Kara O'Neal's Top 5 "In The Nick of Time" Moments - #TopList
Hello Lovely Readers!
Kara O'Neal has stopped on over to share some fun little tidbits with you.
I am the mother of one level-headed daughter – she’s the oldest – and two creative and adventurous redheaded boys. My daughter doesn’t explore. My boys, well…
Here are the top 5 “In The Nick of Time” moments that are almost funny. Maybe when they’re adults, I’ll laugh?
There we all were, sitting at a table in our Family Life Center at church, enjoying coffee and donuts with friends. The kids are running around, playing tag and chase and all other delightful, carefree games, when I happen to look to my left - for no reason. Something just told me to check my surroundings. From twenty yards away, I see my four-year-old, Jake, standing at the wall, stretching on his tiptoes, reaching high over his head – to pull the fire alarm. I scream, “Jake, you will not!” at the top of my lungs. All playing ceases. All talking stops. Jake jerks away from the alarm. Everyone looks around. And there’s my child casually strolling away from the shiny lever. (If he’d been able to whistle then, I’m sure he would have.)
So my mom is watching my kids for me. She strolls through the laundry room on her way to the backyard. “Help me,” someone cries in a tiny voice. My mom stops just short of going outside. “Help me,” she hears again. She realizes the call is in the laundry room. She looks around. “Help me,” someone implores. Well…she checks the half-bath. Nothing. “Help me,” someone continues. She checks the broom closet. Nothing. She checks the tiny storage area with the water heater – and this is the last possible place this voice could be coming from. But…no one is there. Confused and worried, she turns. And finds the refrigerator where extra drinks are kept. She thinks, “Surely not.” But, being a mom and now a grandmother, she checks. And when she opens the door, there, curled up on the bottom shelf is my four-year-old, Jake. He pops out. “Thanks!” he says and hurries outside, leaving my mother to collapse in a heap on the floor.
My mom’s neighbors have a dog. It’s a big one. One of which you should beware. Jake likes dogs. He wants one. He is by himself in the backyard. Jake pushes one of those plastic cars with the red bottom and yellow hood over to the fence. He climbs up onto the hood. He stretches his leg up to the top railing in order to haul himself over the side. My sister has, at that moment, decided to go outside. She sees my son with his foot on the top railing. “Jake,” she calls in that voice all Moms have. Jake’s shoulders slump. Without a word he climbs down and pushes the car back to its spot and walks inside.
We’re in San Antonio for a Fourth of July parade. We’re eating brisket at the Knights of Columbus hall. My husband is holding our one-year-old, Noah, in his lap. My husband’s Solo cup is filled with beer and is sitting on the table. He’s talking, so he doesn’t see Noah reach for the beer. I do, and surge forward to get him to stop. But I’m too late. Noah takes a sip. And if I could describe the look on his face it would be – “What the hell? Who would drink that?” So…I’m not so upset he’s had a sip because maybe he won’t later?
We’re at a restaurant eating brisket again. Noah is now six years old. It’s August. He’s completed his Kindergarten year. As we’re sitting at the table, Noah says to me, “So, Mom, when I put those balls in my ears-”
“What?” I cry. I didn’t even let him finish. Balls in his ears?!?
“Yeah,” he says, fearful now. “I put pellets in my ears.”
And he had. He put two plastic BB pellets in his ears that he’d found on the outskirts of the playground at school – one in each ear. They’d been there since May.
I shoot from my chair. I whisk him away. Our food is uneaten. My in-laws and the rest of my family are left behind and we rush to the ER. I’ll spare you the rest of the story to let you know that an ENT got them out with a sucking machine and lots of laughter. So, this isn’t really an “In The Nick Of Time” moment because those things had been in his ears for almost three months, but, well, maybe we all can learn from it. (Side note: His ears are fine. Nothing was damaged. Thank God.)
The Ranger’s Vow - Pikes Run Book 9
Sherry Forrester has her life just as she wants it. No attachments. No pressure from her parents to marry. A little bit of money and the freedom to be the lady she desires. When a stranger rolls into town, mysterious and gorgeous, her interest is piqued. Sherry swore she wouldn't give away her heart, but she longs for one night of passion, and the newcomer is perfectly capable of supplying that.
Texas Ranger Luke "Rip" Calhoun is hoping for a few diverting weeks in Pikes Run. Along with promising to help the local sheriff catch a wily garter thief, he looks for challenging card games, good whiskey and a willing woman. When Sherry Forrester catches his eye—who wouldn't want her after stumbling upon her skinny dipping?—he does the hardest thing ever and waits for her to choose him to warm her sheets for a night. And only one night. For Luke made a long-ago vow never to let love ensnare him.
But what neither plans on is the hand of fate changing their paths…
Born and raised in Texas, the state had to be the setting for my first series. From the food to the fun, like floating the rivers, it is the fire in my blood that inspires me. My family and friends take center stage in my books. My sisters and best friends are my heroines, and my husband created my favorite hero. Love and family are the point of my stories, and I seek to entertain, relieve stress, and inspire people. Books can take one on a journey that one can relive over and over. I am extremely grateful to those authors who did that very thing for me. I learned and I fell in love with their words and characters. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
My website: www.karaoneal.com