New Musik | December

i just found out last night that my sister is going to have a baby girl!

she's prospectivly going to name her Ellie. SOOOOO CÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜTE!

so it must be fate because i made a new discovery this afternoon.


I came upon her new single on the UK i-tunes under the free single of the week (of which I couldn't download because she's not available on the US i-tunes, soooo studpid!) I listened for 30 seconds and that was all i needed, to know that hers is the next CD i need in my life.

and guess what her name is??

Ellie!!





Ellie Goulding. Ain't she fab?

i just adore getting mail

exspecially when it is in a bright red package and addressed to me.
Happy gifting & opening! Enjoy the weather and the cheery season.

...Wish I was there celebrating with you!

Have a very Merry Christmas!

if all the snowflakes were gum-drops and lemon-cakes

oh what a snow that would be!



standing outside with my mouth open wide

ah
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ah
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ah
ah
ah


if all the snowflakes were gum-drops and lemon-cakes, oh what a snow that would be!

Can you believe it?

Frankfurt.

With snow...

that stuck to the ground, for more than 10 seconds! Even now, two days later, it's still there! (for the most part) And oh, how polluted those gumdrops and cakes would be. But I care not, for I have sloshed my feet in it's flith and LOVE IT!

i remember

there have been so many instances lately when i remember little details of my life. details that have made my childhood beautiful. since christmas is around the corner, it's definately a time for me to start missing a whole bunch of things from my non-adult life. Life lived without fears, day-to-day reality checks, and downright down days. Days where I'd hear my mother calling my name when she wanted me to come home. Days when dinner was ready at 7:00 and days when the most exciting things were sleep-overs and getting to go to Lagoon.


i remember my dad
letting me pick out the tie that he would wear to church that sunday

i played annie-annie-i-over
for hours and hours with my brother. i still remember the consept of the game

my friend from across the street and i jumped
on the trampoline until our feet were black

We ate stawberries dipped in sugar
even after her mom scoled us saying strawberries are sweet enough already and that sugar is bad for you

i cuddled shelby the hyper dog who'd rip holes in the bottom of my shirt
in the rain. i felt as though i was her protector, the only one who loved her despite the terror that she was on sunny days

i wanted so badly
to be as cool as my brother and his friends who built out of wood a club-house against the fence on the side of the house. they'd go in there to light fireworks in houses made of legos

i used to dream about
living in England, meeting a hottie with an accent who would be head over heels in love with me because to him I was the one with the accent

i can still smell
the turtle in the basement playroom of my friends house

i can still see the scene of
that blue children's couch and the toys we'd play with for days on end scattered all over the floor, the carpet you could barely see was light tan.

i remember the chill in my hands and toes
as my brother and i would build forts out of snow in the backyard long long after the sun went down

i can hear the gasps from my mother when
my two oldest brothers would jump over our green mini-van with a black trash can placed on top of it, on their roller blades. they even jumped over a ten year old me sitting crosslegged atop the van.

i would ask my mom for rides
to my friends house who just lived down the street and over three blocks

my friend brittany and i would climb on
the two matresses that were side by side in the cramped storage room. we'd take bag after bag of salted tortilla chips down there with us and eat them until we were sick, and play until our fingers hurt from clinching onto the mattresses

i would lay under the christmas tree
and stare up at the lights and look through all of the christmas books just after my mom would decorate it

i always wondered if
our house had a sent that i wasn't able to smell. my friend's houses each had a sent, my grandmas house had a sent, my neighbor's houses all had their own sents, even my church had a sent. I was sure mine did to but i was certain that i was immune to it because i was around it so much. i came to peace thinking that in heaven i would finally be able to find out what my house on earth smelled like.

ah. i had a great childhood. i miss it.

Happy Saint Lucia's Day!

A beautiful Holiday celebrated around the world, yet traditionally kept in the scandinavian countries other wise known as SWEDEN! "Hej ja!! Svergie!!" Celebrated on the darkest day of the year (according to the Julian Calendar), a young girl is elected to portray Santa Lucia wearing white robes and a red shash with a wreath of candles placed upon her head. The 'Lucia' leads a presession of men and women dressed as well in white robes as they sing the 'Luciasången' which lyrics describe the light with which Lucia overcomes the darkness.

Read more about Saint Lucia here

time for yet another list.

another late night.

And right as I address my eyes to that digital clock in the corner of the screen it reads 0:00. Fhew. It's been a long, tiresome week and still the tunnel's end is a week away.

just to fill you in:

J-husband, has been involved in, I say involved as if he has little to do with it, when I really mean, he has everything to do with "Some Tales of Mystery.." a theater production in homage to Edgar Allan Poe. He's basically 2nd in command of this huge production, and I play a small part in it as well. And by small I mean like... I am his wife and these long hours away from him aka; waiting up for him, having little to no humane interation with him, or any late night conversations that don't consist of the play, the film, the coreography, the music, the real life drama and stress relating to this whole production. Really, not that I am playing the victim, but whoa man, wife carries a great deal of stress when husband is the definition of stress. Not to mention, I am in 'The House of Usher' segment of the play, dancing as Madeline Usher, along side Josef who is acting as Roderick Usher. It's going to be cool, but our evenings for the past week have been spent rehursing.

Hence the late hour.

I've had little time this weekend for anything. I'm tired so it will be easier if I do this in list form. This weekend consisted of:

-Neglecting Thanksgiving in prep for the 'Dream within a Dream' film segment of the play.

-Neglecting shopping in every sence of the word, which has resulted in an empty fridge, and empty tummies.

-Finally understand that I and my husband are true artists, with our living space as proof. Our home is a studio, a storage space, a garbage can, a pile after pile after pile of papers/props/cords/boxes/dirty dishes/books/random items/laundry/fliers/posters/etc.., so all in all it's a flea market in every inch of space we reside in.

-Spent a day editing my most recent, incredibly awesome session:

-Setting up, shooting, and taking down the set for 'Dream within a Dream', a two-day extravaganza.

And any other, unholy or inpure threat to my sanity has been acomplished and won't be over until fat-lady 'tales of mystry..' is over and done with next Saturday.

Ahhh. I just want so sleep for this week, and while I do so a maid comes and; takes out the trash, does the dishes, goes to Ikea and Hornbach and gets what we need to finish our kitchen, installs our kitchen, does our laundry, organizes our piles and piles, uploads/edits/burns/posts my photos, goes to work for me, preps for primary singing time, does my lesson planning, responds to that wonderful email my mom wrote me, goes visiting teaching, cooks dinner, finishes coreography for the 'dying' segment of the 'house of usher', puts up Christmas deco, goes grovery shopping and removes that blasted chipping-fingernail-polish from my nails.

well look at the time (1:21) it seriously took me that long to write that whole-lot-a-nonsense.

Oi, yoi yoi!

Gute Nacht, I'm off to bed.

See you when I next wake up.

Just as I predicted..

everyone came, everyone saw...
and no one said 'hi' back.

I know, I know. I'm the same way. I'm totally not offended. But really, how are you? What have you been up to lately? What are your plans for Thanksgiving?

Mine?.. oh, I have none. I may be helping Josef prepare things for 'some tales of mystery...' (the e.a. poe theater production.) Or working on images. Or, taking a bath and reading a book. If I had a bath, and if I had a good book. I'd plan on doing that for sure. Well, one thing is for sure, it will simply, not be celebrated. I have no plans to cook, and no plans of inviting myself over to someone's house to partake of their meal and quite fittingly, the German's just don't have Thanksgiving. So-o, in conclusion, there is nothing to feel bad about, and nothing to stress over, and absolutely no reason to feel left out of family tradtions because I am simply blending in, with the culture I live within. I wipe my hands of this Thanksgiving (firmly stated, whilst rubbing my hands together, brushing off illusionary durt.)

On to the next..

I had the most vivid dreams last night. It's been a long, long time since I have been able to remember dreams as clearly as I remembered them this time. I think it's because I opened a creative vaulve or something. Last night, I put together some ideas for a novel that I would like to write.

"Wait, back up... a novel?" the blog readers questioned.

"Yes, a novel,' måke replied. 'And no, this little diaolog, is not any indication of how it will be written, but rather conveying the idea that I from now on, will be building up consepts and ideas, for a novel."

"Oh? o..kay." the readers respond with a sceptical drawl.

I know, your concern, readers, I'm no, oh, wait no, maybe I am better than Stephanie Meyer, or at least I certiantly think I can descibe a man/vampire/hottie better than she can, and much, much less repeteativly. But this isn't about Twilight, oh I'm so sick of Twilight. I just want to do this (could possibly fit onto that little unofficial bucket-list thing too) and I've been inspired 'back-slash' motivated to do so. My dad's written a book (still writes), my best friend's sister is writing a book, so why can't I? (No, that's not a justification.) I just have felt the confidence to do so, and decided to push forward with that confidence. The dreams themselves last night also had something to do with confidence and awoke me feeling like I'm not what I try to deprave myself to be. So whether or not in a month or so, I'm still on this I'm-going-to-write-a-book kick, I'm just keepin' it cool and hangin' loose with the idea.

"So go with me on it, alright!"

The England Post

hi.

how are you?

lets just say it's been a while.

it really has, hasn't it?

well, i love you and miss you i promise. it's just that my consistancy, is terrible. and honestly i hope you have all been very disapointed (i say you all as if i have hundreds of readers... a-heh, hi mom!) because that would mean that you have missed me too.

ye shall not be failed any longer. for måke is here to treat your eyes with the glory of enlgand.

and if you are like me, all you have time for is to skim through blogs with pictures only anyways. sorry cousins & friends, love your pics, and can't wait to read your stories, when the time allots! :)

i mean seriously, who has time to read blogs, keep up with facebook stati, sometimes write posts, take thousands of pictures, edits thousands of pictures, be a school teacher, be a primary choister, grocery shop, unclean the house, uncook and uneat breakfast, lunch and dinner, coreograph a peice for an edgar allan poe production of which your husband assistant directs, and possibly sleep a litta-bit.

already you have wasted 20 seconds for you collage-levelers, reading just that.

pointless mumblings.

so, i'll try to keep it short, but can't say that i'll refrain from quirky commentary, that you are likely to overlook, but will write'em anyway///


300,000,000,000 steps to the top of St. Pauls to get this shot::


the atlantic (number 3 of my 'put my feet in every large body of water' bucket list goal)




many, many laughs with two of my favourite soul sisters, in one of my favourite places on earth.


felt several times that i was on my way to hogwarts, or would soon be taken off to a castle with ivanhoe, or meet up with frodo and sam in the shire.






i said hi to jane austin.


got to see this amazing woman share the one and only true gospel, and meet the people who's lives were changed by her message.



ate a delicious pasty in bath, that was a one pound delight, and makes my stomache groul just thinking about it.


learned that getting engaged in england is as easy as going to the lou.


saw many sites, and captured many wonders, with my wonderful camera which i have fallen even more in love with on this trip.






discovered why so many great writers, poets, and musicians came from england.

uh, hello... you don't even need an imajination, the shire lies right before your eyes.






finally found the juice that i have wondered about my entire life.
my thoughts as a child have been: "of all of the juicy fruits in the world, how is it possible that juice is not made from the juiciest fruit of them all..."


and let's see what else did i do???

• went to a manchester city game
• saw the stones, trecked though the mud, and slopped through the poop of sheep at avebury
• went to stonehenge and saw the entrance and had a nice run-in with the night guards
• saw dowhnam village
• saw the city that Gordon B. Hinkley served in
• saw the spot where the first people of england were babtized
• saw gadfeild elm chapel (the first chapel in england)
• saw benbows farm
• discovered the beauty of the lake district
• rode on the thames river
• rode in the passenger seat, that is ordinarliy the drivers seat. (ordinary meaning 66% of the world)
• stayed at a haunted hotel
• ate yorkshire puddings and an elglish sunday dinner
• hit a bird and didn't kill it
• went to both the London Temple, and the Preston Temple
• and muco muco more


so what do you think about joining me on my next trip? instead of sitting there, wishing you were't sitting there looking at these pictures, but rather breathing the sweet parfumes, and hearing the rounded accents of the british?

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woke up this morning in peckham lodge hotel in southwark london. i am now sitting at my computer doing the same old thing i did just one week ago. silly how things at home don't change much, when you've just experience a whole new world with an entirely different atmosphere. returning with a new thrill, that things around you should have changed just as the experience has changed you. and yet here things stay.

something enthralls your temperament when you see that one you missed. the one you love. knowing even a week can bring a new world that you didn't know. you get to share a block of time with eachother that the other didn't see, didn't breath. you see their smile and smell their skin, that familiar sent that was absent from your sences for a time.

his voice, his disposition.

all familiar.

yet new all at once.

going back home to my love-land.

I just purchased a plane ticket today. (sung to the tune of na-na na-na na-na) Me, I'm stinkin' extactic. I finally get to see friends, and family (or family of friends, same thing right?) It's been over a year, almost 2 years. Humm, let me think...The last time I saw my love-land was in March of 2008. You remember right?

Well, now I get to go back!!

Okay, okay, you want a hint as to where right?

This one will completely give it away

November fourth through eleventh, I'll be in England baby!!

I'll be flying into Manchester, were my best friends Rachel has been serving an LDS mission for the past year and a half. Me, Rachel and her family will meet up, and hang around Manchester for a few days then head off to London and stonehenge.

Can't wait. Seriously, Can. Not. Wait.