The Peeshwank: Superhero or Crazed Villainous Overlord?

The Peeshwank turned 13 this year which is a cause for much excitement in our household.  Every nerd worth his mettle knows that the teen years are when your superpowers reveal themselves.  For The Peeshwank, this happened on our recent trip to Michigan…

The Peeshwank has participated in Odyssey of the Mind for a number of years now.  He comes from a long line of OMers – I having joined a team in ’84, and had it been around when my parents were in school my father would’ve been the king of Problems 1, 2, and 4, while my mother would’ve ruled over Problems 3 and 5.  This year The Peeshwank’s team won our state championship and made their way to World Finals at Michigan State University where they competed against teams from all over the world.  (And came in 25th in their division of almost 60 teams.  Top half!  Woohoo!)

After coming out of their Spontaneous competition we hosed the kids with silly string, bubbles and Hog calls then gave them Starbucks to refresh themselves.  Something in that combination must’ve set off something in The Peeshwank, because moments later this happened…005 (2)We knew a growth spurt would be coming soon, so we didn’t think much of it, until this happened…

004 (2) A Force Choke, Pdog?  Really?  Paul is your friend!

Then he turned his powers on his entire team and punched the ground.  The aftermath was too gruesome to show here.  Michigan State sent us packing after buildings started to crumble.  We’ve also been added to the “no-fly” list.  (These things may or may not be true.)

IMG_1904We’re a little concerned at this point.

The Peeshwank’s Pre-Vacation Questions

The past two years, The Peeshwank and I have foregone a mommy/son vacation due to the fact that we were at Odyssey of the Mind World Finals in Michigan and Maryland respectively.  (Woot!  Woot!  OMers in the house!)  This year his team did not advance to Worlds though, so I’ve decided to give in and take the wee one on his first journey to The Motherland.  New Orleans.

He’s been begging to go since he was old enough to say “NooLorlins”, so I figured the time was right.  I checked with The Pischouette (my niece) and she was up for the trip as well.  Just me and the 12-year-olds heading to the City That Care Forgot.  Then my dad insisted that my mother chaperon us, so the trio has become a quartet, and I’ll be honest, I’m quite okay with that.  The thought of being outnumbered by tweens in The Big Easy was a bit frightening.

The Peeshwank has been preparing for the trip by asking a million and a half questions about our upcoming trip.  I’ve gathered a few of my favorites here:

Peeshwank: Why do I have to get shots to go to Junior High?  What’s going on there that I need shots for?  Do they have wild animals roaming around or something?  And why aren’t we at Jazzfest right now?

Me: Because we’re going to New Orleans in May.

Peeshwank: But Jazzfest will be over then.

Me: I can see telling you about Jazzfest was my first mistake.


Peeshwank: Are there any good restaurants in New Orleans?

Me: You know how they say there are no dumb questions?

Peeshwank: Yeah.

Me: Well, that’s a dumb question.


Peeshwank: Do they have chili in New Orleans?  I need chili.

Me: I’m sure they have chili, but they’re known for their Cajun food and seafood.

Peeshwank: Seafood.  Cool.

Me: Yeah, like shrimp.



Peeshwank: Do you think people will throw lots of beads to me?

I’m not touching that one with a 10-foot-pole.  And I have made arrangements for a hotel with a rooftop pool, in order to keep the children away from Bourbon Street as soon as it starts to get dark.


Peeshwank: Do you think if I save up enough money, I can buy a Blue Dog painting?

Me: Um… yeah… not so much. (<– $105,000.  Seriously.)  Maybe a postcard?


So, The Peeshwank has a plan to see as much art as he can, listen to as much jazz as he can, ride the Algiers ferry as many times as I’ll allow, and eat all the shrimp, fried gator, frog legs, and boudin he can cram into his tiny body.

Let’s do this.

My third novel.  New Orleans is practically the 4th main character in the book.

Laissez le bon temps rouler!

NaNoWriMo Update #4

So, I’m well over halfway done with my 50,000 word masterpiece. In fact, I’m at 34,286 words this morning which is quite an accomplishment all things considered.

This year’s piece has been especially challenging, not only because of the subject matter, but also because The Peeshwank’s busy schedule has been keeping me on my toes.  My little actor has play rehearsal just about every night, an orchestra concert sometime this week (is it tonight?  oh lord, it’s not tonight is it?), Odyssey of the Mind practice, and oh yeah, all his Pre-AP homework and projects.  It may not sound like a whole lot but get this, we’ve been so busy there is still Halloween candy left.  The good stuff too.  Chocolate.  Lots of it.  Yeah.

Yesterday when I settled in to enjoy my morning cup o’ Joe (not a euphemism for my better-half, Joe.  Actual coffee.) I looked at the clock and realized that I had a mere two hours to get my word goal in for the day.  After that I would be at the school, the theater, quick dinner of sandwiches, etc.  I cracked the knuckles and did it.  And thus reminding me that I should be doing the same thing every day when I wake up.  Write as hard as I can as quickly as I can.  Even if I have nothing to do the rest of the day, I need to write like my life depends on it.  Sometimes I feel like it does.

I glanced at the calendar this morning and it reminded me that we only had a couple of days until Thanksgiving break.  Then I remembered the school district cut our break short, so we still have over a week.  Dammit.

You know what I’m doing on Thanksgiving Day?  Napping.  I may even nap before any tryptophan hits my system.  Because I’m a trailblazer.

The First Thanksgiving, painted by Jean Leon G...

"Sorry I didn't make something more intricate, I had to get my word-count up on my NaNo novel."