Archive for Month: December, 2009
My Little Actors
At the beginning of November I found out that our little town had an art program—a really great art program. We immediately checked into it, and Olivia and Benjamin got in on the acting class. This weekend their six weeks of classes paid off as they were part of an adaptation of the classic, The Tortoise and The Hare.
Olivia was cast as The Hare and Benny was a supporting character. They memorized their parts wonderfully, and made us very proud. Now they can’t wait to be part of the next production. I, too, can’t wait!
Michelle=Mishi=Mishelle
My parents wanted a son.
They got a daughter.
And when it came time to name their daughter my mother suggested to my father that they name her after his mother. Her name was Danica, so she offered Daniella, which he vehemently rejected. The reason being pain—pain can definitely lead one’s decisions.
My parents wanted a son.
They got a daughter.
They flipped open the baby name book and landed on Michael (how’s that for foreshadowing?), and with that they decided to name the baby girl Michelle. My mom, however, wanted to change it up. She wanted to use an ‘s’ the way it was spelled in [Macedonian]: Mišel. Oh, but how could a young, immigrant, new mother know anything? The nurse helping my mother with the birth certificate changed the ‘s’ to a ‘c’ and my mother didn’t fight it when the official record came through.
They wanted a son.
They got a daughter.
One day, during my senior year in high school, my mother told me how she had intended for the spelling of my name to be “Mishelle” as opposed to “Michelle”. That’s all I had to hear. Because isn’t that the coolest? I knew plenty of Michelles, but not one, single Mishelle! I haven’t officially changed my name, but someday I will.
My parents wanted a son.
They got me, and I’m their only.
{as seen on Twitpic}
Highlights from UL’s Safe and Bright Tweetup
In the wee hours of November 21st I hopped a plane bound for Chicago. I was going to shoot one of three Safe and Bright Tweetups, sponsored by UL (the people that make sure all he stuff we plug into electrical sockets is safe.) It was a wonderful event and I was honored to photograph it.
Here are some of my favorite shots:
(more can be found on my Flickr)
#safeandbright
@SafetyatHome @brandie185 @misslori @ahenand2chicks @kimmoldofsky
Seriously, George Foreman, Seriously?
A while back my mom bought me what she classified as a “Godsend”.
“Oh, Mishi, it’s so easy to clean; you’re gonna love it!”
Yeah, it’s easy to clean all right. For people who have mad kitchen clean up skillz. Not so much for slackers like myself.
What was this Godsend? The George Foreman Grill, of course. The one thing that inhabits my kitchen that I fluctuate between loving and hating. The one thing in my kitchen that I have had serious thoughts about pitching out the window.
Here’s my rationale:
The Good: I can make dinner in 12 minutes and that’s a hell of a lot quicker than that Rachael Ray’s 30 minute meal.
The Bad: George Foreman is really the devil. He’s created a bunch of “little Georges” and, well, that’s just kinda evil.
The Ugly: There is no ‘on-off’ switch on the Lean Mean Fat Reducing Grilling Machine, so when you go to turn it off you just pull the plug out of the wall and hope you don’t get fried.
[credit] George Foreman (center) and his sons George Foreman III (left) and George Foreman IV (right)
Seriously, the names of his sons are: George Jr., George III, George IV, George V and George VI.
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The Good: When I’m trying to be all healthy the Foreman (as I like to call it) comes into play. I can grill some boneless-skinless chicken breasts in 9 minutes flat. Then I cut it up and put it on top of my salad. Voila, instant healthy!
The Bad: I use an ass-ton of blue cheese. I guess that totally negates the healthfulness of the grilled chicken, eh?
The Ugly: Have you every tried to clean one of these stupid grills?
It’s actually fairly easy to clean if you don’t let it sit on your stove top for, oh, say, three days. Ok, ok, so maybe it was five days.
My people are just lucky I cook at all!
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