Mother and Nature

I don’t have time to be on here.  I’m procrastinating.

We start our journey next Wednesday.

Yet, here I am – to tell you the latest frustration.  It’s not enough that I’m trying to work, which is now very busy (and was dead the entire summer), and pack, and figure out our new school, temporary home, mail, sports, and basically new lives…and my daughter has decided among all this…it is her duty to start teenager angst ahead of schedule.

She’s 11, soon to be 12 near the end of the year.  And everything is very snippy answer.  Did you finish your dinner?  YESSSsssss.  Mommmm.  (sighing heavily)

This morning, I told her that a Gogurt was not a breakfast item and that I picked up her favorite…raspberries to which she told me “I DON’T WANT ANY RASPBERRIES!”  (as if I was trying to poison her with her favorite, healthy snack)

I indicated she should eat something healthy before heading to the 99cent store to buy candy for the movie…to which she gritted her teeth and said “Quit correcting me, mom!”  And walks out of her room in a huff.

I calmly explained, That’s what we moms do.  I can’t stop.  It’s our job.  To correct our children.  To Teach them.

As she prepared to leave the house to meet her friends at the movies, she stepped outside for a moment to gaze at the mysterious dark clouds.  I hear the door slam as she marches back in and yells,

“What the heck!  It’s SPRINKLING out there! (actually, she drew out the word Spu RIN Kling)  Is it going to rain heavily when I’m walking, MOM?”

As if she was accusing me of controlling the weather.  I should have responded,

“I do control the weather.  And if you don’t start talking more nicely, I’m going to RAIN DOWN cats and dogs on you.  One Cloud is going to follow you all over the place.  Outdoor AND Indoor, just like that Pink Panther episode!”

Now, I understand and suspect the true origin of “Mother Nature” – started out as a battle between mother and daughter…and the mom bringing down the rain.  We’re going to wash (or drown) that nastiness right out of ya.

 

 

Manic Monday #6 Challenge – In The Mood

For those that enjoy challenges, and if you like music… you might have some fun with this.  It’s called Manic Monday.  Welcome to the 6th installment!

Each week, I’ll present a new song title, and you come up with a post using it by next Sunday. Ping back to this post, so others can read!  Often times, I release the title the weekend prior so you have plenty of time!

If you are not a WordPress user, provide link to your post in comments.

It can be fiction/non-fiction, poetry, subject can be dark, serious or humorous – however many characters you want- just have fun with it!  It doesn’t have to pertain to the song, whatsoever. (click here for past song titles)

The rules are…there are no Rules!  (except using the title of the song part)

We are working our way down through the decades, and we’re in the 30’s! Glenn Miller Orchestra had a hit that has sustained through the years “In The Mood,” and was on the charts for 13 straight weeks, put in a movie, and has gained several awards and inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.  There was some speculation as to who created the song, and copy right was not registered, and eventually the song was sold to Glen Miller, in 1939.   More song info on  Wikepedia

Use that song title anywhere in your blog post, ping back this post! (visit others that posted, if you want) If you need more inspiration, you can Click here for lyrics

P.S.  Give me a few minutes to approve your PING to avoid spam.  Only comment with a link to your post (if not wordpress user) – minimizing comments ensures we can easily see all the posts.

Rock Monster

“Take a closer look at it, Charlie.”

At first, it looked like any ordinary boulder, until his grandfather began telling the legendary tale of the Rock Monsters. He could see it was the remains of one. Several hikers had passed none-the-wiser. Others had paused to rest, while pondering over the unique gouges, not fully realizing what it was.

Charlie gasped to discover they were not fiction! It wasn’t clear how this particular rock monster had died, but his grandfather noted, there was speculation that during a birthday cave-party, there was an accidental death by gassing, when the candles were blown.


Friday Fictioneers / Aug. 11 / 100 words

host:  Rochelle Wisoff – Fields / picture: @CEAyr

The African Queen

“The African Queen comes out at sunrise to gaze at the prize.”

This phrase has been said in his head, and aloud multiple times. Prior clues had led them to the South American jungle, the vast sands of the Asian desert, and now the mountains of Africa. Fortune smiled on them, as they happened upon a remote tribe, and repeated the phrase while pointing to a woman and her eyes. They immediately knew what we meant, as we weren’t the first travelers in search of the treasure. Our guide dropped us off in the general vicinity and pointed toward the East, and then held out his hand for payment. That was as far as he would go, as their tribe were a superstitious people.

“That’s great. What do we do now? I hate riddles. And why is it so damn hot at 5AM…”

While his companion continued listing his complaints, he looked up at the rock formation in front of them. The sun was rising and casting a shadow, he reached back and clamped his hand on his buddy’s shoulder, as a shape took form.

“I’d like to introduce you to the African Queen, my friend,”

And they began their climb.


#writephoto / 8-10 Challenge / host Sue Vincent / 198 words

Cruising to the next Challenge

When word came they were selected as contestants, the brothers were shocked! And now that they were participating, they still had a difficult time believing. So far, the Amazing Race has been an easy ride. In fact, locals allowed them to borrow their tandem bike, just so they could wave and be on television. Cruising along, on what they knew to be the correct path, they relaxed and enjoyed their ride.

The elder of the two became lost in thought, until his panting broke him from the reverie. For someone in physical shape, why was he winded? He looked back and discovered his brother had stopped pedaling, and before he could say anything, the younger pointed ahead to what was obviously the next challenge.

The bike slowly came to a halt. WHAT IS THAT? You’ve got to be kidding. It’s no longer going to be easy.


146 words / Flash Fiction FFfaw 8-8

Host Priceless Joy “PJ” / Image by Dorothy

We’re crazy, but you’d love having us as parents

I’m taking a moment to say…we’re crazy.

Not because we are moving or that we are packing to move (out of state)

but because…in the middle of all this…


The Kids have been bored all summer.  We didn’t really “do” anything for lack of funds, time, and energy.

We’ve had Six Flags Magic Mountain passes (or membership) for years.  We are not those silly Disneyland People.  Give us thrills and chills!  And even in our 40’s we’re still hopping on rides with kids…albeit our bodies can’t handle what (or as much) as it used to…but it’s very HOT in the high desert and don’t tend to frequent that area during the summer months.

SO, we’ve had these passes, that included the water park, Hurricane Harbor.  We’ve never gone to that.  We’ve always promised, but typically the kids always wanted the big park.  Finally, we got “get Friend in Free day” for both parks, on the same day!  (that rarely happens)  Of course, it had to be a WEEK DAY and only limited days…so my hubby had to take off work Monday.

Of course, that was the day that every single freeway, we’d take, had something interesting going on…like two lanes closed for flipped car.  A big truck spill on another.  (ugh)  Instead of 1.5 hours, the Waze App was indicating 2.5 hours!  However, using the “shortest route” and getting on off/freeways, the app got us there in less than 2.  So we felt fortunate!  Kids played on their electronic devices, and drained them…which was fine!

What makes my husband even more of hero in my eyes, this dude got up early (which is hard for him), drove us while figuring out Waze, because I can’t seem to find whatever it is he’s looking for – so he navigates, as well.  Then drops us off, while I have all the kids toss their back packs on the old double stroller we kept (wisest decision I ever made) – and coordinate lathering kids up with sunscreen…while he parks.  Then we hit two amusement parks.  They closed at 8PM and we drove two kids home, still getting home by 11:15PM at night…which he still had to pack, and hop on a plane to Northern California this morning for business trip and won’t return until late Thursday!

This is all so very hard, because after days like that, we both feel like we “party Hartied” and feel hung-over without alcohol ever touching our lips.  Primarily, you couldn’t drink enough water so, dehydration sets in (I hid 15 bottles of water inside towels – because no outside food allowed- and it still wasn’t enough)… and those crazy rides and long day for our 40 something bodies…all combined.  We feel like we’ve been hit by a truck.

We’re crazy.  Our kids have no idea how fortunate they are –  my mom would have NEVER done this.  Unless, someone else was taking me.