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

Dye ‘ing for a new do

Isn’t this pretty? And it’s so bouncy!

It all started when we hired two soccer gals, that played professionally in the UK, to inspire my Sammy-do.

They were on summer vacation, and returned to one of the gal’s home town of Mission Viejo.  They came out to help with our club soccer team, as the coach was once her coach and he trained her through to a college scholarship.  They were offering private lessons on the side, to help support them for the summer.

Zaneta “Z” Wyne

The girl, from Mission Viejo, loved to do fun things with her hair.  Different colors, side shavings.  Off center parts, no parts.  She even had a different name that was difficult to remember and went by the cool nickname or letter only of “Z”

…And Z would put zig-zag lines into the side of head or back of… and of course, these are amazing soccer players and fun to hang out with – good role models.  They returned to the UK for the next soccer season.  (I’ll blog more on them another time)

She really dyed her hair blue

THEN… our closest, long-time friends, from pre-school days, have been into extreme hair the last two years.  Fortunately for them, they are both blonde – one being platinum.  So, any color works easily enough for them with minimal effort.  This year, they started shaving sides and back of head, as well.

My daughter, has been wanting to do this and I always told her we couldn’t because her hair wasn’t blonde and I didn’t want to ruin her hair with stripping it, etc.  Plus, she wasn’t ready for extreme cuts.  However, this year, I finally said “Ok.”

“Ok, what exactly?  What do I get to do and when do I get to do it?”

We might take it a little higher next time or pointed in V shape

I told her we were fine with her shaving a portion “under” her longer hair so when she pulls it up, she has the short edge in the back.  And maybe, I’d consider dying a small section.

The last 3 months of school, after I told her ok…it was a constant… when? When, momma?  I finally told her…when summer begins…well, I made good on that promise.

Today we went, and I refuse to do coloring myself as I don’t want to ruin my child’s hair.  I’d rather have it professionally done, and glad I did.  Yes, I paid a lot – but it’s a good cut, a great color, and well-blended, suits her face and should last the summer (depending on how much swimming in chlorine is done) – And as it fades, it will become bronze, then light brown, and back to brown… that’s the key – those doing koolaid or other temporary colors, those fade quickly.

Originally, she wanted dark Blue – the kind you can see in the sun only – but that still required bleaching her hair first…this red, did not.  Interesting!

Yes, my husband would just DIE over how much the Dye job cost – but our daughter has been dying to have a bit of a cutting-edge.  She is getting older (sigh)

But does look pretty dang amazing. And the happiness she is beaming, just makes it look even more fantastic!

Today, my 11-year-old she loves me.  I’ll return to being “monster” mom tomorrow…but today, I’m awesome!  (and when I’m paying my credit card bill, I will remind her of that extreme awesomeness)

Are you a good friend?

WH Poster

Our best family friend, the husband is from Nova Scotia.  His dad still lives there.  Every other year, my bestie takes her (2) girls and goes and visits grandma and grandpa in Canada, while her husband remains here to work.  This was the year they left… for 6 WEEKS!

That’s almost all of the summer.  Our kids are used to seeing each other just about every single day.

So the day finally arrived, I suggested making a poster to welcome them back home.  “But mom, I don’t know how to draw and make our letters big on that roll of poster paper.”

Oh, silly child.  That’s what the computer is for…I will design some letters, print out, you both color, cut out the letter, and we’ll glue to the poster paper!  We did all this work, the attention to detail, marvelous!  We drove to their house, the dad let us in, we hung it…he left to LAX to pick the girls up…

…and I forgot to take a photo of our hard work to record that memory.  Luckily, my friend posted it on Facebook the following morning.  Because you see…

…The majority of the year, I’m not necessarily the best-est best friend a person could have, but this instant, damn it – I am!  We rocked it!  And  I needed that evidence to show just how awesome of a friend we are, even if it’s only 1 day of the year.  (but who’s tracking that?)

See…don’t you want to be our friend?  By the way, we got a concert to go to this weekend, can you watch our kids?


Power Powder

Coach told the kids, the trick to a tight swim cap is to “sprinkle” a little baby powder inside the cap so it doesn’t stick to itself and is easier to slide on your head.

One day, our 10-year-old daughter was really struggling with her cap and had it partially on her head, and eventually requested my help to pull it down further.  As I was pulling, my fingers slipped off the cap because powder residue had made it to the outside, and a piece of the cap tore OFF. When that happened, the cap snapped back onto her head and a big POOF of powder went into the air. (huh?)

She looked in HORROR at the teeniest, tiniest piece of plastic in my hand, screeched, and ripped the cap off her head and threw it on the ground. Chunks of powder fell to the patio – what the heck?  Looking at her, I couldn’t help but laugh, enraging her further,  as there were clumps of baby powder stuck to her curly hair. In her struggles, she had kept adding more powder to the cap thinking it would help.  I explained to her that only a little bit was sufficient. I suspect the entire mini travel bottle was used, but she insisted only a little was sprinkled.  Then why do you look like George Washington, honey?


Persuasive Argument?

Mustang rental - kidsA couple posts ago, I blogged about my husband being stuck out of town due to Southwest Airlines not having crews in place, and pilots to fly the planes.  After having his flight canceled twice, two consecutive days…he didn’t want to chance a third night, so he decided to drive home.  Of course,  at 9PM, the car rental place had limited cars, two, to be precise.  His options were a truck or a shiny, red mustang, for just $10.00 more.  I’m sure that was a tough choice there.

He drove from Sacramento to Orange County and had a great time.  He took a picture and posted to Facebook joking that the speedometer goes to 160 mph and he only got to 120.  (oh, boys…)

So, before returning the car the following day, he took me and the kids for a fun ride.  As we were exiting the vehicle, my hubby longingly looked at what I deemed a “ticket-waiting-to-happen,” and I told him to quickly return it because we don’t want anyone to ding it.  No damage before we can safely get it back on the lot.

It just so happens that my husband needs a new company car, something practical, that he can take customers out to lunch.  I could see the gears turning in his head.

Husband:  “That sure is a nice ride.”

Me: “Don’t get any ideas about having that as your next car, we have to pay for sports.” 

Husband, and 12-year-old son: “Yeah, sports…CAR.”

Husband: “It’s called a sports car, because after you buy that, you can no longer afford to pay for kids’ sports.”

My son: “Yeah, we don’t need to play sports when we have that.”

Wait. What? That is NOT logical. Let me answer that with a Hall and Oats tune.

Shake your Groove Thang

Woman wiggle butt

Both kids were up watching TV early Saturday morning. I decided to pull my 12-year-old son’s signature move. I ran and jumped in front of the TV (blocking their view) and shook my booty at them…all around… in a little dance. And I tossed my head back and laughed manically while doing it.

My 10- year old daughter was ticked off and yelled out,


My son covered and rubbed his eyes,

“Ah, come on, I just woke up.”

I laughed even more. That was kinda fun. I can see why he does it to simply annoy his sister. (yeah, I don’t get out much these days)