Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tag me twice yet again... (Mother's Day 2007)
Now, I'm TOTALLY not complaining that I seem to get tagged in spurts like this. It makes it much easier to answer these tags and still have room for fiction.
Therefore... let's get on with the meme...
Both Erica and Red tagged me for the eight random things meme, but Erica explicitly asked for a band member's eight things, or eight things about the official ShapeShifter band mom, Sonya Voss.
It took awhile before anyone fully stepped up to the plate. Kerri is Sonya's daughter-in-law and was afraid she'd be seen as being a kiss-up if she said too much. Trevor didn't want to say anything nice in public, of course. Amy's busy with a patient. So that left… Good Old Dependable Mitchell.
Or, as Trevor calls him -- for good reason -- The Big Idiot.
Eight things about Ma:
1. She knows I only call her Ma to get under her skin. And since she knows that, she's always ignoring it. But I do it anyway 'cause now I'm stuck doing it.
2. She used to send us care packages on the road. She'd even fill the boxes with rubbers and underwear, especially on that last tour before I met Kerri, when the girls we'd let into the dressing room decided it was fun to steal our underwear when we dropped them.
3. She let us practice in the basement. We're a loud band, but she never complained, even when we weren't around. She'd just tell people she was glad she knew where we were.
4. Sometimes, she'd complain. If we were working on a song that sucked, she'd tell us. Every now and then, she had suggestions to make the song better. Not enough to turn herself into a pain in the ass, but when she said something, we'd listen and follow. It usually worked, too.
5. When I conned Kerri into meeting her, Ma treated Kerri like she was already a member of the family. Kerri was the first girl I ever did more than sleep with; that was probably all the tip-off Ma needed.
6. Ma and Dad used to come to all our shows. I mean ALL. They never missed a damn show. Sometimes, they were the only people in there. Now that we're big, they still come whenever we're in town. Even when we play Wolf Whistle shows. We have to save them two spots, even when we don't want to.
7. No one'll talk about it, but I think it was Ma's idea to let Trevor come live with us. She was always fast to tell anyone that she always wanted a second boy and that Trevor was better than a baby 'cause she didn't have to deal with his diapers. Trev hates it when she says that; he thinks he's too cool to have ever needed diapers. Amy says he probably didn't get out of them until he was seven. She might be right.
8. This is how cool Ma is: whenever she has the family over, she makes sure the entire band comes. With steady girls, if we've got 'em. And when I'm on the road but Kerri's at home, Ma makes sure Kerri comes to dinner a few times. She's sorta like Val; she likes to cook for the people she loves. Val's the better cook, of course, but don't tell Ma that. She might get a complex, but for a cook who didn't go to cook's school, she's damn good.
As for who to tag, here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Hey, notice how you don't have to link back to anyone? Well, let's fix that. Feel free to link back to me, okay? I love new groupies!
And next to share… Karen, Milan, Dewey, she, Claire, Breeni, Nimrodiel, and littlebirdblue. Yep, a lot of book friends you may not be familiar with. Why aren't you?
I only get to hound you for ten more days with this. Aren't you glad? I am.
And if you've missed it somehow, Just a reminder... go vote for me!
Yes, I'm totally going to torture you with this until the voting closes on May 22. So go vote, will ya? If you've already voted, why not register under another e-mail address? You'll get to vote again that way!
(PS -- I've got my first sunburn of the year. I'm not happy about that. *sniff*)
Therefore... let's get on with the meme...
Both Erica and Red tagged me for the eight random things meme, but Erica explicitly asked for a band member's eight things, or eight things about the official ShapeShifter band mom, Sonya Voss.
It took awhile before anyone fully stepped up to the plate. Kerri is Sonya's daughter-in-law and was afraid she'd be seen as being a kiss-up if she said too much. Trevor didn't want to say anything nice in public, of course. Amy's busy with a patient. So that left… Good Old Dependable Mitchell.
Or, as Trevor calls him -- for good reason -- The Big Idiot.
Eight things about Ma:
1. She knows I only call her Ma to get under her skin. And since she knows that, she's always ignoring it. But I do it anyway 'cause now I'm stuck doing it.
2. She used to send us care packages on the road. She'd even fill the boxes with rubbers and underwear, especially on that last tour before I met Kerri, when the girls we'd let into the dressing room decided it was fun to steal our underwear when we dropped them.
3. She let us practice in the basement. We're a loud band, but she never complained, even when we weren't around. She'd just tell people she was glad she knew where we were.
4. Sometimes, she'd complain. If we were working on a song that sucked, she'd tell us. Every now and then, she had suggestions to make the song better. Not enough to turn herself into a pain in the ass, but when she said something, we'd listen and follow. It usually worked, too.
5. When I conned Kerri into meeting her, Ma treated Kerri like she was already a member of the family. Kerri was the first girl I ever did more than sleep with; that was probably all the tip-off Ma needed.
6. Ma and Dad used to come to all our shows. I mean ALL. They never missed a damn show. Sometimes, they were the only people in there. Now that we're big, they still come whenever we're in town. Even when we play Wolf Whistle shows. We have to save them two spots, even when we don't want to.
7. No one'll talk about it, but I think it was Ma's idea to let Trevor come live with us. She was always fast to tell anyone that she always wanted a second boy and that Trevor was better than a baby 'cause she didn't have to deal with his diapers. Trev hates it when she says that; he thinks he's too cool to have ever needed diapers. Amy says he probably didn't get out of them until he was seven. She might be right.
8. This is how cool Ma is: whenever she has the family over, she makes sure the entire band comes. With steady girls, if we've got 'em. And when I'm on the road but Kerri's at home, Ma makes sure Kerri comes to dinner a few times. She's sorta like Val; she likes to cook for the people she loves. Val's the better cook, of course, but don't tell Ma that. She might get a complex, but for a cook who didn't go to cook's school, she's damn good.
As for who to tag, here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Hey, notice how you don't have to link back to anyone? Well, let's fix that. Feel free to link back to me, okay? I love new groupies!
And next to share… Karen, Milan, Dewey, she, Claire, Breeni, Nimrodiel, and littlebirdblue. Yep, a lot of book friends you may not be familiar with. Why aren't you?
I only get to hound you for ten more days with this. Aren't you glad? I am.
And if you've missed it somehow, Just a reminder... go vote for me!
Yes, I'm totally going to torture you with this until the voting closes on May 22. So go vote, will ya? If you've already voted, why not register under another e-mail address? You'll get to vote again that way!
(PS -- I've got my first sunburn of the year. I'm not happy about that. *sniff*)
Labels: Blogger's Choice Award, meme, Mitchell, mothers, Sonya, Writing Aspirations
Monday, April 24, 2006
Fiction Outtake: The Time Before Dinner (The Early Days)
Patterson had called to say he was due home sooner than originally expected, so Sonya was absorbed in getting dinner together when it all began. She felt rushed; she'd spent the day helping a friend try to make sense of a temporary bookkeeper's disaster, and Sonya and her friend had quit for the day still wondering if they were seeing the numbers correctly. She had brought some of the paperwork home for Patterson to look over; while he wasn't a figures sort of man, he was sure to know some at the office who were.
With all of that on her mind, it wasn't surprising that she barely paid attention when Mitchell and Trevor slunk through the kitchen, an unfamiliar girl between them. And she was too focused on defrosting the ground beef to dwell on the fact that Trevor was alone when he returned to the kitchen and asked, with his fake innocent air, if he could help.
Sonya handed Trevor a knife and the onion she'd been trying to chop while she rummaged in the vegetable bin for the broccoli. The boy went to work without complaining, but again, she was too wrapped up in the idea of dinner to think much about that anomaly, either. It was just a relief to have the extra set of willing hands.
When Amy screeched, she jumped three feet, taking the skillet with her. Mostly defrosted ground beef and unevenly chopped onion splattered her arms; Sonya banged the pan back on its burner. "Amy Christina, this had better be life-or-death!"
"Mom! You have got to see what Mitchell's doing now!" Amy rushed into the kitchen, her face as pale as her hair. She chewed worriedly on her lower lip and gestured over her shoulder with an unusual urgency.
Trevor's snicker stuck in Sonya's brain and she turned to him, considering.
"Let me go see," she said calmly, reaching for a kitchen towel to wipe her hands and arms off with. "You tend the meat," she told Amy and crossed the family room and up the three stairs to the sleeping wing of the house, her daughter's protests about cooking falling on uncaring ears.
Carefully, quietly, she opened the door to the boys' room, and peeked inside. Mitchell and the girl were wrapped around each other, mostly covered by the bedsheets, his hair hiding both their faces.
She cleared her throat.
Mitchell's head jerked around, his eyes wide and scared, his mouth open in surprise. The girl bit back a guilty and panicked sound as Mitchell said, "Ma!" He started to scrabble at the sheets, pulling them up closer around himself and his girl, trying to soothe her at the same time.
Sonya couldn't stop the smile at the sight of her son's swollen lips -- and devotion to someone he'd probably never met before, knowing Trevor. "If your friend would like to stay for dinner, just let me know and I'll set an extra place," she said and closed the door again.
She didn't need to press her ear to the door to hear their sighs of relief. But she did need a minute to lean against the wall and laugh. That little scene was something she knew Trevor had been working on for a few weeks now and while she supposed that as a mother, she ought to be yelling at her youngest for having sex under her roof, she and Patterson were liberal enough to know their home was the best choice. Lord only knew the sort of places Trevor would drag Mitchell to next time if she made a fuss now.
Trevor, on the other hand… Amy, too.
Sonya pushed herself away from the wall beside Mitchell's door, gritting her teeth. Trevor had set Amy up for that intrusion; of that, she had no doubt. It was probably the only reason why Trevor had brought Mitchell and his friend back to the house.
Regardless of whether or not she'd been set up, Amy knew better than to go into the boys' room without knocking first. A closed door meant something in the Voss household, regardless of what lies Trevor had told her. Just as other families had inviolable rules about who did what chore on what day, the Voss family had rules about what a closed door meant.
Amy and Trevor were arguing in the kitchen, probably about what had just transpired. And something was starting to smell overcooked.
That needed to be dealt with before Patterson got home. Time was running short and now Sonya wasn't exactly certain how many she'd be cooking for. While she doubted the girl would stay, Mitchell could very well want some time to himself. A boy didn't lose his virginity every day, and a boy as sensitive as Mitchell was bound to need the time to make sense of what he'd just done.
Amy and Trevor, on the other hand… Yes, Sonya told herself as she straightened the hem of her shirt. Something was starting to smell overcooked in that kitchen of hers, all right.
With all of that on her mind, it wasn't surprising that she barely paid attention when Mitchell and Trevor slunk through the kitchen, an unfamiliar girl between them. And she was too focused on defrosting the ground beef to dwell on the fact that Trevor was alone when he returned to the kitchen and asked, with his fake innocent air, if he could help.
Sonya handed Trevor a knife and the onion she'd been trying to chop while she rummaged in the vegetable bin for the broccoli. The boy went to work without complaining, but again, she was too wrapped up in the idea of dinner to think much about that anomaly, either. It was just a relief to have the extra set of willing hands.
When Amy screeched, she jumped three feet, taking the skillet with her. Mostly defrosted ground beef and unevenly chopped onion splattered her arms; Sonya banged the pan back on its burner. "Amy Christina, this had better be life-or-death!"
"Mom! You have got to see what Mitchell's doing now!" Amy rushed into the kitchen, her face as pale as her hair. She chewed worriedly on her lower lip and gestured over her shoulder with an unusual urgency.
Trevor's snicker stuck in Sonya's brain and she turned to him, considering.
"Let me go see," she said calmly, reaching for a kitchen towel to wipe her hands and arms off with. "You tend the meat," she told Amy and crossed the family room and up the three stairs to the sleeping wing of the house, her daughter's protests about cooking falling on uncaring ears.
Carefully, quietly, she opened the door to the boys' room, and peeked inside. Mitchell and the girl were wrapped around each other, mostly covered by the bedsheets, his hair hiding both their faces.
She cleared her throat.
Mitchell's head jerked around, his eyes wide and scared, his mouth open in surprise. The girl bit back a guilty and panicked sound as Mitchell said, "Ma!" He started to scrabble at the sheets, pulling them up closer around himself and his girl, trying to soothe her at the same time.
Sonya couldn't stop the smile at the sight of her son's swollen lips -- and devotion to someone he'd probably never met before, knowing Trevor. "If your friend would like to stay for dinner, just let me know and I'll set an extra place," she said and closed the door again.
She didn't need to press her ear to the door to hear their sighs of relief. But she did need a minute to lean against the wall and laugh. That little scene was something she knew Trevor had been working on for a few weeks now and while she supposed that as a mother, she ought to be yelling at her youngest for having sex under her roof, she and Patterson were liberal enough to know their home was the best choice. Lord only knew the sort of places Trevor would drag Mitchell to next time if she made a fuss now.
Trevor, on the other hand… Amy, too.
Sonya pushed herself away from the wall beside Mitchell's door, gritting her teeth. Trevor had set Amy up for that intrusion; of that, she had no doubt. It was probably the only reason why Trevor had brought Mitchell and his friend back to the house.
Regardless of whether or not she'd been set up, Amy knew better than to go into the boys' room without knocking first. A closed door meant something in the Voss household, regardless of what lies Trevor had told her. Just as other families had inviolable rules about who did what chore on what day, the Voss family had rules about what a closed door meant.
Amy and Trevor were arguing in the kitchen, probably about what had just transpired. And something was starting to smell overcooked.
That needed to be dealt with before Patterson got home. Time was running short and now Sonya wasn't exactly certain how many she'd be cooking for. While she doubted the girl would stay, Mitchell could very well want some time to himself. A boy didn't lose his virginity every day, and a boy as sensitive as Mitchell was bound to need the time to make sense of what he'd just done.
Amy and Trevor, on the other hand… Yes, Sonya told herself as she straightened the hem of her shirt. Something was starting to smell overcooked in that kitchen of hers, all right.
Labels: Amy, creative writing, fiction, Mitchell, outtake, Sonya, Trevor
