Monday, February 10, 2014

Target - That'll be three hundred dollars ma'am.

Does anyone escape Target without dropping a hundred bucks?  I've now taken to just avoiding Target altogether.  It is the only store I go into requiring socks and come out with a basket full of "necessities".  Well, there and Costco, and maybe IKEA.  Thank goodness IKEA is four hours away.  

This is a scene I witnessed when Sasha was much younger, like five.  I'm sure she would be appalled to think that at one time, this was a struggle for her.  I would go as far as saying, she would most likely deny this ever happened.  But, we actually got off pretty cheap on this trip.


TARGET CHECKOUT COUNTER

Sasha shuffles toward the checkout, wallet dangling by the key ring looped around her finger.  She clutches her purchases with both arms: bag of Fritos, bag of Airheads candy, mechanical pencils, and a box of fruit roll-ups.  

Barely three feet tall, her eyes even with the counter, she pitches the loot onto the belt, then fumbles to open her wallet.  It overflows with wads of crumpled bills.

SASHA
(peering at me)
I don't know if I have enough quarters.

CLERK
That will be six eighty-four.

A tall HIPSTER in his 20’s hovers behind Sasha.


SASHA
(desperate)
How many quarters is that?

ME
Give her seven one dollar bills.

Sasha digs through the wad.  The line behind her deepens.


ME (CONT’D)
Here.  Let me help.
(locating a ten amidst the crumpled notes)
Here.  You're giving her ten dollars and it costs seven dollars.  How much do you get back?

The Hipster leans in a bit.  Will she figure it out?  


ME (CONT’D)
What is ten minus seven?

SASHA
Is minus the take away?

ME
(aware of the growing line)
Yes.

Sasha shifts her weight, then extends her five mini fingers on one hand and five on the other.  


SASHA
(whispering to herself)
Ten.

The Hipster cheers her silently.  The Clerk fixates on Sasha, rooting for her as well, waiting to hand over the change.  

As Sasha focuses, her tongue glides to the corner of her mouth.  She closes each finger as she counts.


SASHA (CONT’D)
One, two, three, four, five.

Moving to the 2nd hand, she folds down the thumb easily.  


SASHA (CONT’D)
Six.

As she bends down the middle finger, the ring finger folds against Sasha’s will.  

Feeling her strain, the Hipster leans a little closer.  

Sasha struggles to fold the pinky finger instead, but can't quite keep it down with the thumb.  

The line behind Sasha swells.  The Clerk leans closer.  

Finally, she attempts the pointer finger.  Success!


SASHA (CONT’D)
Seven.  
(counting the remaining raised digits)
Three.  I get three dollars back.  

HIPSTER
Excellent!

CLERK
That's right!  Three dollars and sixteen cents.

The Clerk deposits the bills and coins on Sasha’s open palm. Sasha clenches her fist and shoves it toward me.  

She skips over to the low counter where her bagged loot awaits.  Grabbing the loot, she grasps my hand and skips off, tugging me along.

END

Now that the kiddos are in school, I try to avoid shopping with them, ever.  The days of a successful shopping trip defined as me NOT being that mother with the child running maniacally through the aisles have mostly subsided, but I'm still somewhat scarred.  Who would have thought a happy memory could result from a shopping trip with my kiddos?  I guess they do grow up.

Kiddos Update:  Sark and Sasha performed at the elementary school talent show last week.  In year's past, they always performed together.  Much to my dismay, the brother sister duo split this year due to creative differences.  Sasha thought Sark shouldn't hula hoop.  Being as that is his whole act, they came to an impasse.  Instead, Sasha recruited some friends to perform gymnastics with her.  I was sad at first, but soon realized it was easier to cheer them both on separately than to be in the middle of their squabble about who should be in front when, etc.





Friday, January 31, 2014

Sark's Writing Advice

MINIVAN - ON THE ROAD

As I’m driving, I check the rearview mirror and find Sark perched in his booster seat surveying the scenery as it floats past.

ME
So what did you think of the beginning of my screenplay?

SARK
I liked it.

ME
Do you have any suggestions for it?  Any feedback?

SARK
Well.  What are you going to rate the movie?

ME
Ummm.  I don’t know.

SARK
Like, is it going to be PG-13?

ME
I guess so, probably PG-13.

SARK
Well...  That’s the first thing you need to know.  You need to know your audience.  Like if it’s going to be PG-13, you need to have stuff in there for a 13 year old.

ME
What do you think a 13 year old would enjoy?

SARK
A battle is always good.  You need one at the beginning, one at the end, and one in the middle to give you a good thrill.  If it’s PG-13, you probably need 5 battles.

ME
But this is a story about relationships.

SARK
Well... you know, you just need some conflict.  How about a fight?

END


#GoodInstincts

You know, it’s always more fun to fight with your sister.  You pick on her, pick on her, pick on her, and then... explosion!  So fun.  The spice of life:)



Friday, January 24, 2014

In the Moment

Check out my first guest blog post:

In the Moment - Me Writing for JayhawkMommy.com


Fun to be connecting with other bloggers.  When I started this blog, I didn't realize myriads of  Mommy Bloggers toil in cyberspace.  Often isolated from the adult world with just a two foot tall babbling crazy person as a source for stimulation, I think us "stay-at-home moms" (by the way, I hate that term, but more on that another time) crave a creative outlet.  An outlet where we can at least pretend we're talking to other adults.


One of my favorite parts of writing is the solitude.  I used to love going into the office, brewing a cup of tea, then warming my hands with the cup as I settled in for a few moments of quiet before the hubbub of the day began.  Or, at the end of the day when the lights were dim, I cherished the time to just be alone at my desk and actually check something off my to do list.


Pre-kiddos, I was the operations manager of a manufacturing facility.  So there was always hubbub.  The hubbub is what drew me to manufacturing.  Always a fire to fight, the work day flew by.  Of course, this was BS (Before Sark&Sasha), before my personal life revolved around fighting fires.


I would never trade those days of chasing toddlers for a quiet office, well maybe..., oh no of course I wouldn't:)  But now that the kiddos go to this wonderful thing called "school" most days, I do cherish the time I have to write.  Sitting down to my desk in perfect quiet, Wolfy cat asleep on the couch, no one on my lap, no one asking me to "watch this", PURE BLISS.





Thank you, Denise, for the opportunity to blog together.


Screenwriting Update:  I have finished my first draft of my first screenplay.  Yeah!!  It's a Coming of Age Dramedy.  Now for revisions, I'm quickly learning about how much I don't know:(  Still enjoying the process though:)  I'm learning that my engineering brain delights in streamlining: cut, cut, cut.


Friday, January 10, 2014

Money in the Bank, Plus Birth Receipts

MINIVAN - DRIVING HOME FROM GYMNASTICS - NIGHT



SASHA
Mom, do you have one hundred dollars at home?

SARK
Adults have more than one hundred dollars.  Kids think one hundred dollars is a lot, but it’s not a lot to adults, Sasha.

SASHA
Oh yeahhhh.  Mom, do you have two hundred dollars at home?

SARK
Adults have like thousands of dollars, Sasha.  Besides Sasha, you don’t need to worry about how much money we have.  You just need to worry if we have enough money to support the family.

(he places his hand on Sasha's arm and leans closer to her)
  Sasha, we have enough money to support the family.  

(he relaxes back in his seat)
Besides, adults keep their money in the bank, not at home.

SASHA
I have like ten dollars.  I wouldn’t put that in the bank.

SARK
Why wouldn’t you put it in the bank, Sasha?

SASHA
I’d give it to the family to support the family.


ON A SIDE NOTE

I have to brag about my big hearted girl for a minute: 

This summer Sasha was working her little patootie off to save money for some crazy elaborate Halloween costume, thank you chasing fireflies:(  


I’m in charge of the parent fund-raising at the school.  To involve the kids in the fund-raising, one of our efforts included a coin drive.  The grade who raised the most money also won a day where they didn’t have to wear Standard School Attire (SSA).     


OFFICE

I’m prepping the jars for the coin competition.


SASHA
Mommy, do you think it would cost a lot to make a cat costume?

ME
Just some ears and a tail, I don’t think that’d cost too much.

SASHA
I think I’m going to be a cat for Halloween.

ME
But you’ve been working all summer to save for the dark bride costume.

SASHA
Yeah, but I just think the school really needs that money.

ME
That’s thoughtful of you.

SASHA
Plus, ya know, wouldn’t it be so cool if 1st grade won the competition and I got to wear non-SSA to school and Sark didn’t?


END

Well... maybe her heart was in the right place?  Ya know, you've got to celebrate every small victory of motherhood.  At least she got it partly right:)


BACK TO THE SCENE


SARK
But you could put it in the bank.  

SASHA
If I put it in the bank then I can never take it out, like forever, until I’m like... an adult.

SARK
You can take the money out of the bank, Sasha.  The bank keeps your money secure.

SASHA
Oh yeahhhh, like Gringots.

Gringots is the wizard’s bank in Harry Potter for those of you who have been living under a rock for the last decade or two.  Or who don’t have kids, which means you’ve probably been busy doing “whatever you want, whenever you want, all of the time” (quote from my brother-in-law pre-kids) other than reading Harry Potter:)

SARK
Yeah, like Gringots, Sasha.  But besides the adults keep other things secure at the bank, like our birth receipts.

SASHA
What’s so important about our birth receipts that they have to be at the bank?

SARK
Well, Sasha, our birth receipts have to be secure because someone could steal our birth receipts and then they could steal us and say that we were their kids, Sasha.

SASHA
(nodding her head)
Ahhhhh.


END

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Tooth Fairy Part 2 - Inflation Bump

I know the sequel’s never as good as the first, but I’m going to tell the story anyway.  Sasha lost her second tooth last night on New Year’s Eve.  She really wanted to lose the tooth on Christmas Eve, but I think she would have needed dental surgery to remove it that day.

So her back-up plan was New Year’s Eve.  She’s been working that tooth since before Christmas.  I’ve never seen the girl eat so many carrots and apples.  I’ve been getting status updates on the tooth hourly.  So by New Year’s Eve we were all ready for that thing to come out.

OFFICE - 10AM - NEW YEAR’S EVE

I’m writing.  Sasha bops in for the status update.


SASHA
Look mom, check this out.  

She wiggles her tooth at me.
ME
Getting close.  Do you think it’ll come out today?

SASHA
It’s coming out today.  

Sasha does a headstand on the couch working her tooth with her tongue the whole time.


SASHA (CONT’D)
Wouldn’t that be awesome, for New Year’s Eve?

ME
Awesome.

She bops back out, I’m assuming to eat another carrot.


OFFICE - 10:20AM


That's real blood on her lips.
Vampire Sasha is back.  Blood puddling in her mouth, barely able to speak.


SASHA
It’s out!  It’s out!

ME
That’s a lot of blood!  Did you rip it out?


Sasha nods trying to keep the blood from flowing out of her mouth.

ME (CONT'D)
Go wash your mouth in the sink.

SASHA
(gurgling the blood)
OK.

She bops back out, hand cradling her chin.


OFFICE - 10:30AM

Sasha bops back in again.


SASHA
Check it out!

She juts her jaw forward so I can admire the hole.  She holds out her mini hand with her mini mini tooth.




ME
It’s still bleeding quite a bit.

SASHA
I know.  It tastes yucky.  Do you think it’ll stop before 11?

ME
Are you worried about lunch?

SASHA
Yeah.

ME
Maybe we should delay lunch.

SASHA
Probably.

ME
How much do you think you’re going to get this time?

SASHA
I got five dollars last time.

ME
Yeah, but that was your first tooth.  Usually you get more for that one.  

SASHA
Yeah, but it’s New Year’s Eve.

ME
You have a point there.


MASTER BEDROOM - BEDTIME

For New Year’s Eve we all watched a movie in our room.  The kids’ sleeping bags sprawled on our floor, so we could have a sleepover after the movie.

Sasha readies her tooth in the holder and puts it under her pillow.


ME
Do you think the tooth fairy will be able to find you in here?

SASHA
Of course, Mommy.  She has a magic ball just like Santa.

ME
Oh yeah.  I forgot about that.


DEN - MORNING

The kids are watching cartoons.  Sasha’s walking the balance beam which has been temporarily situated in the middle of our den since Christmas morning.

I make myself comfortable in a chair.


ME
What time did you guys wake up?

Yes, your children will eventually get to the age where you can sleep in longer than them.  It’s taken training though.  They can watch TV, play with the computer or iPad until I wake up.  It’s amazing how quiet they can be to eek out a few more minutes of screen time.


SARK
Oh, Mommy.  I slept in real late.  I got up at 8:30.  Sasha slept in even later than me.  She woke up at 8:45.

Now, I know Sark is gaming it here.  They get an hour max of screen time if I wake up before they have had their hour of electronics.  I really woke up at 8:15 and neither of the kids were still sleeping at my feet.  I just didn’t go downstairs until 9, so hah, I caught ya.  I let it slide though.


ME
Boy.  You guys really slept in late.

Sasha throws her crumpled five dollar bill at me.


ME (CONT’D)
You got five dollars?

SASHA
New Year’s Eve ya know.

ME
I guess you were right.

Sark’s plugged into Minecraft on the iPad.  He tap, taps as he’s talking, doesn’t glance up.


SARK
I betcha it was for inflation.

ME
What do you mean?

SARK
The tooth fairy raised her rates for the new year, it’s 2014 now.

SASHA
I think it was a different tooth fairy.

ME
Why do you think that?

SASHA
Well, last time, the tooth fairy put the money under my pillow, but just left the empty tooth box on the floor. 

SARK
That happened to me twice before.  She just threw the box on the floor. 

SASHA
Plus, she gave me a five dollar bill.  Last time she gave me ones.  AND she put the money in the tooth box this time.

ME
Hmmmmm.  Good points.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Dads R Fun!

The morning hustle is in progress, the kids eat breakfast.  I’m getting ready to go on a trip (to the Austin Film Festival, which, by the way, was so inspiring).  So I’m giving the family the last minute orders.


ME
OK guys, now while I’m away, you guys need to help Daddy.

Greg pipes in while he is packing the lunches (Yes, I have an AWESOME husband who saves me from the doldrums of the daily lunch packing.  And yes, I do REALLY appreciate it.).


GREG
Hey!  You’re making it sound like I’m a bad dad!

I begin detangling the rat’s nest upon Sasha’s head.


ME
I’m not saying that at all.  You are a fantastic DAD.  You’re just not a fantastic MOM.

SASHA
You know what's the best thing about Mom being away?

ME
What?

SASHA
I never have to comb my hair.




Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Rainbow Bands - Over My Head...

Sark and Sasha squat on the rug immersed in 1”, multicolored, rubber bands.  I wend my way through the room gathering stray shoes and pajamas.


SARK
Do you know how to make a single triple?

SASHA
That’s so easy.  How about a triple double?

As they strategize, each child weaves a rubber strand, bands strangling their mini fingers.


SARK
(clearly impressed)
Ohhh.  You know how to make a triple double?

I notice their finger tips seem to be turning purple.


SASHA
Oh yeah.  Kate just showed me last night.  With a triple double, you do the same as the single triple, but then you have to do a double over under and then a single under over then a triple under over.  It looks soooo cool!

SARK
Oh yeah.  That makes sense.  Do you know how to make a hexafish?


I lean in to examine their progress.  I can't resist...

ME
That looks like a double triple to me.  Are you sure Kate taught you correctly?


Sasha pauses to think.  She re-examines her work.

SASHA
I think you might be right.


I, of course, have no clue what I'm talking about, but maybe they don't either.

ME
Well, I'm just glad those things are "latex free".

END

Rainbow bands, an ingenious fad making someone millions.  Why did I waste my time with differential equations?  I should've spent my college years more inventively.  

While the kiddos are at school, I happen upon half a dozen mini bands scattered here and there.  Hmm, how did that one end up by my toothbrush?  Little clues as to Sasha's exploits.  Each colorful loop induces a smile, reminiscent of the fads of my childhood: friendship bracelets, ribbon barrettes, jelly bands, the list goes on...  

The thing I think is so cool about the rainbow band fad is there are so many different ways to make them.  The art is constantly evolving as different kids figure out different patterns and share them with their friends.  Each kid seems to have a specialty that they pass onto their friends.  Kids are mentoring each other right and left.