The Mosbys in China

Why You Should Judge Me

I took this picture of my self while laying on the floor.

My forehead is boasting some nice pimples in this picture.

But I still like it.

I have a golden retriever, roll around with her, and still wear black almost every day.

I rarely use a lint brush.

My roots are like 6 inches long.

I drink Starbucks every.single.day.

I let my dog lick my face.

I have to do double takes for "your" and "you're" to figure out which one is right in a post.

I recently posted about my dead fish, and referred to his bowl as his "bowel" about 12 times.

I watch The Office reruns almost every day.

I have a mug on my desk that says "My Mom My Friend"

I pick my split ends & sometimes want to keep the hairs with 15+ splits.

I have split ends.

My arms are much jigglier these past 6 months.

I've felt less self hate this past year, despite the statement above.

I still struggle with self hate.

I ate a scorpion and liked it.

I'm blogging while on the clock.

I do blog posts with a gazillion pictures of my dog.

I make in appropriate comments all the time.

I love, love, love Jesus.

I quite literally think my husband is the best husband in the world.

I want to read L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad real bad.

I look up "sea creatures" and the "strangest animals in the world" quite regularly.

I used to look up & check out books about crop circles & the Loch ness Monster.

I'm pretty much obsessed with Harry Potter.

I get obsessed with things easily.

I love change.

I have an anxiety disorder.

I live in China but complain about never traveling.

I could sleep everyday for 12+ hours if I didn't have a job.

I love running.

I stopped labeling my posts a long, long time ago.

I really want to go to this Island, Socotra, and will probably blog about it in the near future.

I shamelessly stole this idea from one of my favorite blogs Living in Yellow.

What can I j~~udge~~ love you for today?

Because really that's what all this is, right?

All those little quirks that make you "you," make life with you more interesting,

or are just part of your story & how God is molding you.

I'd rather love those things than judge them.

But that's just me. Go ahead and judge me for all the things above.

Okay. okay. Please love me. ;)

Hall of Fame

I was, once again, am lacking ideas for today's post.

{I'm lacking brain cells lately... not because I'm doing drugs or something,

just from the general lack of sleep by night & being a Primary School Teacher by day.}

But the oh so lovely Malorie

pointed me in the right direction.

The Blog Every Day in May Challenge

There's a gazillion,

okay not a gazillion,

but 31 days of fabulous blogging ideas.

I want to respond to all of them in one sitting!

It's like I'm in school again and have writing assignments,

except way more fun. :)

Keeping up with the Jones',

i.e. all the beautiful bloggers taking on this challenge,

finds me at today's topic,

The Best of...

or all my FAVORITE posts on this little ole' blog of mine.

This is perfect,

because I've never really done one of these,

and every one needs a blogging hall of fame, right?

Call me pompous since I wrote all the following,

but here they are,

my own little Hall of Fame babies.

That post about that time Zachary called us all jerks for shoving cookies

in his mouth while he was sleeping.

The Mosby's Bizarre Foods videos
Why we Love Starbucks
Making Goat Cheese

Your Local Qingdao Walmart

Chinese Valentine's Day

Tuesday Tidbits

I actually love all of the Tuesday Tidbit Posts.

I just appreciate having posts that seem random but cover our past week.

Here's a few:

So long & pictureless {inviting, right?} but from the heart

Lao Shan

Amazingly Delicious Ranch Burgers Recipe

Thursday Throwbacks

That attempt I had at starting something weekly on the blog.

It still turned out to be a good compilation of photos from the last few years, though.

Poop Face to Road Kill Lover

Because it's just funny.

And the Fire's Still Burning

Our 4 Year Wedding Anniversary

A Fourth of a Century

What's in your bag??

Cribs

Take a Tour of our last 3 apartments overseas!

When I lack Words

How to Grow Your Blog

What's your favorite blog posts?

Leave me the link, so I can read it!!

The Last Days of Porto

I came home the other day and saw Chara sniffing something on the floor

which I assumed was a leaf.
I assumed wrong.

It was not a leaf,

but in fact our gold fish, Porto.

First Day in his bowl

What's wrong with me that I didn't first assume it was our fish?
On the freaking floor!?

Sweet Chara only sniffed him, though.
I guess she's not really in to eating things while they're still moving.
Though, that might have been a better way for him to go.
That's quick.

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He was just laying there,

with one fin slowly flapping.
Seeing he was still alive,

I quickly picked him up and gave him CPR.

Just kidding.
I threw him back in to his fish bowl,
which happens to be better than CPR for a fish
in case you were curious.

Then, I called Zachary into the room and told him what happened.
As I was telling him,
suicidal Porto,
jumped out of his fish bowl AGAIN.
Right on to the table.
The fish went A-Wall.
But we quickly, put him back into his bowl, which apparently feels like a prison to him.

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Because I think it's kind of....disrespectful taking pictures of a fish while he's dying,

you'll have to settle with cartoon pics.

We noticed his tail was missing quite a few chunks out of it.
Thinking Chara maybe did like eating dying fish,
we inspected the scene.
And found pieces of his tail
dried up and stuck to the side of the bowl!
Ya. I know, this story is getting crazy.
Then, through much investigation we came to a conclusion.

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Try to keep up,.;)
Porto,
jumped over the side of the bowl,
slid down the side, and his tail got stuck.
Then he flipped out, literally, and part of his tail tore off, leaving 3 flakes on his fish bowl.
Then as he was flipping out he
made his way off the table,
and flopped around a few more feet until,
at last,
his one little fin was all that could flop,
which is where Chara found him.

The first day back in the bowl,
we thought maybe he'd do okay.

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But by day two, he looked
straight up Zombie fish.
All his scales were pealing off of him, even off his eyeballs.
Then he started turning over.
He'd try to fight it at first but eventually he just stopped fighting
& just swam around up-side-down or chilled out on the marbles.
You know when your fish is using the marbles at the bottom of his bowl as a pillow you have a problem.

Day 3 we found him up-side-down at the bottom of the bowl
with like a cloud of fish scales around him,
glazed over eyes and an open mouth.

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He looked real Zombie then.

So, that was the end.
Good bye Porto.
Thanks for living longer than any other gold fish we've had.
You'll be missed.