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Every other morning or so, Archimedes simply demands, that we have a tea party. Most days we’re just using dry tea, so he demands the tea’s variety according to box color. “Medes want Greeeen box Daddy!” (mint tea) or “No, Daddy, Medes want yellow box. I, I, I, don’t want Greeeen box.” (chamomile tea) It’s all very adorable, and I can never turn him down.

However, since becoming raw foodists, the idea of pouring boiling water over my tea bags, seems downright sacrilegious. In fact using processed tea bags at all, seems like a violation of protocol. Soon the raw gods will reign terror upon my abdomen.

So, Archimedes and I decided to make sun tea. We used fresh mint leaves that Sara got from Southeast Asia Supermarket. Which by the way has got to be the best Asian Market, east of Asia.

We put the leaves and honey into a mason jar, then added a heaping scoop of local raw honey. We then covered the leaves and honey with fresh well water. We get our well water from the 800 South Artesian Well Park in Salt lake City, where you can get free well water everyday, from four constantly flowing water spewers.

After the Tea sat on our back patio for 4 or 5 hours, it was ready for drinking. I mixed in a little raw milk from Huckleberry Dairy. Then BANG, Raw sun tea, complete with flavor to the max ™!

Archimedes loves this tea so much, that he insists on having his tiny tea cups, full at all times. “More tea daddy, more tea!”

We had the bulk of the tea in reserve, in the big pitcher. Although Archimedes insisted it be poured each time into the tiny pitcher, before being then poured into cups.

It was a very long process.

My cup was the tiny pink cup. I wanted the yellow one, but Archimedes insisted that the yellow one was his. Then I tried for the blue cup, which he promptly insisted, was his as well.

Apparently I need to work on my “Masculinity” before I’m allowed use of either of the “cool” cups.

The last image is an angle, that Archimedes simply demanded be taken, and be uploaded to the blog.

So long, and I hope you all enjoy making Sun Tea as much as we do!

Every month or so, I get a wild hair that I could be a healthier person and increase my chances of living forever, by doing some wildly healthy new thing. The latest such idea included a gym membership.

Now, I realize that to most people, going to gym is the first and most obvious move toward a healthier lifestyle. For Sara and I, we figured a little time away from Sr. Cranky Pants would do wonders for our newly wrinkled faces and graying hair.

Our gym membership comes with free babysitting, which gives us an opportunity to play board games or just read books.

Gyms must make a fortune off of new parents.

It’s the most wonderful thing ever, to just be able to drop off our child on unsuspecting drop in day care attendants. They have to pretend that it’s their pleasure too!

Oh, all those times I sat at home bored to tears, trapped, listening to Sara talk about her knitting. Now I can go to the gym, and sit in the lobby… Trapped… listening to Sara talk about her knitting… PLAYING PARCHEESI

Parcheesi, possibly the best bored came ever invented (not to mention way more fun without Archimedes trying to drop the play pieces through the heat register.

Happy Joy Joy!

Hey Everybody! I got me a new camera. Now I’m going to be taking all kinds of pictures. I’d take a picture of my camera, but then it would be all reversed in a mirror or some such.

In the end I took a picture of myself.

Hello… this is me. Age 25.

Anywho, I’ve written this survey about me and my wife.

Follow the link, you’ll laugh yourself silly.

Click Here to take survey

My wife Sara just had her one year blogiversary on IbbySkibby.com She was so excited to be able to write all about a year of writing.

Then it occurred to me “why wait a year?” I’ll have my anniversary now. HAPPY 169 DAYS! or HAPPY !^( DAYS (if you just hold the shift key too long, rather then using caps lock.)

So in honor of this momentous occasion, I figured I’d go back and reflect like an old man telling war stories. Mostly lies.

First I’d like to thumb my nose at all those people who said a blog was too much work. That I’d never have the follow though, to make it to my first Blogiversary. In all ya’ll’s faces. Here I am blogniveraryin’ it!

Next I’d like to thank Eric Lowry who host’s my page. Thus allowing me to be a part of the real blogging world. Not one of these people who posts on all those other free services like blogspot.com, or wordpress.com. Thanks to Eric, I’m a real live blogger. I don’t make money worth a damn, but damn I have a real web address.

Next I’d like to thank my loyal fans. The ones like my wife, and Jeremiah. They are my favorite kind of fan. The ones who fear divorces, and broken friendships. Good job guys, keep reading or else.

I’d like to thank Archimedes. Thank him for all the cuteness, bitterness, and awesomness. Its your relentless pestering that allows me to have some reason to hide from you and write my blog.

I’d also like to thank Whinne the Pooh for babysitting Archimedes while I write my post.

Thanks Pooh.

It’s 2009. The world has changed a lot in one single year.

We all made New Years resolutions yesterday. I figured I’d share a few:

My top ten Resolutions:

10- Actually work on last years resolutions.

9- Try not to make fun of other peoples resolutions.

8- Maybe just back off a little, on teasing the neighbor’s dogs.

7- Shoot that rooster.

6- Brush regularly, (not just say I do).

5- Only fold and put away Sara’s clean clothes.

4- A dog door does not count as a walk.

3- Wash the baby’s face.

2- Shower daily.

And the number one resolution for 2009…

1- Turn on the baby monitor.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Here’s me and little baby Archimedes.

At this point he’s one day old. (yes, I know I claimed he was born several days ago, two years ago, but it’s the holidays and time stands still when I tell it to.)

He’s so very tired. Yesteryear he’d just plowed his way down the birth canal. Just about took the whole canal with him too. Luckily our very skilled midwife was able to reattach Sara’s legs.

Little did we know, that this was the last time we would ever sleep through the night. Neither Sara, nor I had expected to be woke up every night, every hour, for two years to the sound of Booby, Boobidy, Boobdy Booobdee!

Aw, the little things in life we never cherished until we lost them. Like going to the bathroom without upsetting the little “rule maker.”

Yes, it was all smiles and happiness two years ago.

… and you know what?

It still is!

Last night I had the most incredible dream.

In the dream I was apologizing to an ex-girlfriend, we’ll call her… Moonbeam… Moonbeam Smytherton. I was apologizing for not attending her best friend’s funeral. (which was sort of crummy of me, and I really do feel bad about that one.)

Anyway, in the dream, while I’m apologizing, Moonbeam starts trying to seduce me. In the middle of this attempted seduction, she insults my wife.

Then I punched her in her face. POW! Right in the kisser. In the dream, it even made the original Batman POW sound.

Oh man, it felt so good to sock her good, (in dream land of course).

It was so refreshing, I’d have liked to wollup her a good one in the real world too, but in the dream world, it was way less illegal.

Later on, in the dream, her brother (we’ll call him… Greg… Greg Smytherton.) He was real mad about the sockaroo that I gave his baby sister, so he came over all upset like. He said to me “you know, that was a real not cool thing you did, thwackin’ my sister good.”

So I thumped him good too.

I was like a regular hero. Thumping up every jerk I’ve ever met.

No, one insults my wife and gets away with it! Not even in my dreams.

Alas, now I’m awake, and I have to go back to being mild mannered Zach Moses. Wouldn’t hurt a fly… well I hate flies, so I’d smash them good. So, maybe a dog, I wouldn’t hurt a dog.

This is my Dad. Wayne C. Moses.

He was born on Christmas Eve, Nineteen Thirty Eight.

Dad was always a little bit upset about being born on Christmas Eve. Throughout his childhood, most of his presents said Happy Birthday/Merry Christmas!

The thing that was most upsetting about this, was the fact that the gifts were never any bigger for having combined the two holidays together, it just made it cheaper, and easier on the gift givers.

Dad Passed away in April of 2007. He fell ill in February, right after Archimedes was born. We went down to see him in the hospital, but we were afraid to bring our new baby into the hospital to meet his Grandpa for the first time. We didn’t know why Dad was sick, and we didn’t want to infect our little guy. I regret this decision very much. Four days later, my dad crashed, and the doctors put him into a drug induced coma to save his life (yeah I know, the coma sounds kind of stupid in retrospect.) Dad never met his new grandson.

This photo was from Christmas of 2007. Dad was eating a giant Hershey’s Kiss that I re-gifted to him from a student at City Academy. Sara and I went down to see my Mom and Dad for Christmas that year at the very last minute. I’m so very glad we did, because it was the last time we saw my dad before seeing him dying in a hospital.

It was all very surreal, I had always expected my father to live until he was well into his eighties or nineties. He had just build a 6 foot stone wall in his backyard a month earlier. Maybe all the times he ate cereal with sour milk, in order to save money finally caught up with him.

I really miss my dad, and it’s always especially hard on Christmas Eve (Dad’s Birthday). I’ll never really be able to associate Christmas with the birth of Santa ever again, Christmas for me will always be the last great time I spent with my Dad.

After the funeral, we all raided Dad’s old things, or new things, since Dad would never use anything if it was “too nice.” The thing that was hardest for me, was that my father never really wrote anything down. So their aren’t many tear jerking journal entries to read. However, my Mom did find a poem that he wrote several years ago. I thought I might share it with everyone as a tribute to my dad.

A Desert Storm

As the dawn broke, morning shadows fled to hide within their caves.

And the cool breeze brought the white clouds in billowing waves.

As the clouds began to fill the sky, and through the air to churn,

They sent a call on the rising breeze for the shadows to return.

Upon the wings of the rising breeze, went the call across the land,

Till shadows — very slow and thick at first, crept across the desert sand.

Suddenly it seemed, for moments , that the elements lost strength.

The call was ceased, the winds died low, and the shadows gained no length.

But the call came back on a racing wind, from the ever darkening clouds,

And the shadows raced across the sand in giant, ominous shrouds.

From the black clouds gushed forth torrents of rain upon the sand,

Which raced across the dryness, like darting fingers of a hand.

Soon appeared deep, gaping gullies filled with raging, swollen streams,

Which pushed and raged against their banks as if to break their seams.

Then as sudden as it started, rains ceased, wind died away —

The furious black clouds parted, letting through the light of day.

The swollen streams receded, like the closing of a palm,

Till accross the desert vastness, crept a hushed and awesome calm.

And now in the calm, all evidence, of the furious storm was gone.

Except for the deep cut gullies, winding on and on and on.

-Wayne C. Moses

We all love and miss you Dad!

We had this beautiful new baby almost two years ago, but I had no blog at the time. So I’ve decided to pretend it just happened, and blog about it now. Hindsight being 20/20, this will give me all sorts of insight into the future.

Sara and I moved to Salt Lake City spring of 2006. We were just freshly married, and decided to put our marriage to the test by moving in with her ex-husband, while we looked for a house… we found one very fast.

Fortunately, this house (purchased in haste) gave our marriage yet another test. Every square inch must be remodeled. The best part, the whole house smells of cat urine, and their feces are everywhere.

As exciting as this all was, Sara is apparently already pregnant at this point!

Nine months pass, Sara almost dies, the midwives bring a pool to the house, and voila new baby.

Little baby Archimedes; born into the dining room of an ex-crack house. It still looked like a crack house, but it was indeed our happy home.

Here he is in the picture, sitting with me, his new dad. His beautiful new dad, no wrinkles, no dark circles, and no frown lines. What a happy day.

Two years later I’ll look like the Emperor from Star Wars. That’s okay though.

Anywho, I figured I could spread the joy of the last two years with everyone… and pretend it’s exciting and new!

Enjoy!

Sara has been laid up for days now. I feel so bad for her …I feel so bad for me. Normally, when Sara gets home from work, she takes over watching Archimedes.

I don’t know how to watch Archimedes at night! Its’ TOTALLY DIFFERENT!

He keeps asking for booby, and I don’t know what to do!

I can’t breast feed him, that’s wrong on so many levels!

What do you feed kids at night? I know breakfast and lunch, but I’ve never been faced with dinner!

Somebody help me! How long can a kid survive sucking on rags dipped in honey?