Author: Big Mama

  • When the label says permanent marker, it’s telling the truth

    In what is turning out to be a theme for the weekend, I have another piece of advice.

    If your child decides it would be a great idea to color her bottom in purple marker while you’re busy fixing a delicious, homemade breakfast for your family or, you know, checking email, then it would be a good idea to wipe off superfluous marker before they go to the bathroom.

    Otherwise, your white toilet seat will never be the same.

    Maybe if I buy some lavender towels it will appear that it’s all part of an elaborate redecorating scheme.

    But probably not.

    And really the more pressing issue is what makes a person decide to color their bottom purple in the first place?

  • Two more days and it would have been yogurt

    Here’s a piece of advice.

    If you find yourself cooking dinner on a Friday night and you’ve resorted to a throw-down recipe because it’s easy, plus you have all the ingredients on hand, you might want to take a closer look at the sour cream before you just dump it in.

    Because, otherwise, you might discover that all your paltry efforts have gone to waste and there is now a hairy lump of sour cream staring at you from the middle of what would have truly been an average tasting dinner.

    And at the precise moment it truly registers that there is no turning back from spoiled sour cream, it will actually growl at you because it is just that bad.

    But, if you have set your meatballs aside you can whip up a delightful marinara sauce or, you know, pour in a jar of Paul Newman’s Cabernet Marinara, heat up some french bread and make meatball sandwiches instead.

    It’s like that old saying: When life hands you ptomaine, make meatball sandwiches.

  • Edition 21: Fashion Friday

    Okay, I have to be totally honest with y’all. And please remember as I bare my fashion soul, that everyone makes mistakes. As we travel this fashion world, we can all use a little guidance.

    Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of bad fashion, thy InStyle and thy Vogue, they comfort me.

    In fact, I have spent some time undergoing some fashion therapy with The Other Gulley (Gulley’s sister) through email this week. I have a seersucker suit that I purchased from Banana Republic about two years ago when I was imprisoned in corporate America and I needed to figure out how to make it translate to a more casual look.

    She suggested a navy tank and could not have been more right. It’s exactly what it needed, plus I’m going to get the pants hemmed to a length that doesn’t require three-inch heels and will allow for a fun, cute sandal such as this.

    Any other suggestions are appreciated because I yearn for knowledge.

    When it involves fashion.

    Not so much if it involves algebra.

    So, back to my error in judgement. I have made at least two references to these shoes from Payless. Here they are:

    See? They look kind of cute, don’t they? The whole cork thing is kind of in right now and I enjoy the whole Chrissy Snow from Three’s Company vibe.

    Except I’d never wear these with terrycloth short-shorts.

    The problem is I’d never seen these shoes in person. And two days ago I drove to Payless because I thought they might be really fab with my seersucker suit.

    Wrong.

    What doesn’t really show up in the picture is some unfortunate faux-leather gold trim that is reminiscent of something you might see on a Bratz doll. Also not pictured, the pain and impending surgery that will be required if you decide to wear four-inch heels purchased from Payless.

    Therefore, after further research, I withdraw my recommendation for these shoes. Unless you’ve already bought them and adore them, in which case I’m sure they are lovely on you.

    So, we have questions.

    1. Several people have asked a question along this basic line: “What shoes should I wear for everyday comfort with my trouser jeans, which are designed to be worn with heels?”

    Here’s the thing about the trouser jean, they really are made to be worn with heels because they are a dressier jean. I am the first to admit that this makes them a little sketchy for day-to-day wear because some days just require a good, flat shoe. But with the wide leg of the trouser jean, you really need a heel to balance them out and not look dumpy, unless of course you’re six feet tall.

    The trick is to find a shoe with some sort of heel that is attractive and yet comfortable. Maybe something like this or this.

    Or check out what has happened to Crocs. I don’t know if I’d actually wear these, but it’s a cool concept and definitely answers the comfortable heel question.

    But if you just have to wear flats, I think the only way to get away with it is to buy another pair of trouser jeans and have them hemmed to a length that can be worn with flats so they don’t drag the floor and look sloppy. Any good tailor will know what you’re talking about when you ask them to leave the original hem.

    This is crucial to getting jeans hemmed because otherwise you will incur the same tragedy I did back in fifth grade when my Me-Ma got my Jordache jeans hemmed and the tailor used a bright gold thread that was more along the lines of OOH LA LA SASSOON than the more sophisticated Jordache brand.

    Don’t let that happen to you.

    2. Mrs. M asks: “I’ve just found out that the garden party I’ll be attending in May is a Kentucky Derby theme complete with hat parade. I need suggestions on my dress and hat and where on earth do I find it and oh by the way I’m on a serious budget so the entire ensemble should definately be less than $100. Also, what should my husband wear?”

    Why am I never invited to cool things like a Kentucky Derby party complete with a hat parade? Because I live in Texas? Because I don’t know anything about horses? Because I am in a stage of life where I’m only invited to toddler birthday parties and all the icing from the “Dora the Explorer” cake would ruin a nice hat?

    But enough about me and my lack of entree into the equestrian world. Let’s talk about you and the fact you get to wear a hat.

    Target has some really festive dresses right now. Check out this one. And if you’re not a hot pink kind of girl, it comes in a yellow, green or even black. But since I am a hot pink kind of girl, I adore this one.

    You could also do a sheath dress, like this. Or maybe a strapless cotton dress, like this. Or something really pretty and feminine, like this dress.

    As for hats, it will depend on the dress you choose but remember the Kentucky Derby is all about the big, bold hats. I adore this one because my belief is go big or go home. But then again, I’m from Texas. That’s pretty much our state motto.

    But you could always go for something a little more subdued, like this. I’d look at Target, JC Penneys, and a few other department stores to see what kind of reasonably priced hats you can find, but remember to have fun with it.

    As for your husband, you mentioned seersucker, but are worried he’ll be too hot in a jacket. I would definitely go with the seersucker and have him wear a white button down. He can always take off the jacket and still look polished.

    Have fun and see if you can get me an invite for next year. I’ll travel.

    And that’s it for the questions today. I realize it’s a short Fashion Friday, but all the extensive hat research and my disappointment about not being invited to a Kentucky Derby garden party just wore me out.

    Y’all have a great Friday!

  • An Apple a day keeps the boredom away

    In further exciting developments at the house of Big Mama, guess who’s discovered the Photo Booth feature of the Mac?

    Oh yes ma’am. Now that she knows there is a way for her to continually capture her own image, there’s no stopping her.

    The Apple Corporation has created a monster.

    Although, technically, I helped because I showed her how it works in an attempt one morning to make her forget about wanting to fingerpaint.

    She hasn’t even figured out all the ways that it can distort your face and turn things all kinds of different colors. We’ll save that for Spring Break next week.

    Something tells me we’re going to be in need of an activity or fourteen.

    Rock on.

  • A day in the life or, you know, yawn

    I am so excited about all the comments and suggestions from yesterday’s post. Mainly because it confirms my suspicions that more than a few of y’all would have been lining up to check out some books from the library in my closet. Not to mention that you brought up a few books I had completely forgotten about such as “The Westing Game” and “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler”.

    Frankly, it made me nostalgic for the fourth grade and not just because I was a huge fan of the Bammel Elementary Cafeteria’s chicken fried steak.

    And for those of you who thought I was even remotely serious about shutting down the blog, let me assure you that you have underestimated my level of addiction. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d just make stuff up, so if all of a sudden my posts start to highlight my weekly lunches with Heidi Klum or Tina Fey, there’s a good chance they might be loosely based on the truth.

    The truth being that I had lunch with Gulley. Or my sister.

    But in the interest of complete truthfulness and transparency, here is what we did yesterday.

    We woke up around 8:15, which sounds great except for the fact that when you factor in the work of Satan on the American timetable, it was really just 7:15.

    And I hadn’t slept very well to begin with because, apparently, there was a very frightened skunk outside our bedroom windows last night.

    After a delightful breakfast consisting of Frosted Mini-Wheats for me and 1/4 granola bar for Caroline, it was time to get ready for gymnastics. I wrangled Caroline into her leotard and then brushed her hair back into a ponytail while she launched into a dramatic, three-part monologue detailing the agony of having someone at your beck and call to groom you each morning.

    To sum it up, her life is very hard and she will die at the hands of me and Goody hair accessories.

    We arrived at gymnastics just in time, and she went in to hone her flying trapeze act while I visited with the other mamas in the front room. The main topic of discussion was summer activity plans and weighing the merits of art class vs. gymnastics vs. watching three consecutive hours of “Charlie and Lola” while slowly becoming an idiot.

    We also counseled one woman, who is fairly new to the area, on the importance of joining the neighborhood pool because, other than the fact that it requires donning swimwear, it is hands down the best money we spend all year.

    And I’m including food and air-conditioning in that equation.

    Although by August my word for the pool will be HATE. It’s at this point that the high school employees all become a tad surly and the chicken fingers and quesadillas all start to taste exactly alike. Plus they run out of the cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches.

    Anyway, after gymnastics we went to Gulley’s house to play. Jackson had early dismissal from Kindergarten so we picked up food from McDonald’s which, by the way, is still featuring those lame Spiderwick toys.

    The kids spent the afternoon racing back and forth across Gulley’s backyard with her industrial-sized garbage cans because why would any child want to play with the hundreds of dollars worth of outdoor toys and a trampoline when there are nasty, outdoor garbage cans to play with and a barbecue pit to climb on?

    Finally, we headed back to the house where I planned a delicious meal for P by looking up the online menu for a place called “Podna’s” that I’ve been wanting to try. And in spite of the fact that I am generally not a fan of any establishment that attempts to spell their name phonetically, they reeled me in because they serve fried catfish and cajun-type food. We got the fried catfish and a shrimp po-boy.

    MEH.

    It wasn’t bad and it wasn’t good. It was food. Although in the favorable category I will say that at least a dozen and a half shrimp were killed in the making of my po-boy and the bread was delightful.

    I put Caroline to bed and hit play on the DVR so we could watch “American Idol”. I already loved Jason Castro, but now that I know he’s an Aggie and he whooped on national television, he will have my unwavering support. Plus, love the whole laid back guitar thing he has going on. Also, I would buy anything that Brook White ever sings. Ever.

    I would also buy any hair product she ever uses because she has some seriously good hair going on.

    And that was my day. No frills and with some slight exaggeration.

    I completely understand if it makes you want to peruse my card catalog and see if you can come up with something more interesting to read.

    May I suggest The Little House on the Prairie series? It’s very popular.

  • Oh, I have a question

    So, I’ve pretty much hit some kind of creative wall. Either that or life has become so boring in the last few days that I cannot figure out a way to make it interesting.

    In fact, I told Boomama yesterday that if things don’t pick up I’ll either have to shut the blog down or start making stuff up.

    Clearly, I’d choose option B and just make stuff up.

    To give you an example of my outstanding lack of anything interesting to say, here is what we did this weekend:

    1. I poured some vinegar into my bathroom sinks and let it soak to remove the hard water deposits.

    Fascinating.

    2. P revamped our outdoor illumination system and our home can now be seen from outer space. The FBI uses less wattage to perform interrogations.

    Which I know from all those times I’ve been interrogated.

    3. The time change screwed up our schedule and I slept too late to make it to church on Sunday morning.

    Actually, P woke me up about five minutes before we needed to walk out the door to make it on time, but since I am not Jane Jetson, it wasn’t going to happen.

    4. I went to Borders and bought a new, hot pink notebook to record all my thoughts.

    It has about 100 pages, which should be plenty.

    5. I cleaned out my closet and got out all my spring shoes.

    So, basically, SNOOZE.

    I realize there have been times in the past where I’ve created an entire post out of cleaning my closet, but it’s been done to death. Plus, it’s not nearly so interesting when I haven’t added anything new to the process. My closet looks just like it did this time last year after I cleaned it out, except for the removal of a pink Banana Republic sweater whose time had come and some brown, wedge heels that never fit right but I had kept them hoping my heel would become fatter and they’d actually stay on.

    It didn’t.

    Last night I went to Bible Study and told the girls that Big Mama was out of material, because we all refer to Big Mama as if she is a third party. I told them that when they pulled up Big Mama tomorrow on their computers all they would find was a recipe for Chicken Cakes.

    I was totally prepared and resigned to play the Chicken Cake card.

    But LO, THE SUN! My dear Bible study friend, Amy G., mentioned she is trying to come up with a great chapter book to read to her fourth grade class. She asked us about some of our favorite chapter books from the fourth grade.

    The wheels began to turn and I said, “WAIT, I’ll ask the internet about their favorite fourth grade books and hold off on posting the Chicken Cake recipe!”

    Your disappointment is palpable.

    Fourth grade was a stellar time for me and my love of books. I mean, it wasn’t like I had a really busy social schedule, other than talking to my boyfriend Jonathan every Monday afternoon on the phone while my mama drove my sister to dance class, because I certainly didn’t want her to know I was talking to a boy on the phone. Embarrassing.

    Jonathan and I had a secret romance that was comprised largely of three passed notes, a few clandestine Monday afternoon phone calls, and a silver necklace with a Hershey Kiss pendant that he gave me for Valentines Day. Shortly thereafter we broke up because he felt I was using him. I didn’t know what that meant, but he heard it from his friend Phillip who was clearly much wiser in matters of the heart.

    Anyway, what I’m saying is I loved to read books and, when I found one I loved, I read it over and over again. I would sneak into my closet at night, turn on the light and stay up way too late reading books.

    In fact, my book collection was so vast that I actually created my own private library using the shelves of my closet, complete with alphabetical listings and a mini-card catalogue so that my friends could check out my books.

    Oddly enough, I didn’t have that many friends.

    But my fourth grade social life isn’t the point. The point is what books did you read and love in the fourth grade or sometime in that time frame? Here are some we mentioned:

    Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (obvious choice)
    Super Fudge
    Blubber
    Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great (clearly, Judy Blume rules)
    Soup by Robert Newton Peck
    Island of the Blue Dolphins
    Where the Red Fern Grows
    The Shining (totally kidding, but wanted to make sure you’re paying attention)
    Ralph, the Motorcycle Mouse

    Those are just a few in what I am sure is a vast sea of quality fourth grade reading material. What are some great books we are leaving out?

    And for the four guys who read this blog, we need some manly input as well. Be brave.