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.
Ava and Zach were having dinner together the other night. Ava got herself a glass of water out of the refrigerator dispenser and Zach got the jug of milk out to pour himself a glass. The following exchange occurred:
Ava: Do you know what I like about water? You don't have to put it back after it's poured, like you do when you have milk. You can just sit down and drink.
Zach: Do you know what I like about water? My mother's always in it.
I babysat Charlotte for Brooke a few weeks back, and I spent the entire day making her laugh. It's way fun. She laughs when you talk about her poop, which makes her Brooke's daughter for sure. The giggles at around 2:30 are what I would do anything for. But the funniest thing is that I showed Charlotte this video at lunch with Brooke the other day, and Charlotte watched it and laughed at herself. I wish so much that I'd had a second video camera to capture that...
Every night I walk into Ava's room every night to tuck her in and see this picture Eric drew for her taped over her bed, and it's hard to remember why I'm ever irritated at him.
My brother Andrew's birthday video for my mother. These are all houses my parents lived in, and I'm assuming the pictures are superimposed over the actual location where they were taken...
He also worked on the 2012 Remix of Ava's remake of Dynamite.
Zachary got in trouble the other day, Colson told on him and then Eric punished him. Well, Zachary got so mad at them both that he ran up to his room and slammed his door. A few minutes later he came back out, stormed downstairs, grabbed some paper and a crayon, wrote something furiously, then took the paper back upstairs.
I guess he couldn't find any tape to attach the sign to his door in the usual way.
Three exclamation points and a mad face. He wasn't kidding around...
So I've mentioned my husband's greatest gift before; the confidence and speed at which he can turn an argument around on you. Not many people can out-word me, and even fewer can out-confidence me, but Eric Mosley comes closer than anyone.
Here's another great example:
One night Eric fell asleep before me. I was reading, and by the time I was ready to go to sleep, he was snoring like a grizzly bear deep in hibernation. Usually a gentle kick or a little push will be enough to get him to roll over, making the snoring stop.
So I nudged him on the shoulder to make him roll over. He woke up a little bit and mumbled, "Why are you pushing me??"
I said, "I can't sleep because you're snoring so loudly!"
He mumbled, quick as wink though still half asleep, "Well, I can't sleep when you're criticizing me!"
I couldn't stop laughing in amazement at his skill. Even in his sleep he's a word boomerang.
My mother. In her 70+ years she's been a model, an actress, a baton twirling star, a missionary, a pastor's wife, a jewelry salesperson, a dental assistant, a line dance instructor, a motivational speaker, a foster parent, a beauty pageant winner, a Welcome Wagon lady, a seamstress, a funeral director, a choreographer, an interior decorator, a bible study leader and a fashion icon, and a myriad of other things I can't even recall. Renaissance woman is an understatement. A jack of all trades AND a master of them.
I've seen her make a roomful of people laugh and I've seen her make grown men cower. I've seen her inspire women to take charge and speak up for themselves and I've seen her soothe inconsolable newborn babies to sleep. I've seen her open her home to hundreds of foster children and needy adults, and I've seen her always make time for herself. I've seen her love her family while standing up and disagreeing with them completely. I've seen her make a mistake, and I've seen her realize and correct it.
She hasn't always been liked by the world, but she's always been respected. There's no one like her, and that's a damn shame.
Shows that I love. We're starting with New Girl, obviously. The premise: a dorky teacher moves in with three single guys. Nick, a poor bartender. Winston, a small-time basketball star who played on a European team but since his return to the US is having a hard time finding work, and Schmidt, a womanizer with OCD. She quickly earns her way into their hearts with her lovably nerdy ways, and the four of them become best friends.
New episodes air on Fox on Tuesday nights, so normally my Wednesdays are ripe with emails, IM's, and Facebook wall posts from Melissa, Richard, Solomon and Mark R., that consists of random funny New Girl one-liners.
For instance, Melissa will email me and just say, "Why is she dressed like a woman's studies major?" Or Mark R. will post on my Facebook wall, "I'm sorry, but that's how the electoral college works." Or Solomon will IM me from work saying, "I'm going to have to reinstitute my ban on high-waisted shorts."
So to whet your appetites and tempt you to watch the whole season, here are some fun clips, and the lines from them that were left on my voicemail, worked into conversations, and mumbled during dance rehearsal arguments to lighten the mood (always works, by the way). Most of our favorite scenes are not available anywhere easily accessible on the INternet, so you'll have to watch on fox.com or OnDemand, or purchase the first season on amazon.com or iTunes. Or you can do what I do sometimes be a really evil selfish person and download free torrents.
"You want me to do a voice?"
"You look ravishing in your netting contraption.."
"Who washes a towel? The towel washes me!"
"I can taste my spine"
"This is the saddest song....in the woooorrrld.."
"cause the ice in the glass represents the tears from my eyes, dawg"
"I'm like a Dominican teenager playing Little League. It's just not fair for anyone else."
"I'm feeling pretty twirly..."
"What if I had a croissant blog???"
"TWO MOONS HAVE PASSED!!"
"Why do you start talking like a Native American when you get angry?"
"The downstairs neighbor put a password on their wi-fi..."
"I thought he was going to try to sell us something."
"Bees are dying. Don't pretend to know my pain..."
"It's like you're ripping the side block out of my mental Jenga."