As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Today Zach is going to his best friend Luke Tabasso's birthday party. When I asked him yesterday what he wanted to get for Luke he said, "Best friend tee shirts, like Ava and Sarah have."
Talk about uber specific...ridiculously hard to find on short notice, so I suggested we make our own. I said they can say Luke and Zach on them. Zachary wanted them to say "Luke and Zach love each other." I suggested Luke and Zach, Best Buddies. Zach settled for his second choice, Luke and Zach, Best Pals!
So I stayed up late last night ironing letters on shirts. I have to say, peeling the transfer paper from the letters gives you a little rush...similar to squeezing out a giant blackhead. Try it, tell me you don't get a nice high when you realize your ironing technique worked and the paper peels right off seamlessly. Only rice paper thin sunburned skin can beat it, methinks.
Anyway, Zach is extremely happy with how they turned out. I'll say what everyone's thinking, this project seems so out of character for me. But when you see Luke and Zach together, there's not much you won't do to facilitate the unadulterated joy that is their friendship. Even work with puff paint.
On another note, I must share this post from The Oatmeal. It is an email he received, and his responses back. I laughed out loud for real, which I do about as often as I hang chickens from my ears. Eric asked why I was laughing, and I made him read the post. Of course, he didn't laugh at all. Which proves that it's the funniest thing you'll ever read.
My hero is my grandfather, Pop. I love him. Even though I don't get to see him much, because he is in Florida, I still love love him very much because he is a part of our relationship, our family.
Pop is my hero because he taught me how to drive a real motorboat! He is also my hero because I learned about things on the boatride. Pop taught me about booeys and how they are for telling the boatdrivers to not go out to sea anymore. Pop also told me that a lifepreserver was was for if the boat sank, that we would float in the water. Guess how old I was! I was either 4, 5 or 6 so it was really, extremley fun.
Pop isn't my only hero, but he is my best. He taught me how to drive a boat, and I learned. I never forgot that Pop is my best hero, and I never will.
Ava's (Ava, of course, had to illustrate her paper.):
My mom is my hero. She is my hero and I like it that way. I love her very much. I love her being my hero!
She is my hero for a lot of reasons. First, she is my only mom in the whole universe! Every night I do jamies, teeth, and hands. Then I go to the bathroom and get in bed. Mom comes in and tucks me in after that. Then also, when I get hurt, she helps me and hugs me so I am better. Also, every day she does school with me. It is even fun when I play with her! I don't do that much, but I like it!
Well, I love my mom very much. She loves me, too! I will always remember her. I will see her in Heaven when I die, too! I love her very much!
Same Auld Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg. Don't know why, but it's very angsty, which is my go- to emotion. Sentimental never gets me, but angst always will.....
Jack and Jacks are exactly what you are imagining they are. They are Jack and Jill competitions, minus the Jills. Jack and Jack competitions are rare and highly entertaining, so if you have the chance to see one, you're going to want to take it.
I'll give you a secondhand look at a Jack and Jack to whet your appetite. This one took place in Baltimore at the Mid-Atlantic Dance Classic this past March. (Great fun, don't miss this event next year! I was super impressed with Anita Strawser's event running skills...) This Jack and Jack was an Invitational, so all the men competing in it are professionals. You'll see all of my favorites; sister wife #1 Richard, the dance god himself Clive Stevens, my baby brother Sasha Budaska, the dreamy Marc Davidson, Sam Arvidson, Dean Garrish, and the newest Master Mike Zuspan (ooh, you sexy American hips!!), among others.
While all of the guys were fantastic, Clive was UNREAL. He got lucky being paired with the quintessential showman, the legend Dean Garrish, but somehow I think Clive could win over an audience by himself with both feet tied behind his back. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. You ladies need to all take note, this is how you make every audience member and judge in a room watch you and only you, even if you aren't the tallest girl in the room. Clive dances like he thinks he's as tall as Suzanne Mosley. I bow down.....
Sam Arvidson did give Clive a run for his money. Mark Davidson and Sam Arvidson together, kind of delicious I daresay. I mean, Sam on Mark's shoulders and they're just about tall enough for me! Normally I would call foul on Sam for stealing Richard's original partner, but I can't really fault him. I'd steal Mark from Richard too, every day of the week and twice on Sunday without a second thought.
Anyway, enjoy the hilarity, but please excuse my very unladylike hooting and hollering. And my head squishing. Jack and Jacks get me a little riled up.
The Mosley kids singing and doing sign language in church yesterday. Zach's in the front row on the right, Cole and Ava are in the back row on the left.
This was church service #2 for us yesterday. We've decided to go back to CCV, so we attended their Easter service first, before Tri-County's. Was good to be back....Brian Jones may be out to lunch on some things theologically, but he does it for me. If I can't listen to Bob Lewis every Sunday morning, Brian Jones is my backup. Theological opposites they may be, but identically chock-full of what gets to me: Passion mixed with intelligence tossed with amazing stage presence.
May your Easter be filled with an abundance of joy and hope...as full as Colson imagines the basket he chose to leave out for the bunny to fill will be. (I mean, seriously Cole?? THAT'S your basket???)
(say the following in a cockney accent in your head, sounds even better)
Sometimes in life you meet people who inspire you, sometimes in life you meet people YOU want to inspire, and sometimes you just want to fuckin' stab yourself. - Jamie Oliver
Don't miss Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution on abc. Best show on television. Find season 1 online and watch it as well.
Your mission this morning, should you choose to accept it, is to find and destroy the bumblebee in Ava's bedroom. If you cannot find it, you must convince her that it has escaped her room, and convince her well enough that she will stop sleeping on Colson's bedroom floor.
Godspeed, my friend.
(This message will self-destruct in 5......4.........3.......)
I may have mentioned before, but my children are obsessed with Veggie Tales. There is one episode called Madame Blueberry something or other. In it, the vegetables all speak with French accents, which Ava can mimic perfectly. Sometimes she'll speak with that accent all day long.
I was telling Eric about her French accent last night, and Ava heard me. She wouldn't do the accent for Eric, but she ran out of the room and came back with these papers. I call them RoseAvaStone. French 101. You just say these words, and make your voice go from low to high.
Last night the kids, Eric and I were laying around talking about dreams we've had. Cole told us about a dream he had where he was holding onto a bunch of balloons flying through the sky. He ran into a flock of geese and the balloons all popped.
As he was falling, he remembered he had a gun that would shoot out your wishes. So you would pull the trigger, and say what you wanted and it would come true. So Cole pulled the trigger and said, "I want to be safe!"
Then Cole says to us, "It must have heard me wrong, because I turned into a safe".
:)
At which point Zachary, who'd been trying to tell his dreams (which were just stories he'd make up on the spot) to no avail because we were making him wait for his turn, ran into the hallway to pout. When I yelled out and asked him what was wrong he yelled back, "No one is getting me ANY attention!!!!!!!"
P.S, he'd already had his moment in the sun earlier in the night, when at the dinner table he had us all convinced that the last time he was at my mother's house alone, she'd caught a squirrel with her bare hands and let Zachary pet it. He really had us going until I said let's call gramma and have her tell us the story. He said, "Tricked ya!" then ran away to hide, half embarrassed, half proud of himself.
Still working on my laptop problems. Something is wrong with the a/c adapter jack. I've tried 3 different a/c adapters and none of them have worked. So we have a dead laptop and no way to charge the battery. Eric's going to try taking the a/c adapter jack part out and messing with it...otherwise we may have to get a new laptop and figure out how to transfer the info from the hard drive if we can't even charge up the battery.
