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Sticky by Kelley Kay #CallMeDaddy

8/26/2016

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In anticipation of the release of Call Me Daddy, I asked for memories about family, the good, the bad, the funny. Author Kelley Kay decided to get "Sticky":       



 I feel like a horrible mother about five times a day. My voice gets screechy or I snap at one of my two little boys right after I’ve SWORN in my head, not two minutes earlier, to keep a calm tone in all my interactions.

            Ha.

            I will say, though, that at least I’m thinking about it. My job as a high school teacher and now as a writer give me the advantage of a certain consciousness and reflection on my behavior, and I’m trying, every minute, to do it better. One of the ways I’m trying to do that is by being more aware of my boys just in terms of inhaling their funny and fabulous behavior and interactions: with me or anyone around them. I’m working on appreciation and gratitude, and this blog comes from one of the situations I ‘imbibed’ early after this resolution.

            A five or seven year old boy is not incapable of intelligent conversation, really he’s not. It’s just that there is something inherent in his nature that guarantees, especially if he’s talking to another little boy, that after two or three minutes the conversation will devolve into something related to poop. Fletcher (my youngest son) has a close friend named Stone. For their transitional kindergarten year (he was 5) they got shipped across the way to another school, so a couple of times a week I picked Fletcher and Stone up after their half-day school day.

            During these days I would turn the radio up a bit and tune out their chatter. I listened a little, but absentmindedly, reminding them when they start talking about killing people that we don’t do that, and to stop talking about poop. Sometime in January I figured out this was another example of me not getting the most out of their childhood. I didn’t start conversations with them, oh no! Instead I just listened. These two five year olds were masters of nonsensical conversations, and from that point on I just inhaled their jibberjabber. I relished every moment of the drive home for the rest of the year, and while reproducing all of their conversations would not be something for you as the reader to relish (plus I didn’t write everything they said down—we  never would’ve made it  home), I hope this personal favorite will make you smile if not giggle out loud. Here goes.

Stone: San Frisco we go to San Frisco and my mommy goes, but I had a dream that dinosaurs came there.

Fletcher: Did the dinosaurs eat your mommy?

Stone: Don’t be ridickoolus, the dinosaurs ate San Frisco! I ate San Frisco I ate his FACE!

Fletcher: I think we should do a zipline don’t you want to do a zipline? My fingers are sticky. (He looks at his fingers.) Hey I like that word: sticky sticky

Stone: Don’t be ridickoolus, sticky sticky sticky

Fletcher: Hey don’t interrupt sticky sticky sticky

Stone: Don’t YOU interrupt!

Fletcher: Don’t YOU interrupt!

Stone: No you! Don’t YOU interrupt!

Fletcher: (giggling) Don’t YOU interrupt!  Interrupt interrupt interrupt (and they go back and forth, loving the word interrupt and getting louder and louder until I have to calm them down.)

Stone: Ridickoolus. Let’s do a zipline in San Frisco. (He giggles fiendishly here) Hey we can’t the dinosaur ATE it remember!

Fletcher: The dinosaurs ate your FACE! Hey, mommy!

Me: Yes?

Fletcher: Me and Stone ate…

Me: Stone and I (Yes, I do this. Ad nauseam.)

Fletcher: Stone and I ate a whole swimming pool, did you know that?

Stone: (Chortling) and a car! Didja know we ate a whole car? Vroom, vroom, yum, yum.

Me: Hmmm, and how did this car taste?

Fletcher: Sticky!

Stone: Sticky like chocolate and red vines

Fletcher: And cupcakes and salt water and Willy Wonka Nerds. Hey my favorite is the green what’s your favorite?

Stone: Nerds nerds nerds! Hey didja know I ate a fire engine? A fire engine in San Frisco.

Fletcher: Ha ha ha! And I bet it was so sticky!

            We always arrived to find Stone’s nanny and his little brother Maxwell sitting on the driveway. Fletcher would roll his window down and yell “Bye Stone!” starting from the second we drove up to the time the nanny closed the garage door.

  

            Stone and Fletch are both back to the school we’re supposed to be in, and while I think they still play at recess once in a while, I miss the afternoons when they both explained their voracious appetites for inanimate objects. And ridickoolus ziplines in San Frisco. Sticky, sticky.



Kelley Kay is the author of Death by Diploma, an excellent cozy mystery that you all should check out! In fact, it is on sale this week for only 99 cents, so Feed Your Kindle! 

 
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The Art of Embarrassing Your Children by Victor Catano #CallMeDaddy

8/18/2016

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So Kelly, your blog host, asked for us to write about family matters for her site. I was thinking about this while doing the laundry and when I pulled this shirt out of the washer, I knew I had my topic. ​​

This Banana Republic shirt belonged to my Dad. I remember when he got it. I was about 13 and we were visiting my Granny in Hadley, MA. He bought it at the nearby mall. 

I was mortified. 

It was an objectively hideous shirt. Big ugly banana leaves everywhere. And my Dad, who was always overweight, filled it out. He was the picture of the Ugly American tourist. Even in western Massachusetts.

Of course at thirteen, everything my parents did would embarrass me. Just existing in my presence was too much. I remember walking ten feet behind them on the streets of Toronto. We had just moved there, I didn't know a single person there. I probably looked more stupid and conspicuous for trailing behind them and trying to act like I wasn't with them. Didn't matter. I could not be tainted by their uncoolness. God forbid I be seen with them when he was wearing this monstrosity.

That ended up not mattering of course. I was uncool for a lot of reasons in ninth grade, and that had much more to do with being chubby, pimply, and into comic books and D&D than any distance I walked away from my parents. 

I grew up, in many different ways. I got taller. My parents no longer embarrassed me. At least they had to try a lot harder than simply being near me. Or wearing an ugly shirt.

Years later, I was working at a financial services firm that shall remain nameless. (Hint: It rhymes with Borgan Banley). I was miserable. The project I had spent eighteen months working on had been cancelled. Since I was a recent hire, it was likely that I would be moved elsewhere or let go. It was not a job that was anywhere near what I had dreamed of doing. It was a jobs that I took because of the money, and I regretted it. Also, there was a dress code. Shirt, tie, slacks. I hadn't had a dress code on a job since I had one that required hairnets.

During this time, eBay was just starting to become a thing. (Yes, I know. Grandpa Vic has been around a while.) My wife was an early adopter, spending late nights in bidding wars for vintage clothes and dolls. One night, while looking at some of the stuff she'd gotten and making sure it was all shipped, I came across a shirt. I'm not quite sure how I found it. It was probably in the Also From This Seller section. 

This was not just any shirt. It was a Reyn Spooner brand Hawaiian shirt, called Hula Highball. Blue and red and yellow, it had a pattern of tiki drinks and a neon bar sign with a man drinking at a barstool. And I really don't know why, but I bid on it. Maybe because I had to wear nothing but beige and grey and light blue shirts at work. Maybe because the colors cheered me up. But, I bid on it and won. I think it cost me six dollars. 

And then I thought of my Dad and smiled. I remembered how much his shirt had appalled me and now here I was buying one that was more garish. Was he at all unhappy in his job? No, he loved what he did. He worked at a university and was highly regarded in his field. Maybe he just wanted to wear a little more color than he could have gotten away with at school. 

It was the first shirt of many. I got plenty more on eBay and at thrift shops. Not long after that, I left the financial world and returned to my true love of theater. I took a pay cut and got back into my chosen field. Now, I too have a job. At a university. That I deeply love. I don't know if I'm highly regarded, but the students like me. And I can wear whatever I want, so now I'm the Hawaiian shit guy.

It seems that no matter how much I tried to avoid walking with my Dad, it couldn't be helped. 

Years after that, my Dad got cancer. It was non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. If you have to get cancer, that's the one to get as it has a high survival rate. it was touch and go for a while, but my Dad is as stubborn as he is caring. He pulled through, but lost a lot of weight during his chemo. He was thinner than he'd been in years, and most of his clothes didn't fit him anymore. Mom knew that I now loved the Hawaiian shirts and sent me a bunch of them. 

When the box arrived, the banana leaf one was on the top. 

Five years later, Dad is still cancer free. And I have a new favorite shirt. I don't have any kids that I can embarrass yet, but when I do I know just what to wear. 


Victor Catano is the author of Tail & Trouble, his first novel and the start of a new urban fantasy series featuring witches, adventure, and a magic bulldog. Visit him at VictorCatanoAuthor.weebly.com for updates on upcoming books. 

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Dad's Best Advice and Cover Reveal for #CallMeDaddy

8/12/2016

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My new novel, Call Me Daddy, will be released October, 2016, and I wanted a fun way to reveal the cover, so I asked people to give me the best advice their Daddy ever gave them. Here's a list of Dad's best advice and I have to say, there are some pretty awesome dads out there! One of these bits of wisdom will win an e-book version of my new novel. Which do you like the best? Can you add any to the list?

 

  • Never say anything about someone that you couldn't say in front of them. (In other words, don't gossip)
  • Be the best you can be.
  • Shoot em in the yard, drag the body inside. Lol....
  • No license til I could drive a stick. The reasoning: "I don't ever want you in a situation where you're either stuck somewhere unsafe, or forced to ride with someone who has been drinking, because the car you're in is a stick and you can't drive it."
  • The graveyard's full of people that had the right-of-way.
  • Deny everything.
  • If you have to fart while in the company of others do so into the thickest couch cushion available.
  • Chew your food 28 times, each mouthful. Then he would say, "chew, and chew, and chew" I can still hear him.
  • He also advised in working in a profession that is always needed, so you'll always have a work, like plumber, or funeral director. "You may never need a lawyer or a doctor but you will eventually have a clogged crapper." End quote.
  • A leopard can't change his spots. In other words, if a guy's a douche bag then he's not going to change.
  • I can't protect you all the time so pay attention. Strike hard, strike fast and always, ALWAYS, hit him in the balls! He also taught me to change a tire and the oil so I would never have to wait for help!
  • Always smile at homely girls
  • Don't marry a man less educated than you. You will never be impressed enough.
  • Never get a pet that's too big for you to bury.
  • Given enough seasoning, everything can taste like chicken.
  • Dazzle them with brilliance and baffle them with bullshit.
  • My dad had taught me to drive and he said, " HUG THE ROTARY you'll beat out all the others when you jump on the highway." It usually works. :)
  • Never trust a fart.
  • My dad's best advice: Give 'em what they got comin. No more. No less.
  • Don't ever assume ... it's makes an ass out of u and me.
  • Never leave the house without money in your pocket.
  • I was born a long time before you and I know lots of guys who do that in this neighborhood. If he can do it to his wife, he will do it to you too. A snake is always a snake.
  • Never write down on paper what you don't want anyone else to see.
  • Always be content, never satisfied.
  • He put the cuffs on me and put me in a cell around age six and said "you like the way that feels?" (I've been good ever since)
  • Read your Bible every day.
  • It will feel better...
    When it quits hurting...
  • Always know your way out of a place...
  • Don't be a slacked jawed idiot.
And now for the big COVER REVEAL! Coming in October, 2016, from Red Adept Publishing:
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