Author: Big Mama

  • Struggling to come to terms with wedding cake deprivation

    Well, we attended another wedding this weekend and it does not please me one bit to tell y’all that apparently, brides everywhere are keeping their guests waiting for cake. Seriously, what is up? I suspect it’s a sophisticated ploy that allows the bride to save money by ordering a small cake, knowing that if she waits until midnight to cut it, all her guests will have gone home.

    And made a stop at Baskin Robbins on the way home because they are in desperate need of something for dessert, and have spent the last 5 hours staring at a huge display of chocolate groom’s cake goodness they didn’t get to eat.

    Get off the wallet, brides of America. Cut the cake already. Wedding guests need their cake.

    It’s not like the day is all about you.

    So, about the actual wedding.

    The minister began the service by telling the bride and groom to look around and savor the moment, to realize that they were in the middle of one of the high, holy days of their lives, which I liked a lot. But then, his whole message focused on the most important aspect of marriage is forgiveness and while I agree that forgiveness is necessary, I think there are so many other great things that can be said of marriage. Love, companionship, blah blah blah.

    He even said that this day would be a good day for anyone in the audience holding a grudge to let it go. And as he said it, the groom’s father who was serving as best man, left the altar and walked back to his seat like he was on a mission. I thought we were about to witness a real live airing of the grievances, but apparently he’d spent the day with the stomach flu and started feeling a little woozy, so he sat down.

    Needless to say, I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t any drama.

    We got to the reception and were thrilled to see they were serving sushi. P and I had been on a big sushi kick right before I quit my job. Now, it just doesn’t seem to make good sense to have raw fish delivered to our door 3 nights a week at $65 a pop, which I’ve figured out because I am a financial genius.

    So, we enjoyed our sushi and, as a bonus, they had a whole display of assorted cheeses and crackers. I am a fool for a quality assortment of cheese and crackers. In fact, whenever I stay in hotels, one of my favorite things to do is to order up a big tray of cheese and crackers with a glass of wine. Not because I am sophisticated wine and cheese type person, but because I love all fatty dairy products, and I need the wine to help me sleep on a bed that doesn’t have a fitted bottom sheet.

    Non-fitted bottom sheets are worse than attending a wedding and not getting to eat cake.

    Maybe.

    Anyway, we had to leave the reception to go pick up Caroline from P’s sister’s house. And we left without cake. There was much sobbing and crying in the elevator, and I finally had to tell P to just get over it. There will be other weddings, other cakes. Plus, we had a bag of Hostess Powdered Donettes at home, which is almost the same thing…but not.

    Our recent experiences with wedding cake deprivation made me remember a story my Nanny told me about my Big Bob. Towards the end of Big Bob’s life, he struggled with dementia. It started slowly and since he’d always been a bit quirky, no one really noticed at first.

    Nanny and Big Bob were guests at a wedding for a good friend’s granddaughter. Nanny was standing around, visiting with some of her friends, when Big Bob strolled up eating a piece of cake.

    She asked, “Bob, where did you get that cake?”

    He nodded in the direction of the cake table, pointing with his fork, “Over there”.

    Nanny couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the bride and groom cutting the cake. And then realized, she hadn’t missed the bride and groom cutting the cake. She had missed Big Bob heading over to the cake table and using the silver, engraved cake knife to cut himself the first piece of bride’s cake.

    She blamed it on his dementia, but I say he knew exactly what he was doing. There is just so much willpower a person can have when being taunted by an uncut cake.

    I’m not saying I would do it myself, but if I could find an elderly wedding guest to do it for me, I’d totally consider putting the knife in their hand.

    I’m kidding.

    Maybe.

  • To blog or not to blog, that is the question…well, kind of

    Chilihead is hosting a little 20 questions kind of thing today, except with, you know, about 9 questions instead of 20. I thought it would be fun to finally put to rest all of the questions surrounding the blog that is Big Mama. Plus, I really can’t wait to see what other people have to say because I am nosy, which is evidenced by the fact that I love to read about other people’s lives on a daily basis.

    Anyway, here goes. Woo hoo.

    How did you start blogging?

    Umm, I signed up at blogger.com.

    Oh, you want more?

    My first introduction to the blog world was purely as a reader. During Caroline’s newborn stage, the computer became my steady companion. There was only so much Days Of Our Lives I could watch, seeing as how the plotlines were essentially the same plotlines I watched in college, so instead of being smart and sleeping when Caroline slept, I got on the world wide web.

    I found a Mommy forum for August ’03 mamas and started checking in just to reassure myself that I was normal and not, in fact, having some kind of breakdown. One of the girls on the forum mentioned a blog called Dooce. I started reading and was hooked, because although our beliefs couldn’t be more different, she is a phenomenal writer and made me laugh. Not to mention that our babies were about the same age and I related to many of her thoughts on new motherhood.

    However, based on Dooce, I thought blogs were strictly for liberal, cool 20-somethings with alternative viewpoints on life. The idea of actually writing about my life ON THE INTERNET never even occurred to me.

    Then, about a year later, I randomly stumbled onto In the Midst of It and then, Boomama. I related to everything about them. Their faith, their families, their friends. So, I thought what the heck? I’ve got some stories and I’ll write them, even if no one ever reads them.

    I honestly figured the blog would last a week.

    Did you intend to be a blog w/a following? If so, how did you go about it?

    Honestly, when I started this blog I figured it would be something fun for Gulley and me to read. My daily goal was to either record a memory of Caroline or to make Gulley laugh. That’s about as ambitious as it got. Do y’all really think I would have called myself Big Mama if I had known more than 10 people would someday call me that?

    What do you hope to achieve or accomplish with your blog?

    I guess my main goal has always been to make myself a better writer and record memories, plus I thought it might help me get started on the book I’ve always said I’d like to write.

    When I go back and read some of my earlier posts, I cringe a little. I think writing is one of those things that gets better with practice. I know that the more I write, the better I write. It makes me work harder to come up with new and creative ways to say, “Today, I cleaned up some poop.”

    Have you been successful?

    I think I’ve been fairly successful. However, I have my favorite blogs that I read and, honestly, covet their writing skills. There are some amazing writers out in the blog world. And when I read a well turned phrase or punch line, it makes me almost weep with joy…or envy. Or both.

    Has the focus of your blog changed since you started blogging? How?

    I don’t know that focus and Big Mama really go together.

    What do you know now that you wish you’d known when you started?

    I don’t know that there is anything I would do differently. At times I wonder if I shouldn’t use Caroline’s name or picture, but I think I do a pretty good job of keeping other aspects anonymous for safety reasons. I asked Gulley the other day if she wanted me to go back and change her name to G in all of my old posts, because I had no idea that anyone other than my friends would read this. Of course, it’s been kind of fun because anyone who knew us in college can figure out immediately who I am when they see Gulley’s name. And the Diamond Darling thing is a dead giveaway for sure.

    Do you make money with your blog?

    No. However, I have received a roll of paper towels and 2 boxes of cereal. I think these items will definitely help pay Caroline’s college tuition and more than compensate me for the embarrassing things I’ve confessed over the last 11 months.

    Does your immediate or extended family know about your blog? If so, do they read it?

    All of my family and P’s family know about the blog. I never had any intention of keeping it a secret, but I didn’t tell them when I started it because I didn’t really know that I’d blog for more than a week. Also, I still feel awkward and weird telling people, “Umm, I have this, like website type thing and umm, people read about my life ON THE INTERNET.”

    However, everyone has found out about it one way or the other and I think most of them read it sometimes. Even my 89 year old grandmother who has her own laptop and wireless internet. How cool is that? Hi Nanny.

    Plus, P has occasionally forwarded out links to posts, primarily the ones about elk hunting or hunting for hogs out of helicopters, to his group of friends. I am proud to say that I may be one of the only mommy blogs to ever be read by members of the U.S. special forces, and assorted other guys in their 20’s and 30’s. I reach all demographics really.

    What two pieces of advice would you give to a new blogger?

    The best advice was something I read one time that I think was actually from Dooce. Whenever you write something, imagine the last person in the world who you’d want to read it and then assume that some day they will find it. If that’s okay, post away. If not, rethink what you wrote and save yourself the heartache. I have been amazed at the random people from my life that have found me through this blog, which reminds me that you never know who will be reading.

    Also, the best way to get traffic is to leave comments on other blogs. Back before I had my own blog, I always wondered if bloggers liked comments or if they got to a point where they didn’t care. I don’t know about everyone else, but I will reveal my inner dork once again, to say that I adore comments. I never get tired of them and let’s be honest, they are sometimes the funniest part of this blog.

    Plus, I’ve gotten to the point where I have my list of blogs that I read faithfully and many times the only way I find a new blog is through my comments. If someone leaves a good comment and if P and Caroline will quit telling me they need to eat or need clean clothes or whatever, then I love to go visit my commenters. And if I’m reading someone else’s blog and see a funny comment, I’ll click on it to see who wrote it. So, don’t be afraid to give a shout out.

    I hope now that I’ve answered these questions, you will be able to sleep better at night knowing how Big Mama came to be. I will say that it’s been more fun than I ever imagined, and that’s because of y’all. Big love from Big Mama.

    Now head on over to Chilihead’s because inquiring minds want to know.

  • It is, indeed, the quicker picker upper

    I have fallen woefully behind on product reviews. I keep meaning to write a review for various products, but then come up with some completely average story that must be told. It’s all about the quality here.

    Anyway, a few weeks ago, the folks at Bounty sent me a sample roll of their new Bounty One Sheet paper towels. I am a paper towel addict and honestly, go through more than should be allowed. I am probably responsible for the death of millions of trees due to my need to use multiple paper towels each hour. I love that I can clean up a mess and then dispose of said towel. No laundry required.

    The Bounty One Sheet did a great job of cleaning up spills, and trust me, we had plenty of opportunities to put it to the test. One of the online ads shows someone wetting it down like a washcloth and re-using it, and while that may actually work, I didn’t try it. It goes against everything I stand for to re-use a paper towel. However, for people who rinse out and re-use Ziploc bags, this feature may totally work for you.

    Overall, I was pleased with the One Sheet. I still prefer the velvety softness of Viva over the Bounty brand, which would be the only reason I wouldn’t buy these at the store. I just like really soft paper towels.

    But I don’t even make my bed in the morning, so really, who am I to talk?

    If you’re looking for a strong towel that will clean up just about anything a toddler can spill, Bounty One Sheet will work for you.

  • Everyone’s a critic

    We spent Friday afternoon at the pool having a grand old time. And I hate to brag, but I went down the new super slide at the pool. I feel fairly certain I am the first mother to go down the slide and, possibly, the only mother who will risk losing her swimsuit to make her child smile.

    Well, except for Gulley. Now that I’ve gone down the slide, it’s like I’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You go, Gulley.

    But hold on tight to your bottoms.

    Anyway, after a day of swimming we were headed home and I told P how excited I was about all of y’alls fantastic classic country suggestions. I was more excited than I probably should admit to spend an entire Friday night downloading songs off iTunes.

    I said, “People came up with some songs I would have totally forgotten”

    Caroline: “What Mama? What songs?”

    Me: “Oh sweetie, just some old songs that Mama wants to put on her iPod.”

    Caroline: “Like what songs?”

    Me: (singing and thrilled to have a captive audience) “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille. Four hungry children and crops in the field. I’ve had some bad times, lived through….”

    Caroline: (interrupting and maybe suffering from bleeding ears) “Oh. Okay, that’s enough.”

  • Friday night blues

    Well, between the Aggies losing to Rice in the 10th inning tonight and Paris heading back to jail, I’m just despondent.

    It’s not right.

    I think I’ll go eat some ice cream and see if I can muster my will to live.

  • She was 41 and her daddy still called her baby

    Last night after dinner, when we discovered there was truly nothing on T.V., we scrolled through our channel guide and discovered our music channels. I had no idea we even had music channels. We switched our service to Dish Network after I decided that Time Warner is part of the axis of evil, and I haven’t spent much time perusing all our programming options.

    Plus, we know where Noggin is and, in at least one of our opinions, that’s all that matters. Oh Go Diego Go, how I love starting my mornings to the sound of Rosie Perez’s voice.

    Anyway, P searched for a classic country option. We’ve been listening to quite a lot of classic country lately because it’s always on at Mimi and Bop’s house. Lo and behold, we have our very own classic country channel on our television through the technological marvel that is the satellite dish. So, we sat on the couch and listened to some high quality music while we discussed our the events of our day.

    Seriously, there is nothing on T.V. this week, but don’t think I’m not counting down the days until the all new season of Top Chef premieres next week.

    Hearing some of the songs brought back so many childhood memories that I could almost smell the interior of our ’77 Buick LeSabre with its baby blue velour seats. I was country when country wasn’t cool, wearing my cowboy boots from Weiners. Of course wearing cowboy boots bought from Weiners probably qualified me as more of an urban cowboy.

    I shrieked with delight when The Statler Brothers came on. “Flowers on the Wall”, anyone remember it? “Elizabeth”? “Do You Know You are My Sunshine?”?

    These are classics people. Classics.

    In a one hour period, we listened to John Conlee, Patsy Cline, Buck Owens, Jessie Colter, Waylon Jennings and George Jones. I think I frightened P with all my nostalgia and talk of GENUINE LEATHER cowboys boots from Weiners. But as God is my witness, I am so going to download some classic country from iTunes this weekend and don’t be fooled into thinking for a minute that “Delta Dawn” isn’t going to be on the list.

    So, what classic country would be on y’alls list? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Be proud and own your love of The Oakridge Boys. You know you spent some time singing “Elvira”. Don’t deny it.

    And any comments that mention Rascal Flatts or Kenny Chesney as legitimate musical suggestions will be promptly deleted. They’re not classic and they’re not country. George Jones would give up drinking before he’d be seen wearing pukka shells around his neck.