Posts Tagged: Michael
Head to Toe
Ooh, baby, I think I love you
From head to toe
Ooh, baby, I want to kiss you
From head to toe
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My New Friend: Canon Speedlite 580EX II
There are many highs, but nothing compares to the high you feel when another person completely believes in you. This is the high I am on and have been on. I feel that I am finally taken seriously in this photography endeavor, and Michael completely believes in my talent. It’s an amazing feeling.
I didn’t finish college. I’ve never done more than birth four kids and raise them (and my voice, occassionally.) I didn’t make any career moves as there were none to make. Except now, there is, and to have my husband believe in my so much, it makes me feel high.
So, I thank you Michael. For believing in me. For encouraging me. For helping me. For simply loving me.
Some other new friends arrive later this week and I can hardly wait!
Growing Old Together
Dearest Michael,
This is the fourteenth birthday that I am blessed to commemorate with you. Fourteen years that I am thankful that your mother gave birth to you and raised you so well. Fourteen years that seem so minuscule compared to the number ahead of us.
Look at how young we were. Babies. I hadn’t seen more than the city of Buffalo when you came into my life. Sure there were vacations to a few beaches, but I was so naive and sheltered. It’s a wonder that you came into my life when you did. Who knows? What if?
I feel, though, that no matter what, we were destined to cross paths. I hold within me a strong belief that destiny is destiny and there’s very little messing with it.
Now look at us! Four kids, two dogs, three major moves under our belts, and your successful career change.
Sure we’ve had our share of depressions, mistakes, and broken remotes, but we’ve had way more good times than bad. The most amazing thing to me, though, is how we just get each other. I still think you pick on me too much. OK, so I really like it. Go figure?!
So, on your 39th birthday (I’m sorry to say it, baby, but let it be known that you look really good for a thirty-nine year old man) I want to wish you even more happiness, even more love, even more prosperity, even more orgasms, even more good times, and even more birthdays with me by your side.
Happy Birthday, Michael!
You’re my favorite.
Love Always,
Your Mishelle
Best Shot Monday: My Twilight Date Night
On the Sunday before last, when Michael came home, I told him that I wanted to go catch the late show of Twilight that night. He asked me if I minded waiting so that we could go together. He thought maybe his mom could watch the kids on Thanksgiving night and we could have an actual date.
Now I love Edward, but I love Michael more. So, I waited.
I got the tickets early, just to be safe. And around 9:10pm we left the house. It was strange to us to be walking out door, together, at night, without the kids! A good strange. We got to the theater and sat in the van, talking, for a bit. Then we headed in.
I grabbed his hand, “I’m so glad you wanted to come. Mostly groups of girlfriends have been going to see this,” I stated.
“Oh Shit! This is a chick-flick, isn’t it? It is. Oh man,” he lamented.
“No, baby, it’s not a chick-flick. I promise!” I reassured him.
We got our Candy Combo (popcorn for me, peanut M&M’s for him, drinks for the both of us,) and after forking over three quarters of million dollars, for said combo, we went into the theater. Not a soul was in there. We doubted that it would be empty, after all it was only 9:30 and there was fifteen minutes till the show started.
People started to trickle in and Michael was able to count the number of boys/men that came in. One was kinda questionable, if you ask me, though. There was–at least–five other males in that theater.
“See, I told you it wasn’t a chick-flick!”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
The lights went down and the noisy teenagers behind us were still trying to get settled.
A boy called down they row, “Hey come sit over here by me?!”
“No, I don’t want to. [He’s] going to bite me!” she exclaimed worriedly.
“I’m gonna bite you,” I said to her mischievously.
“Are you Edward?” she asked.
“Maybe I am.” I answered. Laughter ensued.
The movie preview started and I have concluded that most movies suck. They actually showed us one whole movie in it’s entirety. In just two minutes. For real.
Then I heard Bella’s voice start talking about death. And it began. The movie was a little slow, in my opinion, and I couldn’t help but compare it to the literary version. There were things that I “got” that Michael didn’t because I had read Midnight Sun in addition to Twilight.
Here are some things that stood out to me, in no particular order:
- Bella’s truck was just as I imagined. Same with the Cullens’ cars.
- The Cullens were UNNATURALLY white. And their lips were painfully red. People must be really blind and stupid if they can’t tell that something’s up with them. But, Edward was perfect. Swoon.
- Eric being Asian was odd to me. But, that’s because I pictured him in my mind differently.
- The actress who played Jessica sucked. Just my two cents.
- Forks was just awesome. The scenery was spot on.
- Charlie and Billy Black were also spot on.
- Jacob. Meh. Not likey Jakey so muchy.
- The scene in the ballet studio was just as I envisioned except for the actual killing/burning of James.
- Jasper’s expressions made me laugh out loud.
- Rosalie and Emmet were also as I envisioned.
- The scene in Port Angeles when he saved her was great! Very accurate.
- Alice was delicious and I look forward to seeing her more in the coming flicks.
- Charlie’s house was a little “off” from my imagination’s version of Charlie’s house. And so was the beach scene at La Push.
- The Edward-Bella kiss, in her bedroom, in her skivvies, was HOT.
I’ll just stop there. On a scale from 1-10 I give the movie a 7. It was good enough, but I’ll not be in any rush to see the sequels. I can’t wait till they come out, but I won’t be forking over a million dollars to go see them at the theaters. Because really it costs about a million dollars to go to the shows now-a-days, no?
