Five Questions Friday: Eric Approves

I guess I must’ve (finally) asked ‘Eric-approved’ questions, because after two weeks, he submitted answers today! He did not like my questions for the past two weeks and was boycotting my blog! I know! How could he not like any question I ask???

Q: Since you rejected my questions for the last two weeks, what kind of questions do you want me to ask?
Good ones! Like, here’s one you missed this week: What was it like being in the car with you, the dog and your mother for 15 straight hours?

Oh, yeah, that is a good question. What was it like being surrounded by greatness for 15 straight hours?
: It went better than I thought it was going to be. Listening to the Redzone and the various football games on your iPhone was really cool.

Q: Are you jealous that one of your students, Christy, sent me an awesome card and not one to you?
Eric: No. Because she gives me really cool t-shirts.

Q: How big is your head now that you have won another award?
Eric: You’re asking me? I think you would be better to answer that one yourself.

Q: Where are we heading next?
Eric: We have to beat that big “monster” storm coming up the East Coast and head down to Atlanta a day sooner. I still have a few days of shop work to go. So no more questions. (editor’s note: Is he whining? Sounds like he’s whining to me.)

Q: Wait! You’re forgetting your favorite question. What aggravated you this week?
Eric: Oh, I’ve got one.  While repacking the van with the radio on, I drained the battery. I guess it was taking longer than I thought.  Thanks Bill for the use of your portable generator! (editor’s note: Now I am not going to be “that” kind of wife who will respond with a “told you so” or “I warned you about leaving the radio and lights on” or “I told you eventually you would drain the battery”… Nope. I refuse to be that kind of wife and just keep my mouth shut.)

“Morning Song” Sings!

We are finally back home from Chicago and Lansing, Michigan. The Association of Michigan Basketmakers Convention was lots of fun. And I have pictures that I hope to post over the weekend. If I finish all the unpacking, doing laundry and repacking all the same clothes for Monday, when we leave for Eric’s next workshop in Atlanta. A basketmaker’s-wife’s job is never done (was that grammatically correct?)

Sooooo, a small post today bragging about Eric whose exhibit basket, Morning Song, won two awards: Best Art Piece and a Viewer’s Choice Award for professional basketmaker category at the AMB’s Convention! Yah! I have to announce these things because if you talk to Eric, you would never know this. If you asked him if he submitted his basket he would only say “yes” and that’s it. Nothing else. He’s not a good self-promoter. Me? I’m shameless.

Continuing with my “shamelessness,” I wanted to add one of the judge’s notes that was left inside the basket that I was so happy to read aloud to Eric: Rim perfectly applied… Golden color breathtaking… light plays on piece like tapestry. I couldn’t have described it better myself! Thank you so much AMB!

They Say It’s My Birthday…

Yes, it is my birthday today. And it’s a good time to share something about Eric with you all. You see, Eric has a trait, a good trait I might add, that prevents him from lying. He really cannot tell a lie. Not even a small little fib. If someone calls and I don’t want to talk I tell him to say I’m at the store, but he simply answers and hands me the phone saying “I cannot lie.”

I know. This is a very good trait! Except at certain times. Like my birthday. It’s rare that Eric can surprise me. Because he was not born with the “sneaky gene” that I obviously have. One time I was walking upstairs and said, innocently, “What are you doing Eric?” He quickly turned, sighed with frustration, and replied “Gheeesh. I was hiding your Christmas gift, as he lifts it up, in plain view, up to my face so I can clearly see it. All he had to do was say “Nothing” and I would’ve continued on my way to whatever I was doing, not giving him a second thought!

So, I walked over to the table the other day and inquired about a new little basket he seemed to be working on. In true, I-cannot-tell-a-lie form, he said “Gheesh. I’m making a necklace for your birthday.”

It is really cute. I love it! But I wish he could learn to be a little sneaky. Just a little…