Friday, September 20, 2013

September Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

When you’re done click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

Baking In A Tornado
Just a Little Nutty
Follow me home . . .
Stacy Sews and Schools
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Menopausal Mother
Moore Organized Mayhem
The Insomniac's Dream
The Momisodes
Spatulas on Parade
Searching for Sanity
The Rowdy Baker 
Writer B is Me 
Sorry kid, Your Mom Doesn't Play Well With Others 


Every night at dinner time, my son goes to the fridge and grabs the Hot Sauce.
Me: Don’t you at least want to know what’s for dinner first?
Son: No, not necessary. Whatever it is, this’ll drown out the taste.
Love you too, son.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

I get so frustrated when I need the kids and I yell for them and they don’t come. I’m constantly going up the stairs, opening their door, waving my hands till I can catch their attention as they sit in front of their computers with their head phones on and in my snarkiest voice thank them for making me walk up the stairs yet again.

So last week I called and called my older son. Exasperated, I stomped up the stairs practicing my snarky voice, walked into his room and realized that he probably legitimately couldn’t hear me calling to him considering he’s an hour away in his dorm room.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

Husband: I tried those chocolate ice cream tacos you bought for the kids, they’re pretty good. That taco shell part reminded me of . . . what are those called, you know those cones you put ice cream in?
Me: Ummm . . . Ice Cream Cones?

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

Me to younger son: Go text your brother at college.
Son: Why?
Me: I haven’t heard from him in a few days and I want to know how he’s doing. You can be my spy.
Son: OK.
Then he leaves the room . . . and he doesn’t come back . . . and the sad part is, he probably did text his brother and he’ll never come back and tell me about it.

Baby Backs - bakinginatornado.com
Baby Backs

Me: Can you look at my laptop, it went black.
Son: Plug it in.
Me: You know, it really makes me angry when I ask you to come over and look and you just randomly tell me to do something. It’s plugged in. If you’d come and look like I asked you’d see the cord coming out of the side.
Son: Now plug the other end of the cord into the socket in the wall.
Me: Oh, OK. {{smarta$$}}

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

After dinner one night I was in the living room and my husband was in the kitchen when I realized that the oven was still on. I called to my husband and told him that I had accidentally left the oven on, but he just kept doing what he was doing.
Me: I said I left the oven on. This is the part where you go turn it off.
Him: I don’t know how to turn it off.
Me (incredulously): You don’t know how to turn the oven off? Really?
Him: If it helps any, I don’t know how to turn it on either.
Clearly this guy better hope I stay healthy or he’ll starve to death.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado


One night last week I was waiting for my son to come home from his friend’s house and dinner was getting cold. I tried to be patient but I was getting angry. I finally texted him:
You need to come to dinner NOW”.
Immediately followed by the sound of him walking down the stairs.
Apparently he had come home earlier while I was down in the basement and had been up in his room all along.


Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado


It’s been a struggle working out cars and drivers but we finally now have 3 cars and 3 drivers living here. That means I can finally go where I want and when I want.

Sunday night my husband had to move my car and then his. Since my son and I have the only 2 keys to my car, my husband took my set of keys and moved both cars. Somehow he ended up leaving my set of keys in his car. Monday morning he took his set of keys and went off to work.

So good news: I now have a car.
Bad news: the most I could do Monday morning was look at it.
Semi-good news: My son has my spare key and comes home from school for lunch.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado


We’re having our roof re-shingled and I was pretty upset when the roofers delivered the shingles onto the roof but left some of the smaller items in the driveway. They wouldn’t actually be installing the roof for a week and I didn’t want to be responsible for the incidentals left in the driveway, anyone could walk off with them. We really didn’t have room in the garage but I had my husband fit them in there for safe keeping. And then I backed out and ran over them.


Bakinginatornado.com 
 
Baby Backs
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
Approximately 4 # Baby Back Ribs
2 TBSP salt
2 TBSP pepper
2 TBSP brown sugar
1 TBSP paprika
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp onion powder
1 ½ tsp cumin
1 ½ tsp chili powder
Approximately 18 ozs Barbecue Sauce (I use Sweet Baby Ray’s)
 
Directions:
*Clean the racks of ribs and peel the membrane off (the lower side)
*Mix salt, pepper, brown sugar, paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, cumin and chili powder. *Liberally sprinkle over the meat and pat in. Do both sides.
*Wrap each rack of ribs individually and let sit in the refrigerator for 24 hours.
*Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
*Remove the ribs from the foil and place in a large pan (I use a large disposable tin foil pan). Cover pan tightly with foil.
*Bake for one hour, turn ribs over and bake for another hour.
*Spread barbecue sauce on the side of the meat facing up. Spread sauce over the sides of the meat as well. Cover again and cook for another hour.
*Turn ribs over. Sauce the other side. Cover and cook for an hour.
*Uncover and cook for another 20 minutes.
*Slice and serve with more Barbecue Sauce.

38 comments:

  1. Oh man! Coffee was threatening to come out of my nose! I only have one key for my van, 'cause I have to drive to the next town over to get a key made and it's 30 minutes or better away. So I'm CONSTANTLY doing a key check. Just as soon as I can, I'm getting 3 copies made. One for the house, one for the husband and one for my dad. Nasty habit of locking the keys in the car....

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    1. We have 2 keys, and yet I ended up with the car and without either of them. I swear I think I'm car jinxed.

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  2. TOOOOO FUNNY!!! Love it!!!
    Don't you just hate it when the pod people (teens) are right??? LOL

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    1. I truly do hate it. And I hate to admit how often it happens.

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  3. I love people who take things literally. I asked my youngest niece to go get me a plastic bag today because I was changing a dirty nappy and wanted to throw it out straight away. She comes back with a plastic bread bag that was still full of bread. Next time I'll specify that I want a supermarket bag.

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    1. That is hysterical. I've gotten fairly used to my son being so literal but every now and then it just makes me want to scream.

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  4. You know having a spy service is nothing to be embarrassed about. We pay middle daughter for intel on oldest...
    Squeezed it in the garage an then backe over it! That's hilarious

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    1. The spy thing would probably work a lot better if he actually reported back to me . . .

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  5. Loved this!
    I call for kids that aren't even in the house too.
    Glad I'm not the only one with vehicular related issues this month. ;)

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    1. My vehicular related issue was a zero on the richter scale compared to yours.

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  6. I laughed so hard and so loud, I was getting looks from across the room from that other writer person I live with.

    The hot sauce really got me. Your son's a riot.

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    1. Yeah, very funny when it's not YOUR cooking he's insulting.

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  7. hahaha! Still laughing! My favorite was the last one where you backed out over the very supplies you moved into the garage to protect! Sounds like something I would do which is why it's so funny to me. I could relate most to the YELLING all the time for your kids who never seem to hear you!! This is such a pet peeve of mine, too! I ask them all the time, "Aren't you tired of hearing me? Don't you just want to answer me so I'll stop interrupting your precious game? THROW ME A BONE!" ugh. I say everything 10 times around here. The only one that listens to me is the dog. :)

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    1. I don't even have a dog. So that means that absolutely no one listens to me. Lucky me.

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  8. I LOVE the conversations that go on in your house!!! And what is it with teens and tobasco sauce??? Mine all do the same thing!!! Now I'm wondering if all these years they really DON'T like my cooking!?!

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    1. Ha, ha, sorry to put that thought into your head.

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  9. Oh Karen. This was one of my favorites. I get so tired of yelling for the kids (only to realize they're at school). During the summer, when the kids were home and did have their headphones on, I'd call them once. Then, I'd find them and spray them with a water bottle. Every time, they'd look at me like I was bothering THEM .
    Hot sauce is great on dinner. Don't take offense. That boy knows how lucky he is.
    I want a choco-taco!
    Get in that car of yours and meet me half way, I'm waiting for my birthday cake :) Love you!

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    1. That's too funny. I need to try a water bottle. Although they'd probably kill me.

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  10. Thought I was bad for spending so much time trying to talk to someone who can't hear well. YOU, my dear, spend a lot of time communicating with people who either aren't there or pretend not to be. Bwa ha ha. You win! Loved your post <3

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    1. Yay, I win! Do I get a trophy? Money? Or do I just get to keep talking to people who aren't there?

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  11. Yummmm.......baby back ribs.

    How do your kids not drive you insane at this point? The hot sauce comment had me LOL'ing!

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    1. Oh, I passed insane years ago, I think I'm actually lapping "insane".

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  12. Smart man! I don't know how to turn it on either. I swear I read it wrong at first and thought he said "I don't know how to turn YOU on either" ROTFL
    I'm tired. ;)

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    1. Ha ha ha, I don't think that's what he said. Wonder if I should ask him?

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  13. Wow .. does your husband know how to at least use the microwave? Because if you die ... he's definitely done for! LOL

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    Raising-Reagan.com

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  14. These are all so funny Karen, but my favourite was when your son came home early and was up in his room without telling you. I wonder why? ha ha ha ha. He went into hiding mode. Well at least you know that he responds to texts better than being called.
    Oh no, you ran over the shingles? You must have felt sick after that :(
    Those ribs are right up my street, I must take down that recipe for safe keeping..

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    1. It's quite like him to come home and not look for me if I'm not in the kitchen and just go to his room and do homework or get onto the computer. I have to say that I laughed pretty hard when he walked down those stairs.

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  15. "Plug it in." Haha! That's a total teenage answer, probably with an eye roll to accompany it. And when my daughter was away at school I was constantly turning around, starting to talk to her, and then realizing oh yeah... Funny, but I'm sending you a virtual hug for that one. xo

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    1. It really is so hard to have them there for so many years and then try to adjust to the fact that they aren't there. I just keep forgetting. Hug is appreciated.

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  16. Those look soooo good ! New follower from scrumptious sunday!

    Chelsea @ AmeriAus Blog

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  17. SO here I am, two days late, loling at your post and hanging my head in shame because life happened to keep me from doing much of anything until this late on Sunday night. I do believe there's a bit of a glimpse into my future right here, because so many of those things you have done I have done something similar. Which ones, you might ask? I'm not telling, at least not right now! :-D

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    1. Nothing to hang your head about. Life often gets in the way and that's a good thing. Otherwise what would we have to write about?

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  18. K... These were all pretty hilarious!!! Although, while I did laugh at the last one, I did feel your pain. Sorry.

    I would have truly loved to have been a "Fly on the Wall" when you entered the room and realized he was at the Dorm... (facial expression & words) lol

    The Double B's look amazing... Had some last night. Enjoyed, Slu

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    1. Yes, that last one really upset me. It wasn't fun going in the house and telling my husband what I had just done.

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