“OK honey; tell me what we’re having for supper tonight?” Her reply was sincere as
the sky is blue and she said it with a straight face, “Piña Colada’s mom, I bet that would be good.” I laughed out loud and explained that piña colada’s were a drink. She then thought that maybe we could have something else to eat and instead of milk we could wash it down with Piña Colada’s. I laughed out loud again and explained that a Piña Colada was an alcoholic drink, not suitable for children. After a long pause she said, “you’re going to put that in your blog aren’t you mom?” “Yes honey, nothing is sacred when you have a mommy that blogs!”
My kids say the funniest things. One day my son William was watching TV with my husband when he came into the kitchen with a somber look on his face. “Mom, why do guys with my name always get shot at in the movies?” I was confused and asked him to explain further. “They always say, “Fire at Will!”
One day my daughter asked me if she could have a pet bird. I explained that birds are messy and loud and that I didn’t think she was ready for such a big responsibility. In protest she loudly stomped up the stairs to her bedroom and shouted, “Well that’s just fine, I guess I’ll be the only person at my school that doesn’t have a peacock!”
When I first learned that my book was going to be published I had a difficult time with the “public” aspect of it. My profile was hidden on Facebook and I never posted pictures or spoke of my children. I had a stalker that was trying to find me and my family and I did this to protect us. At the time I even wrote articles with a pen name: Emily Brown. I made the decision to "go public” with my name and to stop hiding after a lot of soul searching.
I wasn’t going to let this person decide how I lived my life and I wasn’t going to put a pen name on my first book just because they might find me. I’m happy with my decision but still very afraid that I may open the door one day and find the “stalker” on my porch. This is bad to the point of my children’s schools having a picture of the “stalker” on file in case they show up there. I’m still not ready to tell the whole story about the stalker – but when I’m ready you will be the first to hear it. I’m fairly certain that the stalker is on the bus too which makes it even more difficult for me. Blogging is
as easy as breathing for me however I still sometimes find myself not saying certain things because “they” might read it. But with time I will get over this. In the meantime I have placed baseball bats under each seat in the bus, feel free to beat the stalker whenever you get the urge!
Happy Tuesday passengers! I think we just might stop at O’Mally’s and have us a Piña Colada today.
If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain, if you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain. If you'd like making love at midnight, in the dunes on the Cape, then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape. ~Rupert Homes