29 January 2009

Of People, Books, Movies, Money, and Health

Happy birthday to Virginia Woolf yesterday.

Monday, we watched the new Emma movie. It seemed to be a tasteful film, especially for something coming out of low-budget production of Church members. However, I found that it jumped from subject to subject, from dialogue to dialogue. Now they're dancing, oh, now she broke the pitcher, oh, now she's writing another death in the Bible. I realize portraying a whole life is difficult--but there could have been better transitions between almost every line, and much of the dialogue was either cheesy itself or delivered cheesily. Also, the lady who portrayed the older Emma bugged me somehow. I think she's had Botox or something that makes her face hang funny, and her character was portrayed too cheerfully (again, this may be a problem of the writers). I specifically remember her grandchildren describing her as a woman who never smiled. Plus, if she was so good at encouraging her daughter to stay true to the gospel, why did she split from the Church? I'm not saying Emma is not oft-misunderstood and surely had a difficult life that may justify many of her actions, but her decisions were not accurately portrayed in the film.

I do, however, suggest the film Seven Pounds. Yes, there is one part where you should close your eyes/fast forward.

I've been reading all of Jane Austen's books--they're all on the GRE Literature reading list, so I may as well. I understand why Persuasion isn't the most famous, and I was ready to give up on Mansfield Park after a few chapters. However, I forged on and I was amazed at Austen's talent--she can make me feel very disappointed in the seemingly-sure future I predict for characters and then suddenly fix it all. The "suddenly" part and some feminist issues (implying that the girl whose character and mindset has been formed by a man goes to that man) are what got to me. But I can't deny her skill.

I've been dying for some changes recently. That usually means that I go and dye my hair until something bigger can change. This time, I'm cheaper and I've been curling ringlets into my hair. This is what it looks like in the evening:















The curl is completely gone. At least it gives it some volume. I need a trim. And I'd like to get some layers.

I fulfilled my lifelong dream of owning a peacoat, despite wool allergies and after hours of worrying about if it was the right color, size, cut. Friends helped me by looking at pictures I took in the dressing room, but I was still indecisive. I finally bought it for only 20 Euros.

Kira moved back to Ohio.

I bought a new laptop case on eBay last week since the zipper on my old one finally bit the dust. It arrived from China. And it can't zip closed. I'll just have to keep using the old case with a rubber band.

My knee is acting a little crazy. It was doing so much better but now, I kid you not, it can only be described as arthritic. It aches, it gets really stiff, and when I'm in the cold, it just doesn't work. Fun. Tanya says I should stretch it. But how?

I went to a Stewart O'Nan reading of his new book, Songs for the Missing, a book about a girl who goes missing from a gas station--a background theme in another of his books. (Last year, I did an essay on his book Wish You Were Here.) I've heard a lot about his ability to write in all sorts of genres and know what's going on in the literary world. He took a few questions after we heard several chapters read in English and German. Since his new book seemed similar to Lovely Bones, a book that was on the bestseller list for ages three or four years ago, I was glad he picked me to pose a question. I asked, "You said you started writing this book 10 years ago. Were you disappointed when Lovely Bones came out and became a bestseller because of the similarities in the plot?" In short, he gave an answer that made it obvious he hadn't actually read the book--the dead giveaway was him calling Lovely Bones a fantasy. Professor Koenen told me later that she had wanted to ask the same question, so that's a good sign. She also agreed that he hadn't read the book. However, I really liked his answers to other questions. Some authors just give very short, surface answers that aren't very pleasing. But he talked about writing about the every day and how it's nothing exciting but that's what fascinates him. He said he's really bad at coming up with titles. He described how he observes people and makes whole notebooks about one character he's going to create until they become real in his mind. He said that's a good thing unless they're insane, like in Speed Queen. For the new book, he got so close to the subject of a girl disappearing, that when his daughter didn't answer her phone or emails for ten days, he sent the police to her dorm room. She was mad because she was looking pretty crappy with the flu and the police officer was young and cute. Ha ha. But most impressive, he talked about how this new book tells the real story of missing people--the story of those left behind. He said that people tend to hide much of themselves from those they're close to. I wrote down these words of his:
I think finally, we need to grow closer to the people we think we're already close to . . . We need to find ways to directly address the people we're closest to."
And I leave you with those words.

25 January 2009

More Random Links and Videos

How about Google's new favicon? It still throws me off when digging through my tabs.

Four fingers to play the piano? Wow.



Scrabble keyboard.


The 80s are back never went away.




This website makes me laugh, though it might be a little harsh. If I were to make one, I would add something about a snaggle tooth in there.

I can't stop watching this and laughing:





I like this bag.

I like this short photo review of Obama's people. Did you see that there's a 24-year-old? What about the two guys with scary-looking eyes? I loved the inauguration speech though it seemed contradictory to talk about ending the war immediately and then conquering anyone who tries to fight us. (Isn't that what started the war? And is quitting conquering?) I'm still looking forward to seeing what big changes the next four to eight years will bring.

Two little kids wanted to elope to Africa. What's amazing about this story (to me) is that they're German. That means they're talking about marriage at least 30 years too early. ;)

Speaking of Africa, I don't know why I think this is so amazing, but a pet lion?




Avant-garde East German music?

I've almost survived January, though there are challenges yet to come: a friend is moving back to Ohio this week, I've got to start writing my papers, and I need to make some expensive decisions. Wish me luck!

23 January 2009

McDonald's to Your Door

Well, McDonald's seems to be coming up everywhere recently. One blog writer had to defend herself when someone else made fun of her love for McDonald's.

I already posted about McDonald's being loved in Germany though it's somehow despised as being nastily American.

And then my consumerism class fought about it for a while last Saturday.

So when I was chatting with a friend who said he wanted to go to McDonald's, I jokingly said he should get me something. (Jokingly, because he lives an hour and a half away.)

Well, look what I got in the mail two days later.













I giggled. I laughed. I thought of my dad sending my mom a new antenna topper thingamajig from "Wiener World." I took a look at the cheeseburger and stuck it in the fridge. And then, I started debate. Had it been cold enough in the mailbox? Would I die of food poisoning?

I ate it. And kept laughing. Thanks, Aaron!

21 January 2009

Innovative Rice Bag

Recently I've been longing for my rice bag. I didn't bring it with me because it's just a lot of weight, but it sure would come in handy now. I finally decided I would just stick some rice in a sock, tie a knot in the end, and voila I would have a mini rice bag.

It worked out really well. One time. The second time, I zapped it too long and ended up with burnt rice and a sock with a hole in it. The smell was everywhere. I bet my roommates didn't suspect that I had been microwaving rice-filled socks.













Try number two is going better. So far.

Here's wishing you a warm and happy Tanya's birthday.

19 January 2009

Some People Obviously Didn't Take the GRE

Last week, I realized I never got my Literature GRE score, though they were supposed to be ready in December. So, I emailed GRE and got this message:
An examinee score report was mailed to you on December 16, 2008. Please allow sufficient time for mail delivery from Princeton, New Jersey, USA.
Allow enough time? Most of the time a letter takes five days. Nearly five weeks had gone by.

Then, a few days later I got the letter, with a sticker on it explaining it had been lost in the mail because the address was wrong. Do you want to see how it was wrong? Compare the following addresses:

Michelle Glauser
Koenneritzstr. 34
04229 Leipzig
Germany

Michelle Glauser
Koennerizstr. 34
Leipzig 04229
Germany

Just the switching of the order of the city and the zip code, as reflected by the fact that I had to put a German address into an online form of an American company! You'd think people were smarter than that, really. How hard is it to realize that they were just switched? Ha ha.

Anyway, I am quite happy with my score. I'm positive it was a good 100 points (or more) higher than it would have been had I not studied like crazy. Next time, I'm going to dominate that test.

16 January 2009

Food at Renny's

Over a month ago, my friend Renny invited me to have a traditional Chinese dinner at her place, where I could finally meet her boyfriend.












I had been planning on having a surprise activity for Mike that night anyway, so we both went there. With a lot of dishes full of little morsels of food, it was so cool to pick something, stick it in the boiling water or on the mini stove, wait a few minutes, and then eat it. I especially enjoyed the crab, which has never been one of those things that I liked because of its texture. I also enjoyed watching Mike try to use chopsticks. Classic. He'd stab food and push it and pretty much do anything but grip it. :)













This was when I was sick with a bad cold, and that hot sauce sure cleared me out, though I felt dumb for coughing for about ten minutes straight. Here I am, diagonal, thanks to Mike. (I told you German guys like to tilt the camera.)












Here I am fighting with Mike so he wouldn't take another diagonal picture (he said it was the only way to get me and the food in one picture, yeah right, look at the above photo as proof that I was right!):













Here's the normal picture he finally took.












For dessert, I brought Apple Turnovers (I got the recipe from Scribbit but used ginger instead of cardamom.)












Then we watched a movie (Das Leben der Anderen) that was suggested to me by my visiting teaching companion. Mike and I had to scream and cover our eyes a couple of times. It was a lot longer than we thought, so when we left, there wasn't another train for too long for me to catch my train home. Being the stubborn person that I am, I started walking home and every time we passed a phone booth, Mike (who was also sick) stopped and tried to call a taxi. I finally walked on without him and wasn't surprised to have a taxi pull over a few minutes later, with Mike saying, "Get in." I felt really bad, because I wanted to do something nice for him that night, but it turned out that he was again the more generous one. Some day I'll learn how to be a wonderful friend. Good thing I've got lots of great examples around me!

15 January 2009

Best Love Songs, Michelle-Style

Scribbit made a list of the most romantic songs, many of which I agreed with ("With or Without You" by U2, "The Way You Look Tonight," "Annie's Song" by John Denver, "When You Say Nothing at All" by Alison Krauss, "Hey There, Delilah" by Plain White Ts, "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston, and "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers) and a few that just didn't do it for me. I started out writing a comment on her post with some extra suggestions for her, but I decided to post them here instead, because I came up with 54 of them!

Keep in mind that I think even sad love songs can be counted here, and songs by artists I wouldn't usually like (like the Backstreet Boys, Westlife, Lonestar). They're not in any special order, though I have provided links to my individual favorites (marked with *). Some are accompanied by favorite lines.

"Sweetest Thing" by U2

"One" by U2: I've heard people say before that this song was written about a Mormon girl. Some of the lyrics support it, but I still don't believe it. "Love is a temple/Love a higher law."

*"Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen (I like Jeff Buckley's version best): A combination of Biblical references and sensual love with simple, lovely music.

*"The Luckiest" by Ben Folds: You've just got to listen to this one. Ben Folds is an all-around genius. "I don't get many things right the first time/In fact, I am told that a lot/Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls/Brought me here."

"Diary" by Bread: "And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife/All the sweet things that I can find."

"Everything I Own" by Bread

"Open Arms" by Journey

"Without You I Don't Think I Could Live" by the Backstreet Boys

"All My Life" by K-C and JoJo: "All My Life/I Prayed For Someone Like You."

"Because You Loved Me" by Celine Dion: "I'm everything I am/Because you loved me."

"I Can't Help Fallin' in Love" by Elvis Presley

"Swear It Again" by Westlife: These guys have pretty self-explanatory titles. "I swore to you my love would remain/And I swear it all over again."

"I'm the One Who Wants to Be With You" by Westlife

"More Than Words" by Extreme

"I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie

"Collide" by Howie Day: "Even the best fall down sometimes/Even the wrong words seem to ryhme/Out of the doubt that fills your mind/You finally find/You and I collide."

"I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne: This one's great for people who are single, unsure of the future, and confused by the dating world.

*"Trouble" by Ray LaMontagne: I just barely discovered this one. That guy has one amazing voice! Who can sing "saved" like that?

"Everything Stops" by Cary Judd: I don't think many people know about Cary Judd. But they should.

"I'll Be" by Edwin McCain: "And I'll be better when I'm older/I'll be the greatest fan of your life."

*"Dreaming with a Broken Heart" John Mayer: "When you're dreaming with a broken heart/The giving up is the hardest part."

"When I Fall in Love" by Nat King Cole

*"Only in Dreams" by Weezer: Long, but worth it. "You can't avoid her./She's in the air... in the air/In between molecules of/Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide."

"Everything I Do" by Bryan Adams

*"If You Ain't Got Love" by Mason Jennings: (The music starts around 1:30.) This one is a little confusing. It could be abou a child, it could be about a girlfriend, or both. Who knows? "You said, 'Life has no limit/If you're not afraid to get in it.'"

"Greatest Story Ever Told" by Oliver James: "But if destiny decided I should look the other way/Then the world would never know/The greatest story ever told."

*"Crash" by Dave Matthews

"The Longest Time" by Billy Joel

*"Two Coins" by Dispatch: Being Dispatch, there weren't high quality videos of them on YouTube. "I stick loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes into my pocket."

"Something" by the Beatles:
We can't leave out the Beatles!

"I Want to Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles

"Yesterday" by the Beatles

"Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" by Lauryn Hill: "You're just too good to be true./Can't take my eyes off of you./You'd be like heaven to touch./I wanna hold you so much."

"How Sweet It Is" by James Taylor

*"Fire and Rain" by James Taylor: I love pretty much all the words in this song.

*"The Scientist" by Coldplay: "Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry/You don't know how lovely you are./I had to find you, tell you I need you,/Tell you I set you apart."

"Out of Place" by Gavin Thorpe: "You'll be coming home soon/I know you're out of place/Will you knock on my door soon?/I just need to see your face."

"One Love" by Jason Mraz

"You and I Both" by Jason Mraz

"1000 Things" by Jason Mraz

"I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz

*"Sleeping to Dream" by Jason Mraz: "Sleeping to dream about you/And I'm so tired of having to live without you."

"Earth Angel" by the Penguins

*"Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol

"Rainbow Connection" (choose your artist)

*"More Than Anyone" by Gavin DeGraw: "I'm gonna love you more than anyone."

*"A Lifetime" by Better Than Ezra: "We were standing on the hood of your car/Singing out loud when the sun came up."

"A Plain Morning" by Dashboard Confessional: "It's colder than it oughtta be in March/And I still got a day or two ahead of me/Till I'll be heading home,/Into your arms again./And the people here are asking after you./It doesn't make it easier."

*"Out of My League" by Stephen Speaks: "It's her hair and her eyes today/That just simply take me away/And the feeling that I'm falling further in love/Makes me shiver but in a good way."

"I'm So in Love with You" Lonestar: "Every little thing that you do/I'm so in love with you/It just keeps getting better/I want to spend the rest of my life/With you by my side."

"I'm Already There" by Lonestar: "I'm the sunshine in your hair/I'm the shadow on the ground/I'm the whisper in the wind."

"More Than a Feeling" by Boston: "When I'm tired and thinking cold/I hide in my music, forget the day/And dream of a girl I used to know."

*"Brighter Than Sunshine" by Aqualung: "Let the rain fall, I don't care/I'm yours and suddenly you're mine."

"Stand by Me" by River Phoenix: "If the sky that we look upon/Should tumble and fall/Or the mountains should crumble to the sea/I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear/Just as long as you stand, stand by me."

*"Walk Away" by Ben Harper: "With so many people to love in my life,/Why do I worry about one?/But you put the 'happy' in my 'ness.'"

*"Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World: This song is one of those ones that just gives you an awesome feeling. I found the sound quality of the YouTube videos pretty weak, though.

Any more suggestions? Did I make you a new fan of any songs/musicians?

14 January 2009

Meniscus Chronicles

Leipzig has been reeeeeally cold. Record cold, apparently, but I haven't noticed because I've been sitting inside dealing with a meniscus injury. I have, however, noticed the snow. Snow never stayed more than a few hours last year. But check out these pictures.

The view from my window:











The smoke from the chimney is to be seen even during day (compared to this):













The view driving back to my apartment after a visit to the doctor:












The Elster river, frozen over:












There's nothing like slick streets and sidewalks to keep someone with a bum knee inside. Luckily, I've had lots of loving people to help me. My roommate picked up some medicine and books from the library. Jenny has been taking me to doctor's appointments and seminars, as well as to the grocery store.

Me waiting for Jenny to help me out of the car and over the snow (oh, and one thing I've learned--no matter what anyone thinks, when one leg has to be kept straight, it makes no sense to go bum first because you can't turn and have your leg fit, it has to be legs first):












Jenny (that's my apartment building behind her--my window is about where her purse strap meets up with her scarf, the car was exactly where the car covered in snow is standing in the picture above):












Brother Fingerle picked me up for church. Literally. Can you see me slung over his shoulder?














Aaron took out the garbage. Antje put on my socks, wrapped my leg, and fetched things for me. Oh, and they didn't complain about my freezing apartment, but toughed it out.












The Dixons picked me up for the first week of church, Sister Fingerle took me to a class and the Relief Society president picked me up, and Dani (my visiting teaching partner) is picking me up this Sunday.

I went to the sport injury doctor on Monday. He told me to stop using the brace, to walk as much as possible, to keep taking pain killers, to ice my knee (yeah right, when the weather is already -10 degrees?), and to come back in two weeks if it was still a problem and then he'd be sure the meniscus was torn. That wasn't very reassuring, but I've been trying. At least falling asleep is easier because my leg can be a bit more comfortable, but I wake up when I turn, because it hurts. My knee is really stiff and swollen, but I keep moving it. I can't believe how weak it is after ten or eleven days without use--it wants to collapse every time I walk and just unbending it after sitting for five minutes makes me feel arthritic.

When I take my socks off, my leg is lumpy because of the swelling (no, that is not my knee).















My foot is also looking quite nasty because all the blood from the injured blood vessels has drained down to it, leaving it blue.

12 January 2009

American English=Cowboy Language

It has come to that. American English sounds like cowboy language to me. My own English doesn't, of course, but when I hear other peoples' English, I think, "Cowboy."

Thus, I found it hilarious when, during the Primary Program in December, some girls acted out missionaries and purposely used American accents. I think I scared some of their fun making away when I asked them to repeat it for the camera, because it's not as strong, but I still think it's funny.

09 January 2009

Sleepless

The air around me is moving in mysterious cold wanderings, as if there's an air conditioner on. But who sets the AC to "misty, -14 degrees Celsius," as recorded by the nearest weather station? And who has an AC in Germany?

Lying on my back, my thoughts flit from one thing to the next as I try to distract myself from that feeling that I will explode if I'm not able to bend my leg soon. My foot is so cold, but I can't exactly massage warmth into it when I can't bend my leg and trying to reach it puts stress on my knee.

My window, curtainless as always, frames a clear blue sky, decorated by the eight or nine snowflakes I have cut out of scrap paper and taped to the window. I can see that the moon is very bright, though it is not in my line of vision--it must be near full. Its light silhouettes the smoke rising from the neighboring apartment building, the only thing moving in my small perception. A single star steadily holds my gaze.

But these things can't hold my interest. My swollen leg is twitching; it wants some freedom! I go back to wondering if it's better to have pain, itching, or discomfort. I again decide on the pain. At least then you can get so tired out, you have to sleep. At least then you can take meds that will help you. But this--this is comparable to the time that you had Tinnitus and you thought you were going to go insane. Just thinking about these two hopeless situations is enough to make me feel like throwing up, and I roll to my side, leaving the bum leg where it was.

People told you that this week was intensely cold, that Leipzig broke records for being colder than in the last twenty years. -21 degrees Celsius. Somehow you didn't notice, though your apartment couldn't have been much warmer. It was probably good for the swelling.

I start to think about how I miss Neosporin. The gel I've bought here is not comforting. I try to laugh when I think about how dragging a leg has caused a three-foot trail of dust and hair to follow me around. I think about how dirty the apartment currently is and how hard it is to do anything about it. There will be a party here tomorrow--today, and it depresses you to think how few people are most likely going to show up despite the large number of invitations that went out.

Your back is quite mad at you. First you buy a dinky mattress that it's supposed to deal with for two years. Then you have problems with it and figure you'll do something about it after Christmas. Christmas has come and gone and now you torture it by sleeping on it by night (it's always hated that) and making it sit slanted as it supports a raised leg by day.

Looking again at the star, I wish to share this view and pull out my ever-ready camera. Fiddling with the shooting star setting, the first picture looks good except for the very-obvious smear of bird poop that showed up on your window while you were in der Schweiz. Wishing you had gotten rid of it earlier, you rise (with difficulty), and open the window. Using wetted toilet paper, you rub away at the smear, but you forget that in weather like this, you're not going to get anywhere--it just freezes immediately.

After closing the window, and stiffly making it back into bed, I realize that opening the window to clean it didn't change the temperature of the room, it just temporarily fogged up the window and left a bigger smear. Nevertheless, I take another open-shutter picture and realize that it's so quiet I can hear when the shutter closes.

More than an hour has passed. Should the doctor really have wrapped the leg so tight that the unwrapped swollen parts bulged? My knee, my back, my leg, my knee. Side to side. Wishing you could cry.

You wonder why you like the mix of first and second person and if you'll like this post in the morning--the real morning, the morning where you think, "That was nice, I wish I could sleep for 8 more hours." You also wonder when you'll decide to post the post, close the laptop, put away the camera, and try to sleep again.

The shutter clicks.

07 January 2009

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

To entertain you:

Swiss Gardening Boot Camp

Some Mickey Mouse shoes I happened upon that I loooooooove (who'd a thunk?):
















Pride and Prejudice on Facebook! Seriously worth looking at, whether a Pride and Prejudice fan or not, so I'll post it here for your enjoyment:

Austenbook


Some nice 2008 music tips from Melissa Newman (Jason's wife).

A touching New York Times article.

Did you know "My Favorite Things" was one of my favorite songs when I was in elementary school? I've never even seen Sound of Music. But I've discovered that unless it's sung just right, it can be scary. Like Julie Andrews. Or this lady. Or these slowies. Or schizophrenic. Okay, so I couldn't find a version that fits the happy, upbeat way I sing it. But this jazzy version was pretty good.

Here is a cool article with a mention of Aaron's family (he grew up in Mittweida, a very small town that has a huge ward basically because of his ancestor).

A list (with links) of the best new short stories from the LA Times blog.

The loveliest [Mormon] missionary tract ever printed.

I do live in the city of Bach, so I just thought I'd throw this one in:


05 January 2009

2009: Off to a Great First 24 Hours

You know the new year is going to be great, when

-at the strike of midnight, your friend jumps to cheer, and in doing so, knocks your sparkling cider all over your ball gown.

-a few minutes later, someone else drops their sparkling cider, which makes the previously-unsticky half of you sticky. (Oh how I hate being sticky.)

-you just can't seem to get anyone to dance with you (even getting a no when doing your own asking) and feel lonely, like you did last New Year's.

-you go sledding on New Year's Day and end up canceling your plans to visit friends, canceling all the rides you were going to give people, canceling your rental car, paying for someone to take the train so you can ride in someone else's car, and going home a day early because your leg looks like this (and you have similar-looking bruises all over from the fight with a fence):















Yes, there's also a section of open wound, that happened through a pair of thermal pants, a pair of fleece pants, and a pair of ski pants (no, Amy and Mom, no one had to cut through my pants).

Just moments after taking the last picture of yesterday's post, we came to an especially icy curve and were unable to slow down or turn fast enough, which sent us hurtling into a fence meant to keep people from flying off a cliff. As I was on the ground groaning, Alexa said, "Another sled's coming! Move!" and yelled to them to go slow. However, they also couldn't stop and we got run over by two guys who ended up helping me slowly down the mountain.

I'm just glad I shaved my legs for the ball on Wednesday. Okay, and that I still got to ski and go snowshoeing and dance before it happened. And that it wasn't worse, like the guy whose screams I heard even while listening to my iPod in the emergency room. He broke both bones in his lower leg and had to have surgery and stay in the hospital for five days.

The emergency room staff gave me three cool x-rays of my knee, an enormous leg brace, an admonition to have a checkup with a doctor in Leipzig in a week, and a verdict of a strained meniscus. Here I am showing off my leg brace on my mattress that a friend brought down from my bunk bed so I could actually get into bed:












People have been really nice to me--giving me their elbows to lean on, going shopping for me, etc. You should see how swollen the thing is now, and it just keeps getting bluer/yellower/greener/purpler (I tried to take a picture of it, but it just didn't do it justice).

The year can only get better, right?

04 January 2009

New Years YSA Conference 2008-2009 in Elm, Switzerland

I met up with these guys in Zollikofen to drive to Elm.













We requested Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up" (Daniel was the DJ) and all sung along:





I was so excited to see Alexa there, and it was so nice of her to bring her skis for me (she wears the same size shoe). Here we are getting ready to hit the slopes on Saturday!













Here's Alexa a few minutes later praying to the ski gods to let Michelle get better at skiing or at least to keep moving. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly became intimidated by this mountain and was almost paralyzed most of the time. Shameful. It also didn't help that I was stuck with gloves that soaked through with water and then froze into blocks of ice. Very pleasing, especially when my thumb was so cold that it hurt when I tried to warm it up.













At least I had lots of opportunities to take beautiful pictures as I sat down along the way. Seeing mountains again seriously warmed my heart.
















That evening, before the dance, we had fun writing and drawing all over the message board. I even added the music to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."













On Sunday, we had sacrament meeting on a snowy hill.
























This was the view:













An area seventy, Elder Weidmann, gave a great fireside which was more like a discussion on the conference's theme scripture, which also happens to be my favorite scripture: Jacob 6:12. I love Jacob. As I'm fond of saying, he's totally underrated.

I decided to do some snowshoeing on Monday. Totally worth it.
















We were so warm at the top and the view was so amazing that no one minded eating sandwiches in the freezing cold.













Wow. So this is what happens when you don't have snowshoes on--you start sinking, surrounded by beauty.













This guy just suddenly decided to stand beside me. If I were a little more warmly dressed like he is, I might be able to claim that I was at the Everest base camp or something.
















Just one more picture with the beautiful mountains in the background, followed by two videos.



















Family night was followed by a dance that was pajama-party-themed. I loved having people ask me who "Reed" was (I had on my family reunion t-shirt).













We played Werewolves and Dippity, Dippity, Dip with a big group of people. We decided to invite the French-speaking YSAs to join us. It was hilarious to hear them trying to say "Dippity." Sometimes it was "Deepity" and sometimes it was "Beebeedee." The girl and three boys on the further side of the circle are the French-speaking ones:





Tuesday, I hit the slopes again and was glad I'd done it. I was able to ski a lot faster. Vera and I made a good skiing pair because we skied at about the same speed and cautiousness. Plus, I had "borrowed" warm, waterproof gloves from the shelf outside of our room. The best adventure was when we went to the very top of the mountain and discovered it was a very steep hill. Vera didn't want to do it though I thought we could schaff it, so we didn't get out of the lift. The whole lift stopped for us to get out, so we had to explain that we didn't want to get out. Then at the bottom, there was no where to get out, so we just had to somehow jump out. I skied straight into a cupboard and she into some cement steps, which made loud noises and sent the men shoveling snow running to stop the lift. Ha ha.













So much dancing and skiing gave my feet some lovely and thankfully painless blisters. Unfortunately, not everyone had dirndls for the Älpler dance, but we still looked pretty good.













I found a lot of the Austrian boys quite good-looking, polite, and interesting. I tried on my friend Michael's Älpler hat. The winner of the Älpler contest was a friend from Leipzig!













The next day, Alexa and I had hardcore colds that left us constantly needing tissues and gave me back my intense sore throat. We were also some of the last ones to get off the slopes to get ready for the New Year's Eve ball and found this crazy sign along the way.













Instead of having showering parties like some girls, Alexa and I both avoided crowds in the showers like the plague. I'm getting better at the public showering thing. I just don't think about it and don't make eye contact with people. Unlike some girls, Alexa and I were able to get spiced up pretty quickly. I convinced her to try some of my bronzer and I think it looked really great on her.













I loved the pig decorations (they're good luck, like the peppermint pig I used to smash with my family) and even found a boyfriend to replace the smoker guy. Say hi to Schwänli.













This makes me think of that book Pigs in Hiding.
















The food was pretty good. Tin foil decorations were entertaining.













I just had to have a picture with my friend David who looks like Clark Kent.













Each night when we got ready for bed, we laughed at mascara and eyeliner smears and crazy hair. We stopped laughing once we couldn't sleep because people were snoring and sleeping through their cell phone alarms that went off every couple of minutes. (Seriously, how do they do that? I woke up one girl four or five times to tell her to turn off her cell phone. She always asked, "Whose cell phone?")













Each day, Alexa's bruises from snowboarding down the icy sledding path got bluer. As she put it, "I have dead people knees."
















Although the weather wasn't as warm as the other days, the amazing amount of snow that fell from midnight til morning gave Thursday fabulous powder that allowed me to ski from the highest slope, which was thoughtfully decked with hammocks to give your knees a rest before the long fall. Also, a tip from a Swiss friend the previous day helped me to ski a lot faster and more confidently.













In the evening, though my knees were completely done and I could have slept twelve hours right then, we took a lift to the top of the nearest mountain and sledded down to the bottom. There were amazing stars and we laughed and screamed the entire time. While waiting in line, I told Alexa about Amy's sledding fiasco, which would be ironic in the hours to come . . .













During the second round, we had to stop in the middle (of course this was only possible at one spot where it wasn't so steep or icy). I was such a horrible driver because I had ice frozen on my eyes and couldn't see anything. It was sooooo cold and sooooo amazingly hard to brake.













And the rest of the story tomorrow or Tuesday. If you can believe it, it gets even more exciting . . .

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