Monday, October 17, 2005

Do that again and you're grounded!

Last night I was banging away at the final final draft (this time I mean it) of a romance novel when I got a breathless e-mail from Number One Son with a subject line that read, "No-handed trackstand!" There was a file attached, and the message read, simply:

Image - me teetering two feet away from a 20-foot drop into Lake Michigan. I'm *too* awesome!

Only another mom will understand with what trepidation I opened and viewed the file:

I am supposed to thank Carlos Cabalu for allowing me to post this shot and I would, because it's quite a nice photo, really, with the blue, blue water and the pink evening sky, but Carlos, what were you thinking? Instead of reaching for your camera, dude, why didn't you yell at my son to move away from the edge?

For those of you who are wondering what a no-handed trackstand is, I will explain that my kid was balancing on an unmoving bike. He can do that for about thirty seconds before the bike falls over and he does a trick called a horizontal trackstand, which is not something he likes to brag about being able to perform.

Number Two Son has given me quite a few scares, too, mostly by dangling off the sides of mountains. It's a wonder I have any hair left.

In the manuscript I'm finishing (still finishing) right now, the story's hero is a nut who does extreme sports. Ask me, just ask me where that idea came from.


Anonymous said...

...uh...okay...Where did the idea come from?

(You told me to, and I always do what you tell me to're rather bossy sometimes, and it just makes it easier to get along)

This is what you get from having boys, I guess. But they are both so darn cute!


Mirtika said...

Okay, is trackstanding-by-20-foot-drop-boy, the same as repeatedly-knocked-off-bike-by-Chicago-Drivers-Boy? Cause I'm starting to think he's the menace. ; )

Mir--the technoidiot with a shiny new blog at :
Expect GOOFS!

Brenda Coulter said...

Me, bossy? Well, maybe I tried to be, a little, sometimes, but it's not like my sister was ever all that good at taking orders.

Mir--I never said he wasn't a menace. ;-)

Hey! You have a blog! I'm coming over right now to heckle you.

Anonymous said...

That's the sort of event we mum's prefer to hear about after it is over and we know they are safe.

Mirtika said...

I love being heckled by female writers with lovely gardens, bike-thrill-seeking sons, and well-worn Bibles!


tristan coulter said...

edit : it wasn't quite 20 feet. More like 7. But it was into sharp jagged rocks.

Brenda Coulter said...

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Mirtika said...

Oh, hey, jagged rocks makes it all right, then. Carry on.

You looney.