 and a half).  I drew and wrote on the back inside cover of a New American Standard Gideon Society-distributed New Testament, but my mind wasn't on Golgotha or the Island of Patmos, apparently...




It's so funny to me, because that's my first name, my last initial, my last name, and then my first and last initials.  This makes it look like I have a middle initial (I don't) and that I was a tiny doctor.  :)  Not sure what was going on there!  I only go by "Michelle" around here, but the sharp of eye may have noticed my last name in a few pictures in other posts.  Just for good measure, here it is in Russian...




This was in my old passport, which I recently sent in for renewal.  It's a short-term visa sticker that allowed me to be in Ukraine for two weeks for a mission trip.  (I know!).  I should probably write all about that sometime.

BUT...speaking of Russian visas and missionaries, I recently saw a really decent little indie film called The Saratov Approach, the story of actual events in 1998 when two American Mormon missionaries were held for ransom in a Russian city, not all that far from Ukraine, actually. (Just looked it up--about 700 miles from Kiev).  It made me think of a lot of stuff that I'd really like to write about, so hopefully that will be coming soon. 



I hope everyone had a really nice Valentine's Day! Mine was worse than the ending of the Keira Knightly 'Pride & Prejudice,' but better than getting kidnapped in Russia. So, pretty good. 



Thursday, February 13, 2014

Just Under the Wire

I joked in my last post that maybe I would get a wrap-up of 2013 finished before St. Valentine's Day.  Well, here we are. 

The best way I can knock this out is to just throw some pictures here from last year and maybe captions.  All of these people and events deserved posts of their own, but that just didn't happen last year!  I'll try to frequent the blog more often in 2014.  I have a few things I'm excited to write about, but we'll see if time allows before the excitement fades. 

2013 was a good year, but I have greater expectations for the current one.  I'll be on my sabbatical from work for the entire month of August and the first week of September.  Unbelievable!  I've been employed with no breaks since I was seventeen years old, and the longest I've had off at a time is two weeks.  Five weeks off in a row seems fantastical.  More exciting is where I plan to go for part of that time.  More on that soon!  Hint:  It required passport renewal.  Oh--and I will turn 40 years of age in that place.  40?!

Here are some pictures that I took last year.  They tell a little about my 2013, I guess.

Saw the Ai Weiwei exhibit


Also caught the film 'Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry.'  Lots of food for thought.
 
Anyone else see it? 
 
Exhibit of Islamic art.  Those letters are made of tiny words.  Look!
 
More from same exhibit--funded and put
together by Brigham Young University.
 
I have volunteered at a local art gallery for
two years.  This was a temporary window
 display.
 
She's super creepy, and scared the shit
out of me on numerous occasions in the
back supply room.  I was assigned the
duty of taking her apart and packing
her up!
 
Happy Bird--my niece Faith in mouse glasses
with no lenses.  :)
 

The homestead.  I grew up here, and my parents have lived here for nearly
50 years.  They have been married for 58 years.  Dad was very ill
and hospitalized for several weeks in the summer, but is much better.

Cousin It at the Arch.
 
Perspective.
 
For Gaiman fans...this felt very American Gods-y.


Sat in the 11th row center to see this lady...

...with this gent.
 
My great nephew Brett (very great, Mitch) at the wedding of my
nephew (his uncle) in west Missouri.  This event allowed for the
visit to the Arch on the way back.  Didn't get to go up this time,
due to the bad timing of the government shutdown.

Party...hosted by nephew.  Dancing happened. 


Loved this musical in Indy!  Friend Amanda
worked the show and got me in (as she does
 a lot) I loved it so much that I incorporated the
logo into my Halloween Poe wreath. 
Nevermore!  Written, composed, directed,
and lead acted by an Indy boy.

Still the one--my bff for 19 years and counting.


Love my little Santas.
 
Favorite gift received.  Oh, shoot!  Just
remembered...my VERY favorite gift
was from my bro--snuggie that looks
like a Hogwarts Gryffindor uniform. Love.
 
Favorite gift given.  Barbie defying gravity, and
the gal I gave her to--niece Faith again.

2013

Monday, December 23, 2013

Gossipers, Hindus and Thieves--Oh, My!

These kinds of pictures pop up every once in awhile on various feeds that I follow, and they're so extreme and ridiculous, that I can only laugh.  Whoremongers AND Mormons?  Christ-rejecting Jews AND sin-friendly heresy teachers?  It's really just too much.  Invariably, if this sign or one like it appears on a blog, Twitter, or wherever, commenters have fun counting the number of times they appear on the sign.  I haven't counted mine, but would consider it distasteful to share the number even if I had.  As we learned in Titanic, "A woman's heart is an ocean of secrets." 
 
Well, readers, no matter how many of these titles (?) apply to you, I want to wish you a very happy Christmas.  I thought about saying that I wish everyone on the sign a Merry Christmas, but not anyone who has ever or who would ever hold such a thing.  Screw it.  I wish them a Merry Christmas, too, and I hope that they get visited by ghosts in the night who, each in turn, show them a perspective that makes them a little kinder by morning.

 

I really will get back to doing some sort of year end wrap up (since I started thinking about it at Thanksgiving, maybe it will post by St. Valentine's day), but until then, here are a few Christmas songs that reflect my humanist perspective.  For me, they are about winter and waiting and hope.  Oh, my!

Merry Christmas, all.  Even you Mary-worshipping Catholics.









Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thanksgiving: Stains From Who-Knows-What

Thanksgiving explained by kiddies. The cuteness and hilarity are free! Happy Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Thanksgivukkah, or Thursday, depending on your location and traditions.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Delay, Distraction, Detection

2013 round-up coming, but until then, how cool is this???  It's a literary thumbprint.  Click here for more info.  The down side is that you have to limit yourself to fifty books.  Well, and it costs four hundred USD. 

A memory just popped into my head.  This is a little fun fact about me that's both literary and has to do with fingerprints.  I adored mystery books as a child.  I loved Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Dashiell Hammett, (and on, and on) starting at around age nine.  All of my detectives inspired me to carry around a notebook, take down sundries, and engage in general, unsolicited sleuth-ery.  I figured out a way to lift prints from my family members...you know, in case they later committed heinous crimes for which I would be able to bust them.  I sprinkled just a light dusting of bath powder on the flushing handle of the toilet, and when I would hear somebody go in there, I would lay in wait in my room.  After they were finished, I'd go in after they left and lift the prints with transparent tape.  Fold the tape, stick it in my note book...then wait for villainy.  No villainy ever transpired, but I had (smudgey, partial) prints of both parents and most siblings just in case.  If any crimes had ever occurred, I definitely would have called everyone together to have one of those end-of-the-story monologues wherein I'd explain everything and call out the evil one and expose his or her deeds.  It would have been so cool.  Alas...
 
I'll be back soon.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Formula

Rum and Diet Coke + Sci-fi + reading Tennyson aloud = FRIDAY NIGHT!!! (All former English majors). Look out! There's no stopping us.

I rejoin Blogger Sunday with a year-end (almost) round-up.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Reason: A Short Fright

So, I’m out on the balcony thinking about the fallout that didn’t happen, the shoes that never dropped creating a collective thunder. I made the announcement several times in varying ways, and those who had done so before me talked about the negative reactions, the disownment, the pleas to come home, just believe. For me there was a gesture or two, an open door, but other than that, it was just like the sounds from this balcony…crickets chirping…nothing. I wonder why, and the sole answer, the only one that makes any sense, arrives with the breeze in a soft whisper…


…they don’t really believe it, either…



Happy Halloween, everybody.