I came downstairs yesterday and found my daughter holding a can of Reddiwip whipped cream. She had just pulled out a cereal bowl and was getting ready to spray the whipped cream in it.
"Excuse me," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Making breakfast."
I looked at the clock. It was noon. "Breakfast? Girlfriend, it's lunch time, and Reddiwip is absolutely unacceptable. You need a well-balanced meal!"
"But Mom, it is well-balanced. It has milk which means it covers the dairy and protein food groups."
Oy! Don't you just love teenager mentality?
Monday, September 30, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
The Slender Man Papers
I'm back from the Follow Fest. I wanted to make sure I visited everyone who participated, so I spent what little time I have doing that. First of all, a huge thanks to everyone who followed me on all of my other sites. I appreciate it! And welcome new followers!
Now back to business.
My son has been obsessed with a new video game character: Slender Man. He's this creepy, tall, skinny dude with a white, faceless head. If you look at him, he kidnaps you. Not cool. In the game, you're supposed to find eight papers. If you do, then you defeat Slender Man and don't get kidnapped.
Yesterday, my son came home from school with four sheets of notebook paper in his grimy hands. "Look, Mama. I found these papers taped to trees in the woods at school!"
I looked at the kid funny. "First of all, what were you doing in the woods? Second of all, why were papers taped to the trees?"
"It was recess, and we were allowed to go back by the woods. And I don't know why papers were taped to the trees."
Hmmm. "Let me see those papers," I said.
I examined them carefully. There were drawings of stick figures and squiggly lines all over them. "Do you think they're Slender Man papers?"
His eyes got big. "Yeah, mom. I think so. We got four now. All we need are four more!"
Great. So he's going to go back to school next week and see if he can find more papers taped to the trees.
Maybe you should start looking for papers in your woods, too. You never know when Slender Man might try to pop out and kidnap you!
Now back to business.
My son has been obsessed with a new video game character: Slender Man. He's this creepy, tall, skinny dude with a white, faceless head. If you look at him, he kidnaps you. Not cool. In the game, you're supposed to find eight papers. If you do, then you defeat Slender Man and don't get kidnapped.
Yesterday, my son came home from school with four sheets of notebook paper in his grimy hands. "Look, Mama. I found these papers taped to trees in the woods at school!"
I looked at the kid funny. "First of all, what were you doing in the woods? Second of all, why were papers taped to the trees?"
"It was recess, and we were allowed to go back by the woods. And I don't know why papers were taped to the trees."
Hmmm. "Let me see those papers," I said.
I examined them carefully. There were drawings of stick figures and squiggly lines all over them. "Do you think they're Slender Man papers?"
His eyes got big. "Yeah, mom. I think so. We got four now. All we need are four more!"
Great. So he's going to go back to school next week and see if he can find more papers taped to the trees.
Maybe you should start looking for papers in your woods, too. You never know when Slender Man might try to pop out and kidnap you!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Follow Fest
When I heard that Melissa Maygrove was organizing a "cyber meet-and-greet with
social media links for business cards," I knew I had to join the fun. Be sure to visit the other
participants and enter to win cool prizes by clicking the Follow Fest
badge.
Now: Who am I?
Name: Sherry Ellis, AKA The Mama
What genres do you write?
Children's Books (picture books, chapter books, middle grade books)
Are you published? Yes. Two of my picture books are published: That Baby Woke Me Up, AGAIN, and That Mama is a Grouch. I have an agent for my chapter book series. Hopefully a publisher will be found soon!
Do you do anything in addition to
writing? I am a professional musician who teaches and plays violin, viola, and piano. And I'm obviously a mom. (Does that count?)
How can people connect with
you?
Facebook author page
Facebook personal page
Twitter
Google
Website: www.sherryellis.org
Linkedin
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
Smashwords
Goodreads
Pinterest
YouTube
Tumblr
Okay. I think that about covers it! If you want to connect with me at any of these places, feel free to do so! Also, I am a member of SCBWI. And I am quite willing to help with getting the word out about fellow authors' cover reveals and new releases, so if you have something new you'd like me to promote, let me know!
Facebook author page
Facebook personal page
Website: www.sherryellis.org
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
Smashwords
Goodreads
YouTube
Tumblr
Okay. I think that about covers it! If you want to connect with me at any of these places, feel free to do so! Also, I am a member of SCBWI. And I am quite willing to help with getting the word out about fellow authors' cover reveals and new releases, so if you have something new you'd like me to promote, let me know!
Monday, September 23, 2013
The Fall Bucket List
It's autumn once again - my favorite time of the year. It's my daughter's favorite season, too. "Mom," she said. "I have a bucket list of things I'd like to do for fall."
"Okay," I said. "What's on it?"
"Carve a pumpkin, make apple pie, get a fall-scented candle, make a fall drink, make Halloween cupcakes and cookies, pick apples, make caramel apples, go on a hayride, have a Halloween party, and visit a haunted house."
"Hmmm," I said. "That's quite a list."
"Yeah, mom. So you'd better get started. Here's a list of ingredients and things you need to buy." She handed me a sheet of paper.
I looked at it and shook my head. Why do I have this suspicion that her bucket list is really a Mom To-Do list?
"Okay," I said. "What's on it?"
"Carve a pumpkin, make apple pie, get a fall-scented candle, make a fall drink, make Halloween cupcakes and cookies, pick apples, make caramel apples, go on a hayride, have a Halloween party, and visit a haunted house."
"Hmmm," I said. "That's quite a list."
"Yeah, mom. So you'd better get started. Here's a list of ingredients and things you need to buy." She handed me a sheet of paper.
I looked at it and shook my head. Why do I have this suspicion that her bucket list is really a Mom To-Do list?
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Tic Tac Toe - Bubba Style
Last night, my family and I went out to eat. On my son's place mat, was a tic tac toe game. "Does anybody want to play with me?" he asked.
"Sure, Bubba. I'll play," I said.
We played a game. I won.
We played another. I won again.
"Mama, you're an expert at this!" my son exclaimed.
"Yeah, Bubba," I said. "I've had years of practice."
We played one more time. It looked like I was going to win again. But Bubba pulled a fast one. He added an extra square and marked it with an "o."
"I win!" he said as he crossed off three in a row.
"Bubba, that's not fair," I said.
"Yes, it is Mama! I'm an expert at tic tac toe - Bubba style!"
"Sure, Bubba. I'll play," I said.
We played a game. I won.
We played another. I won again.
"Mama, you're an expert at this!" my son exclaimed.
"Yeah, Bubba," I said. "I've had years of practice."
We played one more time. It looked like I was going to win again. But Bubba pulled a fast one. He added an extra square and marked it with an "o."
"I win!" he said as he crossed off three in a row.
"Bubba, that's not fair," I said.
"Yes, it is Mama! I'm an expert at tic tac toe - Bubba style!"
Friday, September 20, 2013
The Birthday Present
My daughter's birthday is in a few weeks. She has a special request for a birthday present. "Mom," she said. "Can you get me a broom for my birthday?"
I looked at the girl, completely shocked. "A broom? What for? Are you planning on flying away on one?"
"No, Mom. Don't be silly. I really need one. The broom we have is full of Schultz hair. (Schultz is our German Shepherd, in case you're new here.) I can't sweep the floors with it."
My daughter's job is to clean our floors, so I saw her point. "Fine. I'll get you a new broom. But it doesn't have to be a birthday present."
"But I want it for my birthday."
Okay. Whatever. That's the oddest birthday request I've ever heard from a twelve-year-old. Maybe I should get her a mop and a bucket, too!
I looked at the girl, completely shocked. "A broom? What for? Are you planning on flying away on one?"
"No, Mom. Don't be silly. I really need one. The broom we have is full of Schultz hair. (Schultz is our German Shepherd, in case you're new here.) I can't sweep the floors with it."
My daughter's job is to clean our floors, so I saw her point. "Fine. I'll get you a new broom. But it doesn't have to be a birthday present."
"But I want it for my birthday."
Okay. Whatever. That's the oddest birthday request I've ever heard from a twelve-year-old. Maybe I should get her a mop and a bucket, too!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
The Mexican Shepherd
It's time for another post about our German Shepherd, Schultz. The dog is a little bit nuts. Now he has an identity problem. Let me tell you about it.
Last night, I made tacos for my family. (Yes, once again, I've deviated from the chicken trend.) Schultz parked himself right next to my son, who is notorious for dropping food scraps on the floor. As expected, the boy lost some of his taco on the first bite. Schultz was right there to lick it up. Afterwards, the dog stuck his huge head on the table, sniffing for more - something he's definitely not supposed to do!
"Schultz," my son said, pushing him out of the way. "You're a German Shepherd, not a Mexican Shepherd! You're supposed to eat sausage and sauerkraut. Not tacos!"
Last night, I made tacos for my family. (Yes, once again, I've deviated from the chicken trend.) Schultz parked himself right next to my son, who is notorious for dropping food scraps on the floor. As expected, the boy lost some of his taco on the first bite. Schultz was right there to lick it up. Afterwards, the dog stuck his huge head on the table, sniffing for more - something he's definitely not supposed to do!
"Schultz," my son said, pushing him out of the way. "You're a German Shepherd, not a Mexican Shepherd! You're supposed to eat sausage and sauerkraut. Not tacos!"
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