Mama is Buried Alive!

I now know what it is like to be buried alive - under pillows!  Last night, the kids and I had movie night.  Instead of watching the movie, my nine-year-old son decided it would be great fun to bury me under all the pillows in the house.

He started with the sofa pillows.  Ten of them.  He piled them up, so all you could see was my face.  "Bubba," I said.  "I'd really like to see this movie.  Could you cut out the pillow piling?"

"No, Mama.  This is fun!"

Then he found sofa cushions and added them on top.

"Uh, Bubba," I said.  "It's kind of hard to breathe in here."

He didn't care.  He just added more pillows.

I tried to knock the pile off of me, but it was too heavy. I succeeded in knocking the ones off of my head, so at least I could breathe.

"Bubba.  Enough.  You're going to end up killing your Mama by burying her under too many pillows!"

Fortunately my daughter had some sense, and removed the pillows (much to my son's dismay).  Otherwise I might have just died under that pillow pile!  

Oh, How I Miss You Blogfest

 

 

It's time for the Oh, How I Miss You Blogfest, where we name one to three bloggers who have dropped off the blogosphere who we really miss, and name one to three others who we'd miss if they were gone.  This little blogfest is hosted by Alex Cavanaugh, Andrew Leon and Matthew MacNish.

 

Here's the person I miss:  Judy at Life...Minute by Minute.  (But guess what?  I just popped over there, and she showed up again!  She's been back a few days.  She had been gone since April.  I thought she was never coming back.  Yippee!)

 

 

And here's who I'd miss if they stopped blogging:  Well, I'd miss all of you - especially those who visit and comment regularly. 

 

But here are the three:

 

1. Yvonne Lewis who has nostalgic music playing on her blog of lovely poems. (Apparently Yvonne is having some trouble with her website, so I can't get the link.  But those of you who know her, know what a sweet lady she is!)

 

2. Arni at Travel Gourmande who shares her world travels with gorgeous pictures.

 

3.  Dana  who is like a ray of sunshine with all her Sunday Inspirations and Friday Funnies. 

 

If you have a chance, stop by and visit all of these wonderful bloggers!

Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed

At 6:00 this morning, I went into my son's bedroom to wake him up for school.  "Time to get up!" I said in my usual cheery voice.

He grunted and rolled over.  "Mama, do you always have to say the same thing every day?"

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.  "Cheeseburgers have  high amounts of fat and cholesterol?"

"No, Mama.  Why don't you not say anything at all?"

"Then how will you know it's time to get up?" I asked. 

"I'll just know."

Okay.

I went downstairs and put out his breakfast.

My boy came down shortly after and stared at the cereal.  "Mama.  We need to get different cereal.  I don't like this stuff and you give it to me every day."

I looked at the kid.  "Listen.  I think you must've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.  Why don't you go back upstairs and try this again?"

So that's what he did.  When he came back down, he ate his cereal without a complaint.  Apparently waking up on the other side of the bed helped!

Bubba's Smelly Trick

My son got off the school bus and handed me a package.  "Here Mama, this is for you."

I opened it.  It was a cookie.  And it looked and smelled like a gingersnap cookie.  "You made this is school?" I asked.

"Yep."

I examined it closely. "Bubba, it's as hard as a rock.  Is it stale?"

He laughed.  "No.  It's fresh."

"Should I eat it?"

"No, Mama," he said.  "You'll end up in the hospital.  It's an air freshener!"

Silly Mama!


  

Virtual Sleepover

My twelve-year-old daughter really misses her best friend from Cincinnati (where we lived before our recent move).  They used to have sleepovers all the time.  Fortunately, because of technology, they are still able to keep in touch regularly.

"Mom, I'm having a sleepover tonight with KK (her friend)."

"Really?" I asked.  "How are you going to do that?"

She pulled out her iPod.  Her best friend was on it via Facetime.  "Hi, Mrs. Ellis," she said, waving.

"Hi, KK," I said.

"We're going to stay up all night on Facetime," my daughter said.  "Maybe we'll even watch a movie and eat popcorn together."

"Right," I said.  "And then have a pillow fight?"

The girls grinned.

So that's what they did - watched part of a movie, ate popcorn, danced around to music, talked about girl stuff, and went to bed.  The only thing that was missing was the pillow fight.  And I certainly didn't miss that!

Why Sleeping Can Kill You

"Mama," my nine-year-old son said.  "Did you know that stress can kill you?"

"Yes," I said. "Everybody knows that."

"Did you know that sleeping can kill you, too?"

"Um, no.  How so?" I asked.

"If you sleep a long time, your arteries will clog up.  Then blood won't be able to get to your brain or heart.  And then you'll have a heart attack or stroke. Which will make you die."

"Oh," I said.  "But if I don't sleep then that will be a stress on my body, which will produce the hormone, cortisol, which will give me a heart attack or brain aneurism, which will make me die."

My son thought about that.  "Yeah."

"So I'm going to die either way," I said.

"Yeah."

I think I'll sleep.  It's the better way to go!



  

How to Make a Tooth

My kids came home with a huge stash of candy after last night's Trick-or-Treat session.  After I checked all of it, they started munching away.  It looked like they intended to eat the entire supply in one sitting. 

"Wait a minute," I said.  "Only four little pieces.  We don't need you rotting your teeth out tonight!"

"But Mama," my nine-year-old son said. "Teeth are easy to make."

I  looked at that boy sideways.  "They are?"

"Yeah.  All you have to do is get some milk and let it go stale. When it dries out, you'll see some powdered stuff left.  Take the powdered stuff and shape it into a tooth, because that's what teeth are made out of."

Okay.

(I see the boy has a promising future in dentistry!)