Possible Entertainment

Three things on the blog today: 1. I was threatened by my four-year-old of being replaced. 2. A blog award that's rather interesting and 3. A tiny, tiny sliver of a snippet from a new WIP I've been musing over.

This morning started out fine, fever-free for Big A (yippee) but not sass-free. It seems every meal now is a battle between her and I, and I'm really not sure WHO wins. But this morning it got so nasty, it turned into something like this:

Big A: I want a new mommy that has different rules!

Me: Well, okay. If that's what you really want, here's your bag. Pack your clothes.

Big A: *a bit wide-eyed* But what about all my toys? (of course, worry about your toys, not the fact YOU'RE TRADING ME IN)

Me: I can send them over later.

Big A: Okay. Can we go to *insert neighbor friend her* and have her be my new mom?

Me: Um, no. It doesn't work that way. We don't get to choose.

Big A: Oh. But why?

Me: Because that's life, kid. You still want a new mom?

Big A: Yes. (dangit! this girl can call a bluff)

Me: Alright then. I'm sure going to miss you. Come here and give me one last hug.

Big A: *tears* But won't you come and visit?

Me: I'd love to, but I'm not sure they'd allow that (whoever "they" is)

Big A: (after a big hug) Never mind, I don't want a new mommy. I changed my mind.

Me: Good. Glad that's settled.

We're back on good terms. Or were until dinner time. Insert a bunch more yelling. Poor husband. I can only imagine the sounds our house will be making 10 years from now. I'm dramatic and tempered, she's dramatic, and the littlest is the sweetest thing ever, but don't piss her off!

Onto the award. I was nominated by Tiffany Neal for this Creative-eh, erm, ahem, Really Good Liar?? Award. Not sure how to take this. I'm just going to say it's because I write fiction and get to make crap up. ;-) If you haven't checked out her blog, you should. She's another mommy writing YA fiction and is hilarious. And she was my very first blog stalker! Needless to say, we found out we live a mile or so away from each other. I think it's nifty.

Here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who gave this to you. check
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog. check
3. Link to the person who nominated you. check
4. Tell up to six outrageous lies about yourself, and at least one outrageous truth.
5. Nominate seven “Creative Writers” who might have fun coming up with outrageous lies.
6. Post links to the seven blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know you nominated them. Tiffany, you're lazy! ;)

A twist that I decided to steal: Rather than go easy on you and only have 1 truth, I’ve changed the rules a bit. So, here are your 5 lies and 2 truths. Which is which? Try and guess. You’ll find out on my next post.

1. When I was in third grade, I stuck my tongue in an ice cube box (yes, A Christmas Story was the inspiration) on a dare from my brother. It got stuck there, along with some skin after getting it pulled off.

2. I once flew out to NY to meet some online guy friends when I was 18, upon which I ended up the only girl on a school roof while the guys were peeing off of it. When cops were sighted, I was the last to jump off.

3. I've been to 25 of the 50 states, most of them road trips. Ug.

4. I met my husband when I was Daffy Duck and he was Batman. Love at first sight.

5. I broke my femur while trying motor cross and it hurt like bloody hell. I never rode again after that.

6. I dropped Big A on her head when she was a baby. Husband never lets me live it down.

7. I got pulled over once and had to take a sobriety test. It was late, I hadn't been drinking (but was tired) and I failed! I was taken to the police station until my parents came to get me out. Um, mortifying.

I now award the following bloggers in no particular order:

1. Sara McClung at The Babbling Flow of a Fledgling Scribbler

2. Gretchen Mcneil

3. Jen K. Blom

4. Tracey Martin aka The Ink Wench

5. Jennifer Walkup

6. Sarah N. Fisk

7. Lynnette Labelle

And now for that itty bitty snippet, starting no where in particular, just a scene I thought up. And JUST typed up (so, um, the voice might not quite be there yet):

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There aren't many moments when someone might wonder if an object falling from the sky actually makes a whistling noise like those heard in cartoons. On this particular rainy afternoon, however, Gavin Millbry had such a moment. It didn't last very long. Because just as he started to question if that's indeed what he heard, a sharp pain jabbed his shoulder. The object bounced off and clattered to the sidewalk.

"Ow! Jeez." Gavin rubbed the spot on his shoulder, looking at what would be a whelp by next morning. His eyes welled, and he felt incredibly lucky it was raining. The last thing he needed was a witness.

His little sister Lainey stopped her trot up ahead and turned. "What is it, now?" Each step back to Gavin sent a wave of rain water up her muddy leggings. She huffed and peered at him through soggy chunks of brown hair.

Gavin bent down and swept the object up in his cold, wet hand. He took that second of distraction to pull himself together. The sting still throbbed and he half wondered if his shoulder might fall off.

The rock, or maybe it was a crystal, was clear but dull. Tied around it securely was a leather string. Gavin curled his lip up. "A necklace." Of all the things to fall out of the sky, why couldn't it be something cool? Like a Gordon McGrim action figure, or better yet, the sequel to the first book (which wasn't due for another four months).

"Oh, gimmee!" Lainey snatched a handful of air and saved the move by crossing her arms instead. "Oh come on, like you plan on wearing it?"

Gavin shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Besides, I found it." He stuffed it into his pocket. With grinning satisfaction at the twist of Lainey's face, Gavin set off down the sidewalk. Thunder rumbled into the soles of his shoes. "Hurry up, before it gets worse."