Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 33
September 16, 2015
Bubba's Special Drink
"Mama," my eleven year old son said. "I made you a special drink. Come in the kitchen to get it."
I couldn't wait to see what this was about.
I walked in and found a cup filled with water. But it was upside down. I'm not kidding. The opening was against the counter.
I looked at my boy. "Bubba, are you kidding?"
At this point, he was laughing hysterically. "You have to drink it, Mama!"
"Dude, there's no way I can pick it up without spilling the water."
So, the cup is sitting on my counter, while I figure out how to deal with this special drink.
(In case you are wondering, Bubba did the old magic card trick. He covered the cup with the card, flipped the cup over, and removed the card. Pretty good trick!)
I couldn't wait to see what this was about.
I walked in and found a cup filled with water. But it was upside down. I'm not kidding. The opening was against the counter.
I looked at my boy. "Bubba, are you kidding?"
At this point, he was laughing hysterically. "You have to drink it, Mama!"
"Dude, there's no way I can pick it up without spilling the water."
So, the cup is sitting on my counter, while I figure out how to deal with this special drink.
(In case you are wondering, Bubba did the old magic card trick. He covered the cup with the card, flipped the cup over, and removed the card. Pretty good trick!)
September 14, 2015
Cookie Crisis
Usually, I bake homemade cookies every week. This week, I simply didn't have time. Apparently, this was a problem.
As I sat at the computer, doing my work, I heard a strange sound - something that resembled the sound of a siren.
I wondered which member of my household was making it. I guessed either my son or my husband.
It was my husband.
"What's the big emergency?" I asked.
"There are no cookies in the house," he said.
I shrugged. "Sorry. I ran out of time to bake them this week. You'll have to eat fruit."
He shook his head. "We can't have this." He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
When he came back twenty minutes later, he had a bag full of - you guessed it - boxes of cookies. Three boxes to be exact.
"Seriously?" I asked. "Was that necessary?"
"Absolutely!"
He took one whole box for himself and disappeared into his office. When he came out, half of the box was eaten.
I shook my head. There is no doubt in my mind that I live with the cookie monster!
As I sat at the computer, doing my work, I heard a strange sound - something that resembled the sound of a siren.
I wondered which member of my household was making it. I guessed either my son or my husband.
It was my husband.
"What's the big emergency?" I asked.
"There are no cookies in the house," he said.
I shrugged. "Sorry. I ran out of time to bake them this week. You'll have to eat fruit."
He shook his head. "We can't have this." He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
When he came back twenty minutes later, he had a bag full of - you guessed it - boxes of cookies. Three boxes to be exact.
"Seriously?" I asked. "Was that necessary?"
"Absolutely!"
He took one whole box for himself and disappeared into his office. When he came out, half of the box was eaten.
I shook my head. There is no doubt in my mind that I live with the cookie monster!
September 10, 2015
Thirsty Dog
As I was coming down the stairs yesterday evening, I heard a slurping sound. It was coming from the bathroom. I wondered what it could be.
Curious, I entered the said room to investigate. Who do you think I saw?
You guessed it. Our hundred pound German Shepherd. He was standing at the toilet, in the dark, slurping up water.
"Schultz!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
He stopped and looked at me. Toilet water dripped off his jowls.
"That's disgusting, Schultz!" I didn't know who to be more upset with - my dog, or my son, who obviously left the toilet seat up. Again. I looked in the toilet. He had drank almost all of it. I shook my head. "Go drink your water from your bowl."
He walked past me and went to where his water bowl should have been. It wasn't there.
Then I remembered. The water bowl was in the dishwasher.
I guess a thirsty dog has to do what a thirsty dog has to do!
Curious, I entered the said room to investigate. Who do you think I saw?
You guessed it. Our hundred pound German Shepherd. He was standing at the toilet, in the dark, slurping up water.
"Schultz!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
He stopped and looked at me. Toilet water dripped off his jowls.
"That's disgusting, Schultz!" I didn't know who to be more upset with - my dog, or my son, who obviously left the toilet seat up. Again. I looked in the toilet. He had drank almost all of it. I shook my head. "Go drink your water from your bowl."
He walked past me and went to where his water bowl should have been. It wasn't there.
Then I remembered. The water bowl was in the dishwasher.
I guess a thirsty dog has to do what a thirsty dog has to do!
September 8, 2015
Bubbles!
Before I begin my story, I want to tell you about a new book release from Murees Dupe.
Title: The Amaranthine (Thelum Series)Author: Murees DupéGenre: Paranormal RomanceRelease Date: 8 September 2015
BlurbClaire is sassy, human, and an outcast of society―who only wants to know where she belongs.
Alex is arrogant, selfish, and an immortal warrior―who thinks he’s prepared for everything.
Claire knows the world of immortals is where she belongs. As her guide and guardian, Alex finds it hard to resist Claire’s subtle charm. Can the two overcome their differences and embrace their passion for each other, or will the possibility of true love be lost to both forever?
Find your copy here:
E-book: Kindle * Nook * Kobo * IBooks * Scribd * Inktera (Page Foundry) * Oyster * TolinoPaperback: Amazon * Goodreads Good luck, Murees! Your book looks and sounds great! Now for the story: "Bubba," my husband said. "Please load and run the dishwasher." In case you're new here, and you don't know Bubba, he's my eleven-year-old son. There's never a dull moment with him. This is another one of those not-so-dull moments. The boy loaded the dish washer, poured liquid soap in the appropriate holder, and started it. Ten minutes later, my daughter happened to pass the machine. She noticed bubbles coming out through the cracks. Figuring this was not good, she ran and got my husband. He stopped the dishwasher and opened it. Now, I wasn't home to witness all of this, but he said there were so many bubbles in the dishwasher, you couldn't even see the dishes. "Bubba!" he called. The boy came. "What did you do?" "I used that blue dishwashing soap," Bubba said, pointing to the Dawn liquid dish soap sitting on the counter. Yeah. Wrong stuff. Needless to say, the boy spent a very long time scooping bubbles out of the dishwasher. It took three additional runs to get them fully out. Hopefully now he knows the difference between dish soap and dish washing detergent!
Title: The Amaranthine (Thelum Series)Author: Murees DupéGenre: Paranormal RomanceRelease Date: 8 September 2015BlurbClaire is sassy, human, and an outcast of society―who only wants to know where she belongs.
Alex is arrogant, selfish, and an immortal warrior―who thinks he’s prepared for everything.
Claire knows the world of immortals is where she belongs. As her guide and guardian, Alex finds it hard to resist Claire’s subtle charm. Can the two overcome their differences and embrace their passion for each other, or will the possibility of true love be lost to both forever?
Find your copy here:
E-book: Kindle * Nook * Kobo * IBooks * Scribd * Inktera (Page Foundry) * Oyster * TolinoPaperback: Amazon * Goodreads Good luck, Murees! Your book looks and sounds great! Now for the story: "Bubba," my husband said. "Please load and run the dishwasher." In case you're new here, and you don't know Bubba, he's my eleven-year-old son. There's never a dull moment with him. This is another one of those not-so-dull moments. The boy loaded the dish washer, poured liquid soap in the appropriate holder, and started it. Ten minutes later, my daughter happened to pass the machine. She noticed bubbles coming out through the cracks. Figuring this was not good, she ran and got my husband. He stopped the dishwasher and opened it. Now, I wasn't home to witness all of this, but he said there were so many bubbles in the dishwasher, you couldn't even see the dishes. "Bubba!" he called. The boy came. "What did you do?" "I used that blue dishwashing soap," Bubba said, pointing to the Dawn liquid dish soap sitting on the counter. Yeah. Wrong stuff. Needless to say, the boy spent a very long time scooping bubbles out of the dishwasher. It took three additional runs to get them fully out. Hopefully now he knows the difference between dish soap and dish washing detergent!
September 4, 2015
Dream Job
Today, I'm over at Tara Robinson's new blog, Really Real Housewives. (Yes, I'm really one of those!) I'm talking about how to survive your child's birthday party. Even if you don't have kids, you might find it an entertaining read. Please stop by!
Now, for something a little different. Michael G. D'Agostino has this thing he does called Question of the Month. I decided to participate. This month's question is, "What's the best job you've ever had?"
Well, that's easy. Being a music teacher. Music is my passion, and I love sharing my knowledge with others, watching them grow as musicians, develop self-confidence, and enjoy making music. I am so lucky that I get to do it just about every day of my life!
What's the best job you've ever had?
Now, for something a little different. Michael G. D'Agostino has this thing he does called Question of the Month. I decided to participate. This month's question is, "What's the best job you've ever had?"
Well, that's easy. Being a music teacher. Music is my passion, and I love sharing my knowledge with others, watching them grow as musicians, develop self-confidence, and enjoy making music. I am so lucky that I get to do it just about every day of my life!
What's the best job you've ever had?
September 3, 2015
King Henry Died Drinking Chocolate Milk
"Mom," my teenage daughter said. "King Henry died drinking chocolate milk."
I looked at the girl. "Are you sure about that? You need to double check your source."
She laughed. "That's what my teacher said."
"Why in the world would your teacher tell you that? It might be true that King Henry died of food poisoning, but it wasn't from drinking chocolate milk."
Then the truth came out. "It's a memory device for learning the metric system and doing conversions: Kilo, hecto, deca, deci, centi, and milli."
Oh. That made sense.
So, how did King Henry really die? Food poisoning - from eating an excessive amount of lampreys (small eels). His physician told him not to do it. But King Henry didn't listen. Too bad for him.
If you want to learn about this math conversion system, go here.
September 2, 2015
Big Dreamer
"Mama, they should let you sleep in school," my son said after coming home from a long day at the "office."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why? You're supposed to learn in school. You can't learn if you're sleeping."
"But our future depends on big dreams. They need to give us time to sleep so we can have big dreams."
"I thought that was what night was for," I said.
Bubba shook his head. "There's never enough time at night for all the big dreams I have!"
I raised my eyebrows. "Why? You're supposed to learn in school. You can't learn if you're sleeping."
"But our future depends on big dreams. They need to give us time to sleep so we can have big dreams."
"I thought that was what night was for," I said.
Bubba shook his head. "There's never enough time at night for all the big dreams I have!"
August 31, 2015
A Bad Idea
My eleven-year-old son came in from playing outside. He didn't look so good.
"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked.
He sat down in his chair and shook his head. "Mama, I had a really bad idea."
"You? A bad idea?" I wondered what it could've been.
"Yeah. I drank Coke with Mentos and then jumped up and down on a trampoline."
I nodded. "Yep. That's not one of your better ideas. How do you feel?"
"Like I just ate undercooked broccoli without butter."
That's bad.
So, ladies and gentlemen, I would highly advise not drinking Coke with Mentos and then jumping on a trampoline. Learn from the boy!
"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked.
He sat down in his chair and shook his head. "Mama, I had a really bad idea."
"You? A bad idea?" I wondered what it could've been.
"Yeah. I drank Coke with Mentos and then jumped up and down on a trampoline."
I nodded. "Yep. That's not one of your better ideas. How do you feel?"
"Like I just ate undercooked broccoli without butter."
That's bad.
So, ladies and gentlemen, I would highly advise not drinking Coke with Mentos and then jumping on a trampoline. Learn from the boy!
August 28, 2015
How to Make Toast
Before I begin my story, I'd like to let you all know that I'm a guest over at Chrys Fey's blog. We're talking about blogging and my life as a mom. Please stop by and visit!
Now for the story.
Last night, my son was in the kitchen. He had a glass measuring cup, into which he inserted a half a stick of butter.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Making toast."
I shook my had. "Making toast? With a half a stick of butter?"
"Yes, Mama. I'm making my special homemade toast. Watch."
He took two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. Then he put the measuring cup with butter in the microwave, and nuked it until the butter was in liquid form. By that time, the toast had popped. He took them out of the toaster, put them on a plate, and then poured the liquid butter over each of them.
But that wasn't all. He flipped them over and poured butter on the other side. Then he got out the blackberry jam and smothered each piece with it.
"There," he said when his creation was finished. "Perfect."
Then the boy ate it.
So there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Now you know how to make toast. Bubba style.
Now for the story.
Last night, my son was in the kitchen. He had a glass measuring cup, into which he inserted a half a stick of butter.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Making toast."
I shook my had. "Making toast? With a half a stick of butter?"
"Yes, Mama. I'm making my special homemade toast. Watch."
He took two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. Then he put the measuring cup with butter in the microwave, and nuked it until the butter was in liquid form. By that time, the toast had popped. He took them out of the toaster, put them on a plate, and then poured the liquid butter over each of them.
But that wasn't all. He flipped them over and poured butter on the other side. Then he got out the blackberry jam and smothered each piece with it.
"There," he said when his creation was finished. "Perfect."
Then the boy ate it.
So there you go, ladies and gentlemen. Now you know how to make toast. Bubba style.
August 26, 2015
Motor Bikes
"I'm going to go ride my bike," my eleven-year-old son announced.
"Okay," I said. "Have fun."
About twenty minutes later, I heard a ridiculous amount of noise. I looked up and saw my boy and his friends coming down the street on their bikes. The noise was coming from their bikes. They sounded like a twenty-person motorcycle gang.
When they pulled in the driveway I walked over to ascertain what was causing this din. I found plastic cups rigged to the bikes' fenders which hit the wheel spokes as the bikes were pedaled. "Seriously?" I asked. "What were you guys thinking?"
My son grinned. "We're thinking motor bikes are way cooler than regular bikes. Do you like them?"
I shook my head. "You get an A+ for creativity, but an F for being respectable citizens. You'd better take those things off before someone calls the police because you guys are disturbing the peace!"
Oy!
"Okay," I said. "Have fun."
About twenty minutes later, I heard a ridiculous amount of noise. I looked up and saw my boy and his friends coming down the street on their bikes. The noise was coming from their bikes. They sounded like a twenty-person motorcycle gang.
When they pulled in the driveway I walked over to ascertain what was causing this din. I found plastic cups rigged to the bikes' fenders which hit the wheel spokes as the bikes were pedaled. "Seriously?" I asked. "What were you guys thinking?"
My son grinned. "We're thinking motor bikes are way cooler than regular bikes. Do you like them?"
I shook my head. "You get an A+ for creativity, but an F for being respectable citizens. You'd better take those things off before someone calls the police because you guys are disturbing the peace!"
Oy!
