Title:Tales from Suburbia
Brandi brings her trademark wit from the popular blog to this new collection, sharing stories of birthday party mayhem, mommy martyrdom, and snow shoveling majesty.
The setting is Anytown, USA, among barking dogs, picket fences, and eclectic neighbors.
Tales from Suburbia: You Don’t Have to Be Crazy to Live Here, but It Helps will make you laugh, warm your heart, and let you know you’re not alone. Mothers (and fathers) will recognize themselves, their children, and the absurd situations that family life brings to us all.
Author: Brandi Haas
Series: N/A
Pages: 246
Date Published: December 1st, 2014
Publisher: Cup of Tea Books
Format: Paperback
Genre:Nonfiction Humor/Blogs
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Brandi Haas is no domestic goddess . . . but she’ll tell you that motherhood is probably the hardest gig in the universe: “The pay is horrible, the wardrobe is pathetic, and your boss (although utterly adorable) is usually a tyrant."Brandi brings her trademark wit from the popular blog to this new collection, sharing stories of birthday party mayhem, mommy martyrdom, and snow shoveling majesty.
The setting is Anytown, USA, among barking dogs, picket fences, and eclectic neighbors.
Tales from Suburbia: You Don’t Have to Be Crazy to Live Here, but It Helps will make you laugh, warm your heart, and let you know you’re not alone. Mothers (and fathers) will recognize themselves, their children, and the absurd situations that family life brings to us all.
~Guest Post!~
Coffee For Mommy
Coffee For Mommy
The mommy coffee meeting. A sacred event held on rare days when
a group of moms, against all odds, somehow manage to coordinate nap times,
babysitters, and school events long enough to cull out thirty minutes to simply
sit back with friends and complain about the price of milk and to chuckle over
the latest PTA gossip.
These times are rare because all it takes is one feverish child
to bring the whole gathering to a screeching halt. Other common reasons mommy
coffee meetings are cancelled include: vomiting, diarrhea, and head lice. Even
if just one mom has to cancel, the entire coffee dynamic is altered and you
must work to avoid the awkwardness of being left alone with the one annoying
mom in the group. That mom who only talks about how fabulous her child
is. Timmy is the best reader in his class. Timmy knows all his
multiplication tables. Timmy has a secret laboratory in the basement where he
is working on a compound that would completely eradicate cooties. I get it,
okay? Your kid is on the fast track for a Noble Prize and my kid still picks
her nose and eats it. No one wants to be left alone for coffee with this woman.
Weather is not a factor in canceling mommy coffee meetings.
Mommies will forge snowstorms and navigate surging rivers to get to sit down
and talk with their mommy friends. Unless the weather results in school
closings. Then everyone involved is totally screwed.
But sometimes the stars align—school is in
session, the kids are not sick, and the annoying mom is on vacation. It’s
officially mommy coffee time!
So when I got a call from a friend I hadn’t seen in a while
asking me to meet her for coffee, I jumped at the chance. She said there was
this great new cafe that served amazing coffee. When I arrived, she was already
gazing at the menu, excited about all the coffee choices. I glanced at the menu
and realized that coffee was all that they served.
The greatest irony of mommy coffee time for me is that I never
actually drink coffee. I usually just get some kind of weird tea and let it sit
there while I chat with my friends.
The reason: I don’t drink coffee. It’s
not that I don’t enjoy a good caffeine jolt every now and then, but I
prefer to get that jolt from a soda. That way I also get to reap all the
negative health benefits of extra sugar and empty calories. And, I’ve
simply never developed a taste for coffee.
But here I was, stuck in this cafe that had the nerve to only
sell coffee. My friend was so excited about finding this new place that I
couldn’t bring myself to tell her I hated coffee (what are
friendships for if not to lie and hide our true selves from those we call
friends). And besides, sometimes it’s good to step out of your comfort
zone and force yourself to drink a bitter beverage that you have tried at least
a hundred times before in a hundred different variations with the hopes that
this time you will actually like it.
I got to the counter and panicked. I had no idea what to order
so I gave it the old, “I’ll have what she’s
having.” We sat down and my friend started
drinking. I gave my coffee a tentative sip and to my surprise it wasn’t
completely horrible. I matched my friend sip for sip as we caught up and before
I knew it, we had been there an hour and my coffee cup was completely empty.
I guess I wasn’t ready for the amount of caffeine in
that little cup of coffee because as I drove home, I felt my pulse quicken and
I swear my heart was about to beat right out of my chest. My eyes kept darting
back and forth uncontrollably and I felt nervous like right before you go into
the dentist’s office and you haven’t flossed in a
month or two.
I got home and spent the next four hours cooking a week’s
worth of meals, reading all about the Panama Canal while jogging in place, and
making a few dozens calls to my husband insisting that I was having a heart
attack.
“You’re not having a
heart attack, honey,” my husband tried to assure me.
“Yes, I am. Hey, did you know it takes
20 to 30 hours to get through the Panama Canal? But it only takes me 30 seconds
to run through the entire house. Oh, and we are having spaghetti and meatloaf
for dinner. Unless you want tacos, because I made those too.”
“Goodbye, dear,”
he said completely dismissing the obvious signs of the myocardial
infarction I was displaying.
The next time we meet up for coffee, it’s going to be at a
bar. Because I’m pretty sure I could have handled tequila shots better than
I handled that cup of coffee.
~Try an Excerpt!~
CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN OF DEATH
I seldom fall
victim to Pinterest, but on this rare occasion, I looked at pictures of tea
parties for little girls. The cuteness was almost overwhelming. My daughter
loved the idea, which only fueled my enthusiasm. Even my husband was not immune
to the excitement and he quickly joined in with the planning.
“How about a
chocolate fountain?” he asked with a smile.
Chocolate
flowing from an exquisite fountain sitting in the center of a beautifully
decorated table. What could possibly go wrong with that, I thought.
“That’s a great idea, honey!” I exclaimed
and began a painstaking search of Amazon for the perfect chocolate-oozing
birthday party accessory.
What I
envisioned as six little girls daintily dipping strawberries and chunks of
pound cake into flowing chocolate ended up being the worst idea ever conceived.
The chocolate fountain itself turned out to be a poorly-constructed, steel and
plastic contraption spewing chocolate out of tiered orifices while making a
grinding noise that sounded a lot like a sixteen-year-old learning to drive a
stick shift.
A deranged
group of six-year-olds hovered around the fountain clutching sharpened sticks
in their hands ready to impale fruits, marshmallows and my husband’s inconveniently placed hand. But the
worst was the double dipping. I watched as kid after kid shoved a strawberry
into the chocolate, took a small bite, then thrust the bacteria-infested berry
back into the chocolate. I was certain that a new outbreak of dysentery was
about to sweep through our neighborhood because of this wretched chocolate
fountain. I could almost hear the accusatory whispers, “Isn’t that the lady who gave all the kids
on Tawny Drive diarrhea for a month? Yes, if she offers you chocolate, run
away.”
~Meet Brandi!~
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In
kindergarten, I was asked what I wanted to do when I grew up. My answer was a
neatly written sentence: “I want to write a book about a story.”
The joy I
find in writing has never waned. I find humor in all that I see and live my
life secure in the knowledge that everything is funny. And now after an amazing
ten years of teaching, I find myself wife to the world’s best doctor, mother to
the sweetest daughter, caretaker to one wonder mutt and countless ill-fated
goldfish and ready to write again. Our residence is Anytown, USA, among barking
dogs, picket fences, and eclectic neighbors and these are my stories.
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ReplyDelete~Brandi Haas
Hi Andra! I'm definitely not 'anonymous'--I'm just technologically deficient this morning! But I am so happy to be here today! Thanks again,
ReplyDeleteBRANDI HAAS
Enjoyed reading the guest post today.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you enjoyed it, Karen! (Please ignore that it says "anonymous"--I can't get my computer to cooperate today!!
DeleteBRANDI HAAS~Tales form Suburbia
I liked the excerpt. Sounds like a fun read.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rita! I'm so glad you liked it! (Sorry that it says 'anonymous'--I am having technical difficulties today!)
DeleteBRANDI HAAS~~Tales from Suburbia
Nice excerpt
ReplyDeleteI can't decide if the chocolate fountain made me laugh harder than the "heart attack" from a cup of coffee...of course it helps that I absolutely love, love, love coffee and the chance to try out new coffee places. This sounds like the perfect book to get a new parent.....lol...Thanks for the spotlight and giveaway
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