Just for fun

  • Big Mama for President or you know…not

    I’ve never been an extremely politically minded person. I mean I vote in every election and I definitely have my political thoughts and beliefs that I feel strongly about, but I’ve never been one to want to run for any kind of office or even volunteer hours of my time at a campaign headquarters.

    Even in high school, I was content to be just a member of Student Council because after all, there were very important issues to be decided, such as prom theme and the various dress up days for Homecoming week. Serious, serious stuff and I didn’t want to be left out of these crucial decisions. But as far as making some poster board signs and pins that said “Big Mama for President. A vote for Big Mama is a vote for Pajama Day and Enchantment Under the Sea Prom theme”?

    No, not for me. Way too much pressure. I couldn’t have the final decisions regarding prom and what everyone would wear the week of Homecoming hanging solely on my significantly padded shoulders (remember it was the 80’s).

    In college, I was a member of COSGA which stands for something like Conference on Student Government Associations (shout out to Hite who interviewed me which started our lifelong friendship), but that wasn’t about school politics for me. It was about meeting really cool and potentially cute young politicos from other college campuses around the nation.

    And oh yeah, it wouldn’t look bad on a resume. I could put it right under “Diamond Darling for the Aggie Baseball Team” so that potential interviewers could see that they were dealing with a serious, academically driven candidate. Right.

    I guess I’m saying that I personally don’t understand why anyone would want to be a politician. I mean someone has to do it and I’m glad they do, but I get stressed about having to get to the grocery store and then Target in the same morning, so do I really need to be making decisions about what to do with North Korea or the federal deficit?

    However, I will be waiting in line at the polls today because I do believe that we should take our right to vote seriously. In my opinion, if you don’t vote then you can’t complain about the state of the Union and since I like to be able to complain, I will vote. It’s not just about politics, it’s about democracy and freedom of speech. It’s about the ability to have a voice in the whole big system. Our founding fathers and our veterans fought way too hard for our freedom for me to not use my voice.

    Heaven knows that if I lived in North Korea, there is no way Big Mama would be able to write as freely as I do. I’m proud to be an American, even if the votes don’t go the way I would like today.

  • The milkduds have gone straight to my brain, not to mention my braces

    So it’s that time of the month again (well, not THAT time of the month, my goodness that would be awfully personal information) and I find myself with a huge jumble of thoughts making their way around my head which is sad considering that it’s just the first day of the month. I wish I had something brilliant and witty to share, but obviously not enough to put real thought into it. I think part of my problem is that I’m coming down from a massive sugar high induced by candy I may or may not have stolen from Caroline’s trick or treat pile. Let me give you a random sampling (not of the candy, it’s mine…I mean hers) of a few thoughts in my head.

    1. Dancing With The Stars. I would like to walk around with a little mini-T.V. that would let me watch Emmitt Smith dance anytime I want to throughout my day. Of course technically that little T.V. does exist and it’s called an iPod. But y’all get my point, Emmitt has that smile and twinkle in his eyes that makes me want to carry him around in my pocket.

    My other thought on DWTS, did y’all see what Joey Lawrence had on at the Pumpkin Patch with his wife and daughter? That tight t-shirt, those jeans and that belt? I kept picturing P wearing that outfit and it cracked me up. I hope Joey has a stylist, because do men really dress like that?

    2. Speaking of pumpkin patches, Gulley and I decided on Monday morning to meet with the kids at the pumpkin patch. Only problem? Once we got there it was no longer a pumpkin patch, but rather just a pumpkin. As in only ONE pumpkin remained. So, here’s a picture of the kids gathered around the pumpkin. Festive, isn’t it?

    3. Just for clarification sake, let me say that I did not make Caroline’s pirate costume. I did make the duck and queen costumes, but the pirate was made by someone else. So, thanks for your compliments but it in no way reflected my limited sewing abilities. For the most part, putting peanut butter on a pinecone and calling it a squirrel feeder is about the extent of my craftiness.

    4. I helped with Caroline’s Halloween party at school today and while I was there both of her teachers mentioned how funny she is and just makes them laugh all the time. I can’t say it comes as any surprise to me, but I think it may fortell of some subpar conduct grades at some point in her academic future. Once again, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

    5. Do any of y’all remember the song Come On Feel the Noise by Quiet Riot? I heard it today and was hit with a wave of early 80’s nostalgia. I was instantly transported to a 7th grade dance pary held in Jamie Hornbuckle’s garage wearing Guess jeans and a button down Polo shirt with my penny loafers. Isn’t that weird how something like a song can make you think of a memory that you didn’t even know was in your head?

    6. Every morning as I’ve gotten dressed this week, I look in my closet and see all of my favorite winter sweaters mocking me. Oh the wardrobe options I would have if the temperature would just drop below 75 and stay there. I am tired of these “cold” fronts that tease me with a cold morning and leave me scrambling for my tired old shorts by the afternoon.

    7. I had an appointment with my lovely orthodontist this morning. P and I are now referring to him as Dr. Kevorkian. The only difference is that Dr. Kevorkian would put me out of my misery while my orthodontist perpetuates it. Anyway, he put some kind of new copper wires (they are really subtle) across my front teeth and told me they are real “food catchers” so I may want to avoid eating in public. Oh, no problem after all who really eats in front of people?

    So on that note, if y’all will excuse me I’m going to go sit in my closet and eat some more candy.

  • Friday six otherwise known as I have nothing else to say

    I am all tapped out at the moment, so here is my Friday six. I’ve also had to edit this about five times for various grammatical errors, so obviously my brain isn’t working at full capacity.

    These are the things that are on my mind right now. I’ll warn you that it isn’t very exciting or necessarily interesting, for that matter.

    1. Caroline is on a new diet that I’m going to call the “cocktail hour diet”. It consists of about five olives and a handful of peanuts eaten once daily. She’ll also throw in a few sweet gherkins for a little variety.

    2. Is it just me or have you ever been trying on clothes in Banana Republic and wished that you had some tweezers in your purse? I don’t know what it is about the lighting in there, but everytime I’m in one of their dressing rooms, I marvel at how many stray hairs remain on my brow line.

    3. Jeffrey on Project Runway…guilty or not guilty?

    4. In a fit of being Super Mama, I signed up to plan the Halloween party for Caroline’s class. Umm, yeah…I’m going to need some help with this one. Anyone have any great suggestions for a social event for 3 year olds?

    5. In other Caroline school news, every Thursday is show and tell. She’s supposed to bring something that starts with the letter of the week. The only flaw with this being that she doesn’t really know what letter anything starts with, which leaves me frantically hunting down some appropriate item every Thursday morning (because really, why would I plan ahead?). Yesterday after ruling out an egg, I settled for Ernie because he travels well.

    6. We were at the grocery store this evening and we had to go visit the lobsters in the tank as usual. Caroline asked if we could get one and I said no. She sighed and said “Maybe I’ll get one for Christmas.” Dream big, little one, dream big.

    Y’all have a nice weekend.

  • Hold me closer Tony Danza

    Gulley called me the other morning and she had been on the phone with our friend Stephanie. Steph had called to see if Gulley had seen Fergie earlier that morning on the Today show. Gulley said that no she hadn’t and wondered to herself if Fergie was promoting a new book about Weight Watchers or being the Duchess of York, when she realized that the Fergie that Steph was talking about was Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. In her defense it is NOT easy to stay current and trendy when you’re a mama. It takes some work, especially when you spend most of your time in the car listening to Veggie Tales and the like.

    Anyway, Steph was calling to talk about Fergie’s song called London Bridge. Her question was what exactly does one mean when they say “my London Bridge is falling down”. Is it dirty or could someone say something like “I can’t wear skinny jeans because my London Bridge is quickly succumbing to gravitational forces beyond my control?” Do any of y’all know the answer?

    I downloaded the song on iTunes and after giving careful consideration to the lyrics I can safely say I have no idea what Fergie is talking about so I’m going to refrain from discussing my London Bridge in public and I’d advise y’all to do the same.

    All this talk about musical lyrics made me think about songs that I have loved and songs that I have completely misunderstood. When I was in Junior High, my dad would take me to his friend’s music store and I could pick out any cassette tape that I wanted. My musical tastes ranged from Def Leppard’s Pyromania to Mac Davis’ Oh Lord it’s Hard to be Humble to Kenny Rogers’ The Gambler. I wish I were kidding, especially about Mac Davis.

    I remember singing Lucille at the top of my lungs. “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, 400 children and a crop in the field” and even in my 9 year old reasoning thinking well no wonder she left, my goodness 400 children. I’d leave too if someone made me have 400 children and harvest crops in the field. Have some decency.

    Another misunderstood favorite of mine was Billy Joel singing It’s Still Rock and Roll To Me. Remember the line, “how about a pair of pink sidewinders and a bright orange pair of pants”? Yes, a BRIGHT orange pair of pants makes much more sense than a FRIED orange pair of pants. I won’t embarrass myself by telling you how long I sang it my way. It NEVER even occurred to me to wonder what exactly a fried orange pair of pants would look like.

    I also spent many years in college singing along to Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places except instead of singing “I’m not big on social graces, think I’ll slip on down to the Oasis…”, I was singing (and not quietly may I add), “I’m not big on sausage gravy, think I’ll slip on down to the Oasis…” I can’t really explain what I thought gravy preferences had to do with going to the Oasis. I wish I could.

    So how about y’all? Any song lyrics that took you years to figure out? I am willing to bet it’s not just me and if it is, make something up.

  • Mamas are way cool and hip…or not

    I finally got my September/October issue of Paula’s Home Cooking in the mail today. I’m not sure why Paula wasn’t on her A game and I’m just now receiving it, but I’m just glad it’s here because it is chock full of all kinds of things I’m going to cook in the next few weeks. She even has a recipe for popcorn balls which I’m just thrilled about because some of my favorite Halloween memories include eating the popcorn balls that my Nanny used to make. I guarantee Caroline and I will be making some in the next month.

    Something on the cover of Paula’s magazine got me tickled. Here I’ll show you.

    Do y’all see on the cover where it says “Bobby’s Hip New Home”? It just cracked me up. Can’t y’all hear her saying, “Bobby has just moved into a new home y’all, and it is SO HIP.” She might even describe it to some of her friends as chic (which I bet she would pronounce chick).

    It made me laugh because it falls under things a Mama might say in all innocence while completely mortifying her child. I still laugh about a friend of mine who was moving into her dorm and her mom said something was AWESOME. She immediately snapped “Mom you do NOT say awesome.”

    My mama has kept a note for years that my younger sister wrote when she was in junior high and Mom was supposed to pick her up from the movies. It said, and I quote “Mom, pick us up at 9:00. DON’T SAY ANYTHING. You can ask how the movie was but DON’T SAY ANYTHING else.” Looking back I can’t believe my mom didn’t tell her to call a cab. I’m not blaming my sister because I am fully aware that I was just as bad, if not worse. I just didn’t leave a paper trail of evidence to prove it.

    I realize that my day is coming and in fact may already be here. Caroline is quick to tell me “Mama, you stop singing” or “Mama, don’t dance like that”. Apparently I can already be a huge embarrassment to the three year old set. It kind of makes me cringe when I think how bad it will be 10 years from now when we’re both at the height of crucial hormonal shifts.

    I guess it’s too much to hope that she’ll always think I’m hip and chic.

  • Fall into Reading


    I am a little late with my list for the Fall book challenge hosted by Katrina at Callipidder Days. As some of y’all who read Big Mama on a regular basis know, I have had technical difficulties this week. I’ve also struggled with my list because I’m not necessarily a planner (and by not necessarily, I mean not at all).

    I read constantly, but usually what I read is determined by what looks good at Borders on any given day. Also, if someone recommends a book they just love, I tend to drop everything else and pick up that book. Except for when Gulley recommended The Secret Life of Bees and I told her I had no desire to read it. A year later I am halfway through it and I love it. I was telling Gulley what a great book it was and she said “Yeah, I know. I told you that a year ago.” My only defense is that I had an 18 month old at the time and was quickly losing my grasp on my sanity. So with those disclaimers, here are the books I intend to read this fall in no particular order. Y’all will notice I lean heavily on the side of fiction.

    1. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

    2. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (recommended by Toni, who I think is a great writer and also loves some of my other favorite books)

    3. Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh (mentioned by both Toni and Barb)

    4. Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller

    5. The Power of a Praying Parent by Stormie Omartian (I’ve read parts of this, but it’s a work in progress as are my parenting skills)

    6. Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner

    7. Something Borrowed by Emily Griffin

    8. Something by Francine Rivers since I loved Redeeming Love. Any thoughts?

    9. I’m leaving the 9 spot open because I never know what I’m going to come across. If y’all have any suggestions, I’m always up for them.

    Happy Fall!