and we wonder why they aren't always angels.....

spring break is good times :)

dear self.

why can't you simply do this?

{via Jesus Calling for Kids by Sarah Young}

just curious...

xo,

sanford

happy.

xo

crack. me. up.

Apparently, this is what happens when you are not watching....
(this was found in the form of a slideshow in my e-mail to be printed for 'advertising purposes')

darn it.
i was ready ship them to boarding school, but i guess there's a closer option to home :)

dear shannon.

never in a million years, way back when we were in jr. high and high school and you took me with your mom and peepsy to church did i ever in my wildest dreams realize what that meant...

home.

never in those far away moments did i foreshadow the place where i would get married.

or when we were there did i realize my babies would be baptized there.

it's where i remember going to midnight service with 'eric's' family and friends....my family and friends.

the place that my kids grew up high-5-ing father jay as the went up for communion.

our home on sunday mornings for many years teaching sunday school and making new friends, little and tall.

the place where we made our own new family traditions like:

sunrise service on easter, rain or shine or strep throat or freezing temperatures....

there's nothing like it!

&

making our new family spot in the back row of church with the wiggly knuckleheads.

{i prefer to think of it as if we were sitting in the back of the bus. that's the best seat, right? ;) }

the place where fisch was baby jesus, fred and i were mary and joseph and the boys were shepherds for epiphany one year and on the way there one of the shepherds proceeded to upchuck all over himself in the car, yet ever so conveniently in front of walmart where we proceeded to change the shepherd just in time for his appearance and make a quick getaway.

{one of the many instances where the back row comes in handy, i might add}

okay, i'm starting to ramble, but you get the picture, right?

and randomly {or, actually, probably not} it's the place that i now also call work.

can i just say that there's no other place where you can work sometimes crazy, odd hours and feel like you're not holding it or anything at all together well, but when you take just a moment to stop and treasure who's home you are truly in...

 it's amazing

thank you for introducing me to my heart & my future...

i'm thinking you had some help from higher above :)

xoxo,

your sbf always

dear boys.

thank you for adding to the list of things i never knew i'd say....

"CAN I JUST PEE FOR ONCE BY.MY.SELF????!!!!!
NO ZOMBIE DOGS.
NO SUICIDE BOMBERS.
NO NERFTASTIC LAUNCHES.

JUST ME, THE TOILET AND MY PEE.
please."

yep. i did not really picture myself using that one.

xo,
mamakat

dear samsung.

thank you for making a faulty product and finding every loophole not to make the inexpensive and easy fix yourself.

thank you for making me so unbelievably irritated that it would cost more to fix this few years old, 40 inch hunka rather than buy a new one.

too bad for you that i really, really, really missed my right before bed tv zone out time and was determined to fix this thing myself.

gasp.

did i really just do that?

you bet your sweet self i did!

then, off to my handy dandy work bench i went.

oh, mr. soldering iron, how i've missed you so :)

fast forward about 30 minutes later (well, minus the unexpected added 20 minutes needed to go to radio shack to get new, new capacitors due to some big furry animal that decided they looked like a good snack. nice.)

and, here ladies and gentlemen, is a very happy me. zoning.

ahhhhh.

i'd like to say thank you to my fellow you tubers and radio shack for your help.

and to samsung, suck it™.

yours truly,

sanford

good-bye bacon.

much better says one mamakat.
:)


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dear mister.

can you believe it's just around the corner?

more.

sanford

dear pigeon.

thank you for helping me to face my fears.

(anyone reading this that doesn't have a clue as to my fear,

complete pigeon video and pics will be posted though out.

ps you may need a hearing aid after viewing. apologies.) 

apparently, i am deathly afraid of your type.

your beady eyes and their powerful stare,

you following me everywhere i go,

your evesdropping, you being in my house,

you turning my toilet into your backyard.

but...over the past few days

and, really, the past few weeks

my fondness of you feathered creatures has grown. (ever.so.slightly) 

however! this is by NO MEANS an invitation

to come in again and hangout while we watch man vs food our something.

if that were to occur again, you will then, my friend, become the food.

just sayin. 

to explain my change of heart or my new found courage,

i believe this sweet text from a very dear friend this morning explains how it best...

anne:
As much as you hate that bird. .......superstition says often a loved one that has
passed comes to visit in the form of a bird. Either as a farewell or a
comfort. A smile so to speak. Often they will linger in the house for a while before
leaving with ease.

me:
tears and laughter!
i am totally with you and believe it too...just so happens jack's first words after
we realized he wasn't leaving saturday was, "hey, mom, i think he's papa frank." and
smiled.
sweet boy!

anne:
embrace the bird! 

we love you, frank 

(and thank you, anne!  xoxo) 

here is:

the tale of my pigeon

on a lovely saturday afternoon, while relaxing with friends,

a lone pigeon made himself known.

realizing that this feathered creature did not seem to want to leave,

we made a few gentle efforts to help push him on his way.

after MANY attempts hurling sunglasses, bread, baseballs, nerf darts,

frisbees, and dive sticks, it occurred to us that this pigeon may be hurt.

awwwwweee. poor little guy.

no harm in letting him be for the evening.

he may need the night to rest and be on his merry way.

(or if like jack stated that evening, if it was papa frank,

surely he had seen us, said hello and could see that we were all doing okay.) 

it's now sunday morning.

he's gone, right?

sure he's not.

the days to follow were filled with as much bird drama, comedy

and action, but mostly bird poop, than one can take.

although we wished him to flee, we had now lovingly come to know him as 'major medical'.

major, you have bonded our family in ways i never knew possible.

but... if you feel you must go now.

please, shoo.

we will figure out how to deal with our broken hearts after you are gone.

in fact, i plan to invite my friends; clorex, power-washer and very-large-keg

over as soon as you leave to help heal our broken hearts.

xo, my sweet stalker.

 -sanford 

here are a few memories of our time together

that we shall never forget.....

you can run, but you can not hide.

shoo!

umm, yeah. sure there's some food for you right here in this nice little net. come on in, sir.

alright! time for the big guns (or brooms)! mama kat's makin her move.....s-l-o-w-l-y.

SUCCESS! ...and the aftermath :)

ps.

he's still here,

but back outside :)

dear mom-lady.

me hiding under the table wasn't a clue, huh?

you and your new friend that lives where your face used to be are kinda invading my personal space.

if i put my ears like this and give you really sad, pitiful eyes, might you kindly hit the road with that thing?

thanks,

mosby

dear new camera.

you are the bee's knees. (insert happy sigh)

i really like you.
a lot.

oh the places we will go.
and the people we will annoy.

good times, my friend. good times.

xo,
sanford

ps. thank you, mister!!!
you do realize what you have done, right? :)
xo

dear schedules.

apparently, you are okay as long as not fabricated by a grown-up.

xo,

sanford

dear phone, wi-fi, internet & computer.

you have become my addiction. plain and simple.

without you, i am lost.

you have succeeded in helping me completely lose all normal functions such as thinking for myself, thinking about others and accomplishing any goals (unless reading about accomplishing goals was a goal).

the time has come to wean myself back to humanity and doing things like having actual conversations with people, not know or care that j.lo's getting divorced, not look at things that i'd love to do to my imaginary house one day, and not have my kids ask me if i'm looking at facebook.

ugh. low point.

for i shall miss you.

but, you see, in approximately sixteen days i will be heading here

with these people.

we will:

trek across many a stinky states; pee numerous times; fight over who-sits-where and why-can't-you-stop-kicking-my-chair?!; hear "i'm hungry!" seventeen hundred times along with 'when are we going to be there?''; eat insane amounts of circus peanuts; find our 'vacation song'; try and fail (as usual) to get pictures of the welcome to the state of  ___  signs... all to get to our destination.

and i bet we won't miss our usual two buck pit-stop here.

shortly upon arrival, the unpacking begins...

his

hers

(as long as the drawer shuts, right?)

see.

i haven't needed you yet to do any of those things.

i am determined to free myself from the super glue that seems to have you eternally hooked to my hand and the mush you are turning my brain into.

i need you to check the time and use for an alarm clock. umm, no. that's the lovely thing about my friend, the beach. all i need is time to spend with my family. not to be anywhere else or with anyone else or to do anything else.

i need you to take the thousand billion pictures i take wherever and whenever i am anywhere. well, what do you know, i own this thing called a camera. huh.

i need to text just one more little thing...i'll just stop there. b/c i text like i talk and i ramble....about nothing to anyone who will listen (sorry, you all know who you are). thank you to the seashells and the jellies who will i hunt (and talk to) incessantly to fill this need..."i'm just gonna find one more."

i need to waste more energy on reading up on the world news around us. stupid politicians, violence, idiot celebrities (although i totally spy on them), a bankrupt country, it's going to be freaking hot today and for then next month...DEPRESSING.

i'm pretty sure i will be able to enjoy the news that:

a) my kids are having fun, probably doing this

2) mister will be able to let go and finally be able to some of this

c) that we will be so blessed to be in the presence of simple nature and beauty and stillness like this

so, my dear friends, connected-electronics, i hope you will enjoy your beak as much as i will be enjoying mine.

when we meet again, let's dine over diet coke water and zingers yogurt (okay, maybe i'll just stick with ridding one addiction at a time) to discuss the new and improved terms of our relationship.

until then...

xo,
sanford 

ps.
i totally blame you for this completely obnoxious writer's block i've had!

dear lady.

umm, yeah.
so, how many more days of this homework stuff do we have?

xo,
mosby

ps. also, is that really large water bowl in the backyard going to be ready soon? i noticed it wasn't goopy green anymore. yet, it is not quite the crystal clear thirst quencher i am looking for...
okay, thanks.

dear cole.

here's to you and kickin' lymphoma's butt!

not to mention the perfect texas summer do :)

we love you, arnett family!!!
xo,
the kersting bunch