Much Ado About Nothing

You know how you're always sitting around thinking, "I wonder what Michelle thinks is funny..."?  Well, my dear friends, wonder no more.  I think this guy is pretty darn funny.  Maybe not slap yourself hilarious, but funny.  You sorta have to know the songs he's doing, or it won't be amusing- just stupid and confusing.  And, like me, you have to appreciate Words...

Many of my blogging friends are able to convey their thoughts in such a clear, concise manner. That's awesome.  You people are Real Writers.  Your writing is tight- well thought-out and easily understood- not all rambly, like some other bloggers. And, since I'm pretty sure I have ADD, that style of writing is ideal for me- you reel me in and hold my attention (until I see a flash of something shiny out of the corner of my eye).

Um...  I forgot what I was saying...  OH!  I was getting ready to explain that you clear and concise people may not see the humor in the following video the way I do.  It's more for those of us who wonder why anyone would use four words when nineteen will do- and live by the Bible verse that says "Blessed are the verbose, for they shall loveth the sound of their own voices." (that is in the Bible, right?).  To us, this is- as I said- pretty darn funny.

(You see what I did up there? How I stttrrrretched out the intro to this video waaay longer than necessary and was overly wordy, while talking about being overly wordy?  Isn't that ironic?  No?  How about mildly amusing?  Not funny at all, huh?  Oh.Kay.  A swing and a miss.  What can I tell ya?  It's Saturday.  I don't have to be fully functional on a Saturday.  I'm fully functional on Tuesdays, unless it's a voting Tuesday.  Then I'm distracted.  I'm funny on Thursdays.  Ironic on Wednesdays.  There is a tiny window around Midnight on Wednesdays when I am both ironic and funny at the same time, so, uh... try to catch me then.  Saturdays are for making cookies.  I'm acrimonious on Mondays.  Perverse on Fridays.  Sundays are the Lord's days, of course, when I attempt to repent for my Fridays.  This is why the laundry is never done.  As you can see, there's just no time.  And now I have that song, "Ironic" stuck in my head-  "...It's like ray-eee-aaain on your wedd-dinng day..."  Um, rain on your wedding day is not the true meaning of irony, by the way.  It's just weather.  But again I digress...)

Guys, I pledge right now that my return to blogging will not be about the posting of one stupid YouTube video after another.  In fact, the next post in the hopper promises to be deeply significant on many levels- social, political, theological- and possibly even historically important, if I do say so myself.  And we'll get to that right after just one more video.  Promise.

Is anyone even gonna click this dumb thing now after all that?  Please click it, you guys.


(Oh, one more thing. You did know that whole thing about me posting something significant and historically important *snort* was a slight distortion of the facts, right? The next post will most likely be a continuation of family updates, so... you know... kind of the opposite of significant and historically important.)

I'm hurt, people... Deeply hurt

Apparently, this video has been out there for a couple years now.  I'd like to know why nobody told me about it.  Why am I just now finding out about this?  I thought you people were my friends!  Maybe you kept it from me to protect me?  Because you knew this chick would scare the %$*# out of me?  Is that it?  You knew she would stalk my nightmares?  Okay.  In that case...  Thanks.  But the damage is done.  I can't unsee it now.  Geez, Louise.  The posing.  The stroking.  The gloves.  And again with the stroking.  What's wrong with her, you guys?  Seriously.  What?

More Sam Video

Oh my goodness, what do we have here? Could it be? I said I would post more video today, and I did. Two days in a row!

This first one is Sam with his birth mother ("G") on our last day in Majuro. It was only about an hour before we had to leave. There's not much to this in the way of audio- G. is humming softly, but you can't really hear her- so this may be boring to some of you. But not to me... Watching Sam being rocked to sleep by G. both breaks me and blesses me every time I see it. The way they're looking at each other is so sweet, I think. This is one I like showing Sammy often, and he seems to like watching.


And this one is of Sam with his foster mama, Mary, and her two adorable granddaughters, Mary Ruth, and Mary Something Else (that I couldn't pronounce or spell). Mary's daughter (the girls' mother) is named... Anyone, anyone? Mary Lenn. Go figure. I really loved Mary (all of them) and her husband, Lenn. They were so good to Sam and to us. Sam loves watching this one, too. I always wonder if he's remembering Mary as he watches? Is that possible? He's probably too young, but his little ears sure seem to perk up as soon as he hears Mary speaking Marshallese and little Mary Ruth saying, "Junior, Junior." Isn't she a doll, btw?

A few videos I've been meaning to get up... Must keep the grandmas happy, you know.

The first shows why Sam is going to be the most spoiled baby on earth (and I don't care). This was taken several weeks ago, when he was just beginning to pull himself up to stand. Listen to the reaction he gets from the entire family. This kid is going to expect drumrolls and confetti for every little thing he does.

This one was taken just the other night. Mr. Sammy recently waved at me "on purpose" for the first time and we were all Just.So.Excited. Our claps and shouts made him so proud of himself, apparently, that he now gets really excited every time he waves. This shows what he does after a wave. So cute... To Mama, at least.

Tomorrow, I'll get a couple clips up from our time with birth and foster families in Majuro. Only three short months after returning home. That's not too bad, right?

Tomorrow is also the first day of school (at home). Wish us... something. I don't think luck could help me at this point, but I need to be wished something.

"But, Michelle! You said school would start on August 20th."

Oh, please... Since when does anyone remember what I say? School was supposed to start on the 20th. It did not. Let's move on, shall we?

Yeah... We're getting off to an excellent start.

Marshallese Music

Sam's cousin, Jeremiah (the boy on the right, in the red shirt), came by tonight for a visit. He brought a friend and his ukulele, so we asked for a Marshallese song. We were blessed with two! These videos may be a little hard to hear- the boys were shy, but so sweet. Hope you enjoy them! That's Evan's smarty-pants voice you'll hear telling the boys to repeat the whole thing in English. He thinks he's funny. I don't know where he gets that.