Mama Diaries

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Be cool. Stay in school.

I'll share one more story from the recent road trip Bubba and I took.  This one involves a little incident at a Subway restaurant (different from the one in front of the Georgia Winery).

Once again, I was overtired.  I had been driving from Atlanta to Cincinnati for over twelve hours, in the rain. (Which I can't say was a lot of fun.)  And you know, when I'm overtired, I do crazy things (see last post).

When I saw the Subway sign, I knew it was time to stop.  We ordered our meals, sat down and began to eat.  The radio was playing.  Soon I was bobbing my head to the beat.  Next song was one from the movie, Pitch Perfect.  Needless to say, I couldn't keep still.  After being cooped up in a car for twelve hours, I had to move.  Dancing was the thing to do.  I busted a move.  Pretty soon Bubba got in the groove.  We looked like a couple of lunatics dancing at our table.  I'm sure the worker behind the counter was most amused.

A couple of old ladies happened to be at the counter, ordering their meals.  They saw Bubba and me.  (They pretended not to be amused, but I could tell they were loving it.)  On their way out, one of the ladies said, "Hey kiddos, stay in school!"

I looked at Bubba.  He looked at me.

"Kiddos?"  I said.  "Did she just call me a kiddo?"

"Yeah, Mama.  You're a kiddo.  Even though you're old, you act like a kiddo.  So you should act your age, or stay in school!"

Yes, sir!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Crazy Mama

This past weekend, my son and I went up to Ohio for my dad's birthday, and for my high school 25 year class reunion.  We didn't fly.  We drove.  Which was completely nuts!  It took fourteen hours to get there, and a little over twelve to come back.

Near the end of our trip, we made a stop for dinner - at Subway.  Behind the Subway shop, was the Georgia Winery.  I knew I had to go there!

"Bubba," I said.  "We're going to make a little stop at the winery before we leave."

He looked at me funny.  "Okay, Mama.  Whatever."

Then I got a funny look in my eye.  "And do you know what else?"

"What else, Mama?"

"I'm going to play my violin over there."

He nearly choked on his sandwich.  "You are not!"

"Yep, I am."

He grinned.  "That's insane!  Mama, you're just overtired and acting immature!"

I giggled.

He giggled.

Pretty soon we were both laughing really hard.

"Okay, come on.  I'm going to play!"  I got up, went back to the car, and grabbed my violin.  I walked over to the winery, where a bunch of people were standing around in the parking lot.  And I started playing.

My son shook his head.  "Mama, if the police come and arrest you, I'm going to tell them I had nothing to do with it!"

And guess what?  I have pictures to prove it.  So you who like pictures - don't fall off your chair for this!

                            Here's the sign above the entrance of the Georgia Winery.

                              Here's me playing some lovely Bach music outside the winery.

      And as an added bonus, here's me at my reunion Mass with a few of my former classmates.  (I played for it, which is why I had the violin in the first place!)

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Schultz and the Sprinklers

Schultz thinks sprinklers are evil. (For those of you who don't know, Schultz is our devious hundred pound German Shepherd.)  Every time the sprinkler system goes on, he has to launch an attack.

Yesterday was the biggest battle of all.  About seven sprinkler heads popped out of the ground and began shooting jets of water all over the grass and gardens.  Schultz didn't like that one bit.  He charged on those sprinklers and tried to bite the water that was coming out.  Of course he ended up with a wet face.  Apparently, he didn't like having a wet face, because he rolled on the ground, trying to get the water off.

The sprinklers wouldn't let up.  While he was rolling, they doused him with more water.  Which made him even madder.  He got up, ran as fast as he could to the nearest sprinkler head, and ripped it out of the ground.  Then he chomped on it.  Until it was dead.

I won't tell you what my husband said about the whole thing.  But I will say that Schultz will not be allowed anywhere near sprinklers from now on!


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Toddler Mama

My teenage daughter is taller than me, now.  And she's very proud of this fact.  Every day she likes to stand next to me and look down at me.

"Mom, you're short!" she said.  "You look like a toddler!"

"What do you mean, 'I look like a toddler'?"  I retorted.  "You're only a half inch taller than me!"

"You're tiny," she answered.  "Have you ever seen what you look like next to Dad?"

"Yes.  I'm shorter than your dad, but I don't look like a toddler!"

"Do too!" she said.

"Do not!"  I replied.

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

My daughter grinned at me. "And you're acting like one, too!"

(But she started it!)


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Soulless Cover Reveal and Spaghetti Sliders

Before I start my story, I have to tell you about the cover reveal of my blog friend, Crystal Collier's new book, Soulless.  Isn't it pretty?  Congratulations, Crystal!  I'm looking forward to the release in October!

SOULLESS, Book 2 in the Maiden of Time trilogy

Alexia manipulated time to save the man of her dreams, and lost her best friend to red-eyed wraiths. Still grieving, she struggles to reconcile her loss with what was gained: her impending marriage. But when her wedding is destroyed by the Soulless—who then steal the only protection her people have—she’s forced to unleash her true power.

And risk losing everything.

What people are saying about this series: 

"With a completely unique plot that keeps you guessing and interested, it brings you close to the characters, sympathizing with them and understanding their trials and tribulations." --SC, Amazon reviewer

"It's clean, classy and supernaturally packed with suspense, longing, intrigue and magic." --Jill Jennings, TX

"SWOON." --Sherlyn, Mermaid with a Book Reviewer

Crystal Collier is a young adult author who pens dark fantasy, historical, and romance hybrids. She can be found practicing her brother-induced ninja skills while teaching children or madly typing about fantastic and impossible creatures. She has lived from coast to coast and now calls Florida home with her creative husband, three littles, and “friend” (a.k.a. the zombie locked in her closet). Secretly, she dreams of world domination and a bottomless supply of cheese. You can find her on her blog and Facebook, or follow her on Twitter

Now for the story:

Last night, I made spaghetti for dinner.  I put the noodles on a plate, smothered them with spaghetti sauce, and delivered them to my kids.  Except I had a little problem.  The noodles were a little slippery.  So instead of staying on the plate, they slid right off onto the table.  It was a perfect pile of noodles and sauce.

"Mom!" my daughter exclaimed.  "What the heck!"

"Uh, yeah," I said.  "You've heard of hamburger sliders?  These are spaghetti sliders.  Enjoy!" 

I walked away, leaving my kids staring at me with open mouths.  


Monday, July 14, 2014

Reckless Pilot

"Mama," my nine-year-old son said.  "I'm going to be an Air force pilot when I grow up."

"That's nice, Bubba," I said.  "I thought you were going to be a meteorologist. What made you change your mind?"

"I got a big idea.  Do you want to know what it is?"

I nodded.  "Sure."

"I'm going to fly over your house real low, faster than the speed of sound."

I looked at that kid and raised my eyebrows.  "Faster than the speed of sound?"

"Yep.  Three times faster!"

"Can a plane go that fast?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am.  Military planes can."

"I see.  And do you realize you will create a sonic boom, and blast all of the neighborhood window out?"

He grinned.  "That's why I want to do it!"

So, ladies and gentlemen.  In about fifteen years, if your windows are suddenly blown out by a sonic boom, you'll know who did it.  Good luck trying to catch him!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Stuck Under the Bed

Last night, after I tucked my son into bed, he requested a glass of water.  I went downstairs to get it, but when I came back upstairs, he wasn't in his bed.

Hmmm I thought. Where could he be?

I went around to the other side of the bed, and noticed a hand sticking out. "I wonder who that hand could belong to," I said.

Bubba giggled. He poked his face out and gave me a big grin.  "Would you have known I was here if you hadn't seen my hand?"

"Probably not," I said.  "I would've thought you took off to Timbuktu. Now get yourself out of there and get back into bed, please."

He tried.  But guess what? He was stuck!

"Are you getting a little big for fitting under the bed, Bubba?"

"No, Mama.  I just like it here.  I think I'll hang out like this a while."

"Are you sure you don't need help?"

He shook his head.

"Okay.  Goodnight."  I walked out of the room.

(I stood outside the door to make sure he could get out.  It took a few minutes, but he did.  I guess no more hiding under the bed for Bubba!)