While riding the bus....

This semester I am riding the bus. I have classes all day Tuesday and Thursday so instead of driving and being tempted to not stay for a class, I have found a way to be at school. Last week when I was riding a gentlemen got on, after sitting down he pulled out a comb and brushed his long luscious silver super greasy matted hair. I was grateful to not be sitting by him. GROSSS!

Today while waiting for the bus, a gentlemen comes running down that street, in his Army warm ups. He stops at the bus stop puts his back pack down and starts to stretch. It wasn't just a back stretch. He got all his leg muscles, arm muscles. He meant business! After stretching he continued to do a few more exercises. I felt as if he was getting ready to play football, basketball....no need to worry. All that stretching and warm up was to sit on the bus. Maybe I need to start doing a little routine in the morning while waiting for the bus....

here I am...

Ashy and others keep telling me I need to update...
I started another semester of school. I already want it to be summer ( i've only been to class four times) it maybe a very long semester. Last semester all my classes were inter related and I really enjoyed them. This semester is not like that. I have poli sci, stats, economics, hbse and a pratice class. The last two are related to social work, the rest not so much....
We have also had some drama within the program. Silly stuff really. I just know who not to share my life with.
I can't wait for spring. It is killing me! I am so stir crazy! I can't wait to be outside and enjoy fresh air. I am planning some trips down south so I can enjoy the sun for a minute or two until it decides to show its self in the salt lake valley...

She is Home!

the morning of December 29th we all waited anxiously at the airport. Steph's flight came in at 9:30. Everyone was getting antsy at 10:15 when we still hadn't seen her. Someone asked if we were sure she was on the plane. We all looked at each other and said well I guess she couldn't have gotten on the plane. Of course she is on the plane someone finally said. Steph finally appeared at the top of the escalator. We are all getting use to having her home, she is getting use to being home.

How much more do you want?

A couple of weeks ago Vonda and I went to Provo to go dancing. This is not unusual for us. We get there and this young man asks me to dance. He has asked me before, he usually asks on a slow song (NOT MY FAVORITE). He just spins me around and around, not fun spins, just a continually awkward spin. He usually just ask the one dance and moves on. Not this night. He didn't ask me to dance again, but came and hung out by us. He would ask me questions. I was polite and answered, however they were one word answers and I never tried to continue the conversation. He eventually left.

A week of two later Shelley and I went to Studio for free tuesday. Not thinking anything of this boy because he was in Provo. Far away right?!? Shells and I are just hanging out, chatting, people watching when someone bumps into me. You'll never guess who it was, ok, maybe you will. Yes is was this young man. He starts conversation, I introduce Shells so she can be part of the conversation. I'm not sure what we talked about, maybe the basics yet again. He eventually walked away.

Vonda and I went to Provo again two weeks ago. He is there. At this point, I don't want to dance with him. We have gotten the basics, any conversation will be more about my life, and well I'm not sure he needs to know that information. So the whole night I avoid. Dancing in Provo is just at a old rec center, so the floor is not very big. I don't think that I danced at all that night, because I was avoiding this young man.

Last night I went to Studio with Meg. I again not considering who might be there. Meg and I are going to Celebrate the end of the semester and the freedom we will enjoy for the next 3 weeks. He was there. I pointed him out to Meg so she could help the avoiding process. We did pretty well...He and I made eye contact once, and very brief. At one point Meg and I were caught up in the dancing that was going on and someone has kick my knee in. I don't even look around to see who it is. I grab Meg and we start walking very quickly in the opposite direction. He then taps me on the shoulder. I don't look around. I'm a brat I know! At this point Meg and I just go hip hop. Another friend is there. I tell him about it. He says "Meag, I would be flattered." Of course you would, I thought. He didn't know the whole situation. So I discounted his comment a little. I'm not sure if the stalker stayed or went at this point but Meg and I hip hopped longer then I enjoy.

I know I am a Brat!! However if I had wanted to get to know this young man I would have made bigger efforts. I obviously don't have any interest. All of my conversation with him has always very short. I'm afraid the only exposing information I gave him is that I dance at Studio. OOPS! Dancing has not been the same. I can't enjoy my time because I am avoiding the whole time. Maybe next time I will just have to lay down the law...

Introducing....

Mae Photography

I have been hesitant to put myself out there because I feel like everyone has there own camera, or knows someone. I am not sure that my photos are any better then the next persons. However if I don't put myself out there I can't get improve my skills. So here it is....

These are shoots I have done over the last couple of months.

I have put them on a photo blog

maemaephotography.blogspot.com

Handsome Boys!

Last Wednesday Shells, Shannon, Jenn and I went to the Phil Vasar concert at the ESA. The Jazz were playing the Lakers in L.A. We walked around the corner and there he was....Matt Harpring shooting hoops. He was doing pre, half, post commentary. So what do we do? We get a picture of course. He was very kind. Yes he was touching Shells and I!! He is so HANDSOME!

The Handsome continued throughout the night. Bomshell and Buckeye Covington opened for Phil. Buckeye is the most awkward performer I have ever seen. Its a good thing we didn't have to watch him the whole night or else we would have left. Phil is an AWESOME performer. He had a whole band of HANDSOME boys!

Thanks for the great show Phil!

So GRATEFUL for moments like these...

Over the last couple of days I have been thinking about the last year, ok maybe the last 18 months. Stephy comes home in 43 days, not that any of us are counting (we may or may not have a paper chain hanging in the living room) and the funny moments that have taken place...

These were taken during our family staycation just before Steph left.

Char at the State Fair...we were all off of sugar. Dad decided (maybe us kids) that it wouldn't be the State Fair if we didn't have any funnel cake. So we did. ( I think this was taken cause Char had powered sugar all over his face...)

Sometimes my Dad gets in really great, funny moods. We were leaving to my Gramms for Christmas eve dinner and her pulls out his cowboy hat and poses for a photo. He made some kind of comment....wish I could remember it.

At Gramms for our hot dog roast. Christmas eve wouldn't be Christmas eve without our hot dogs, macaroni salad, and potato chips. (not the greatest pic of me...but is a funny one)

New p.j.'s....

Our sweet baby girl just keeps getting bigger. When we get the camera out she is very interested and will stare into the lens. We sometimes get a good one where her eyes are open and she is smiling.

Matthew too loves the camera. He knows how much we love his Squinty eyes, we will usually do them without us asking.

At my Dad's birthday this year, Charlie and Hannah decided to have a whip cream fight. It was SO FUNNY!! I don't remember exactly what happened, but they both made a comment to my parents about there son, or daughter in law who was making a mess. (they are probably going to be mad that these are up, but it was one of those moments that just puts a smile on my face. they are genuine faces!)

I couldn't resist...

This was at the Lamb burn. It is a reunion with all my Grandpa Mickelsen's brothers and sisters. It is always enjoyable. Brooklyn was letting Gramm love her. My Dad loves this pic because it a genuine smile from my Gramm. (Gramm loves pics, just not of herself)

This is at the State Fair this last fall. The wind was blowing...It would be a really great pic of Ashy and I....