When It’s Crazy, It’s Cray-ZEE!
What up, my peeps? How y’all done doing?
I was thinking the other day. The one conclusion I came up with is that when I turned 26, my life exploded. Like a firework. (Baby, you’re a firework) Mostly good things, some bad.
My mom and grandma were in a car accident just over a week ago. Car was totaled. Mom has a broken collarbone, whiplash, and some nasty bruising on her legs (hi Mom). Grandma has a fractured sternum, and open gashes on her legs. She’s 87. As stubborn as ever. The morning after the accident she declared to my aunt that she “was bored.” They played rummy for a few hours, because that is one of my grandma’s greatest joys in life. That, and scrapbooking. And birds. If you think of it, say a prayer for them, please. There’s stress and emotions and broken bones involved so things feel a little messy right now.
On Saturday I had a booth at a local expo. Dad stopped by, so I made him take some pictures.
It was the slowest day ever. But I made two sales thanks to Jim, the carpet cleaning man.
And thanks to Mark, I just finished reading The Passage by Justin Cronin. OH. MY. HONKING. WORD. People. Go read it. You can thank us later.
And finally, the best news of all, what you’ve been waiting to hear….
IT’S PAULA MOORE’S HONKING BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s old now. But she can still shake her booty. 
What’s that? You said you want another picture?
Happy Monday everyone!
Monday Humor
I check in with failblog.org (G-rated version) every once in awhile, and it can be vastly entertaining. Here’s what I found today:
Love it. Hope it makes you smile.
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It’s Too Good to Not Share.
I have been walking around lately with such a light heart and smiling and laughing more than ever. Yesterday after talking with Connor for just a few minutes he said, “Miss Sarah, why do you smile so much?” which made me burst into laughter and hug him.
I figured it out.
I have been given the gift of joy. Not just happiness, but joy. This is why I delight so much in the small things. This is why children and what they say and do make me laugh so easily. That is why even when I have down and dark periods (hello, 2011) I can still laugh at Andy’s jokes, and I still search out the humor in life. God knew what he was doing when he put me in the family I’m in…talk about endless entertainment.
Something I’ve always had trouble with is when I’m babysitting, and the parents don’t react to something funny or cute their kids are doing. I feel pity for them in that moment. If you can’t find joy in the small things of life, how do you enjoy the great things?
For too long I have felt silly and childish because of how much I laugh at things. I can’t help it though. It is who I am and I feel like I can embrace it, now that I know it’s a gift from God.
By the way, Sarah in the Bible is recorded as laughing.
Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart. Psalm 37:4
You will show me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy, at Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11
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Audrey Assad – Wish You Were Here
Any Pink Floyd fans out there? I’d never heard their version before Audrey’s, but I’m partial to hers. Enjoy.
Please buy her stuff!
ConverCon-Part 4
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve posted fun Connor sayings. I have not been diligent with recording what he says, so I hope this post makes up for it. Since I last posted about him, he turned four and I was invited to attend his Star Wars themed party. It was off the chain folks. I even wore a Star Wars shirt to it, which made me pretty popular with the (four-year-old) boys.
Today I decided to interview him so you all can get to know him. After the second question he got really into it, and we had such a blast with this. Enjoy. Anything I said is in italics.
1. What’s your name?
C-o-n-n-o-r.
What’s your middle name?
C-*-*.
That’s your last name. Didn’t you say William last week?
Oh yeah! Connor William Cox.
2. How old are you?
Four.
3. What color are your eyes?
What?
No, I’m asking if you know what color your eyes are.
Oh, brown. Yours are green. Daddy’s are brown.
4. What’s your favorite color?
Blue.
5. How tall are you?
*pause* No.
6. Who’s your favorite superhero?
Batman! And Robin. I love both of them. SUPERMAN! And the Hulk and Green Lantern. Wonder Woman and Captain America.
7. What’s your favorite movie?
Star Wars
8. What’s your favorite show?
Jake and the Neverland Pirates
9. Who’s your favorite person?
My dad and my mom. And my sister.
10. What’s your favorite sport?
Baseball.
11. Who’s your favorite Bills player?
Ryan Fitzpatrick.
12. Who’s your favorite babysitter? (don’t judge)
Miss Sarah!
13. Who’s your favorite teacher?
Miss Briana.
14. Who’s your favorite Jedi?
Luke. Wait…no, yeah, Luke.
15. What’s your favorite thing to do at the park?
Swings and go down the slides.
16. What’s your favorite color light saber?
Blue and green, that’s what color eggs I got for Easter.
17. What’s your favorite animal?
Horsies and ponies.
18. What’s your favorite sandwich?
Peanut butter fluffernutter.
19. What’s your favorite drink?
Chocolate milk!
20. What’s your favorite day?
When Miss Sarah’s here. (He got a huge hug and kiss for that.) And when my Nanny and Pap Pap are here.
So that concludes the interview portion of this post. That kid is so stinking cute. A few minutes after we finished, he was reading his answers from upside down, and noticed the ‘no’ to the question of how tall he is. He then asked, “Miss Sarah, why did I not know my password? Why did I say no?” Lol, password?!
Oh, also his dad told me the other day that he offered Connor some coconut milk to try for the first time. Connor tried a sip and said, “Dad, did you really pay for this stuff at the store?!” So, I don’t think he’s a fan.
My favorite little Jedi.
Working so hard on his color wheel.
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Whoopsidaisies
I’d like to apologize profusely to the woman who witnessed the wind take my skirt in a northerly direction earlier today. Terribly sorry about that.
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The Time I Hid my Piano Lesson Books
While my family lived in Iowa my parents decided that all three of us kids would take piano lessons. I was six at the time and Matt was eight (Andy started once he turned six as well). I still remember the day that the piano was delivered- we were so excited. I’m sure we drove our parents nuts with all the banging and playing on it.
Our piano teacher was a woman from our church, Mrs. Palmer. We all loved her so much. Maybe partly because she would bring us things like animal crackers which we normally didn’t have, and any Knaack’s love is easily bought with food. She was very patient with us and a great teacher. So of course at some point, I don’t really know when, I started to not like to practice. Being told that you have to sit and practice piano when you could be playing outside with your friends was such agony.
I came up with a brilliant plan one morning before a lesson. I had not practiced nearly as much as I should have the week earlier, which is why I was so dreading it. It occurred to me that if I hid my lesson books, the lesson couldn’t happen. Such a good idea! I carefully picked a couch cushion (in the same room as the piano, not smart) and shoved a stack of my piano books underneath. I’m sure it was obviously noticeable, but in my mind I had just gotten myself out of that week’s lesson.
Mrs. Palmer arrived and after Matt played, it was my turn. I remember being very nervous, because I knew I had to play the scene perfectly so that I didn’t have to play the dreaded piano. Ah, youth. Again, Mrs. Palmer is the kindest woman. She patiently asked me where my books were. When I responded that Andy must have hid them on us, I don’t remember her laughing or even twitching an eye. Instead, she told me that we should look for them. I definitely had not seen that coming (laughing so hard right now) so I started to check and look ever so carefully under all the chairs and stools in the living room. Within about a minute I heard her say, “Sarah, I found them! They were right under this cushion.” I’m sure my face fell. The lesson went on and I’m sure I stumbled through it.
But reader, I learned my lesson, and I never again hid my piano books.
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Done and Done
I just unsubscribed from both online dating services that I was using. I think what pushed me over was the 55-year-old guy who said he was interested last night. Plus gobs of other reasons. Guess I’m going to have to meet someone the old-fashioned way.
Little Emma Bug
You guys. My favorite smell in the world is clean baby+sunscreen. And guess who smells like that?
Little Miss Emma.
I cannot stop kissing those cheeks! Here’s to cute babies everywhere. Love my job.
