For Suzy, the mother of Mickey the Missionary

so... Mickey and I made it safely from Boise to SLC. (this photo shows the hand-off point when I, the cousin, passed him off to higher ranking relatives, the grandparents.) During the drive we chatted, ate albertsons potato chips, and I listened to music (he wasn't supposed to be enjoying the music, as he was already set apart as a missionary.) :)

Along the trip I reflected about my time as a missionary, or should I say "sister missionary." I feel a little guilty as I say, "I'm glad it's not me this time!"

I like Ecclesiastes 3: To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven, etc. In my season of full-time missionary service I went, and loved it. Missions are hard, and I'm thankful to be in another "season" of my life. Thinking about being in Mickey's shiny leather dress shoes makes me want to stop complaining about all my stupid problems and enjoy this stage of my life ("Hey, at least I'm not on a mission," I can say to myself. Which means, at least I don't have to blunder through a foreign language all the time, and I can choose what and how much I eat, and I don't have to wear long skirts with knee-highs!)

Mickey will be a great missionary, I know it because we said a little prayer together this morning before heading down the freeway, he prayed that he would be ok. through it all. He will. We all will.

the jackson report

rosalie is in good health. still telling stories of when we were little and she took care of us: "do ben still stomp his foot?" (why is my hand on my hip? it's like i'm modeling a car or something...when actually it's great lady. better than a car.)
fernwood drive after a recent tornado. there was havoc and wreakage everywhere.
mossie and papa's house.

now i'm in idaho, with my sisters and family. will write more later! happy spring!
i forgot to share this cheery little clip of "gracie" the dog with y'all! she's so happy!

Take a guess... In what part of the country am I?

Those are turnip greens (top right) and no, i don't really like them.

Finals Week

yuck. it's finals week...chugging along. At least I don't look like the beauty queen lady there in the middle, gross.

Up and Coming

These are some shots from my current movie project, who wouldn't want a slice of "Twiggy Cake?"

Happy Times!

mallard's icecream in bellingham with galen: what could be sweeter?

mission reunions with jackie and beddes (not pictured, the photo didn't turn out.)
eric and lissa, when their love was young. and nurtured with mexican pastries and milk.

the church pigeons on garden street. they were fed every day by the bird woman featured in Disney's Mary Poppins, who lived in the "alamo" apartments across the street, where at night there were always drunk men urinating on the apartment dumpsters, side note.
wedding cakes. now that just makes me happy. i'm thinking of harvesting this happy valley area. there are myriads of weddings here, there may be money to be made (rubbing hands together greedily.)

i haven't posted in a while, and don't have much new stuff to report, hence the indulgent trip down memory lane...

Good Gravy!

I was just looking at the Central Utah Art Center's website about the current show! Check it out, you might see someone's work that you know! 

hot off the press

click on image for close-upThis piece is a self portrait of when I die, and the angels read my journals (which is funny because I think the angels are supposed to read from the book of life, which isn't a journal, right?). I think I got my doctrine a little mixed up. Well, they might read from my journal... maybe.

Eww, eewww, gross. SICK.

I'm not sure why I want to tell you this story (it's interesting?) I went to my "new job" yesterday. It was doing layout for a local latin newpaper. The boss guy was in his fifties and from Peru, speaks only spanish really. I was sitting at the computer trying to do the layout, he's showing me stuff on the computer, and keeps touching me. Sick. He keeps patting my knee, or my waist, shoulders...the clencher was when he used my back to draw some layout thing. I was totally irritated, annoyed, and uncomfortable. So I finally was like, "look, I can't work for you. For one, I don't know how to work the computer program. Number two, I can't work for a boss that touches me all the time." He did some kind of "I'm sorry, I'm an affectionate person...treated you like I'd treat one of my daughters." Yeah right. Ewww, gross. I had the shivers and shakes when I left. Moral of the story: 1. make sure you're never alone with your boss in the office 2. watch out for peruvian newspaper editors. bad idea.