Friday, October 18, 2013

October Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 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
Spatulas on Parade
The Rowdy Baker
Trashy Blog
Dates 2 Diapers
Sorry kid, Your Mom Doesn't Play Well With Others


About 6 years ago our neighborhood was having a problem with someone driving over our lawns at night and doing damage. This went on for a few weeks. One night when my husband was out of town and the kids were in bed, I heard a crash. I went out front and found our basketball hoop, which had been cemented into the ground, ripped out and laying on its side.

Police and CSI came, the kid was found and arrested and before he went to court he and his dad replaced our basketball hoop.

Last month we had our roof replaced. On the roofers’ last day at the house they rang the doorbell to tell me that they had an accident. I bet the odds are astronomical that this could happen more than once:


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I live with three intelligent grown men. One day this past month I could be heard asking them a question that not one of them could answer: “Why is it that absolutely nothing comes out of the dryer more wrinkled than a wrinkle-free shirt?”


Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

My son is a lifeguard. He works at an indoor pool so he’s working year round. A few weeks ago he came home from work wearing his lifeguard bathing suit, a wrist band, 6 strands of Mardi Gras beads and an eye-patch. I haven’t a clue and I was afraid to ask.

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado


A couple of our electrical outlets weren’t working and I had to call an electrician and make an appointment for him to come out. The woman in the office asked what time I wanted him to come and explained that she couldn’t guarantee an exact time but would give me a 2 hour window. I asked for around 10:00 am and she said “sure, he’ll be there between 10:00 am and 3:30 pm”. Two hour window? This must be some new kind of math or something.


Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

So the electrician came out to check the outlets that didn’t work. I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I checked the fuse box before he came to be sure none of the fuses had tripped.

The electrician comes out, checks the garage outlet, the outlet in the front garden and the one on the back deck and sees that they don’t work. He walks into my laundry room, presses the “reset” button on the outlet in there and is finished within 60 seconds of arriving.

And again, so as not to embarrass myself, when my family came home I made up a whole long involved story of the hour the electrician spent here getting all the outlets working again. I think I even made up a few “technical” terms too.


Chocolate Pizza with Spiced Cream Cheese Frosting - bakinginatornado.com

Chocolate Pizza with Spiced Cream Cheese Frosting

Chocolate Pizza w Spiced Cream Cheese Frosting - bakinginatornado.com


The Cicadas were really loud this year and generally I just tune them out, but at the end of last month I had a headache and they were driving me crazy.
Me: “Those cicadas are making my headache worse”.
Son: “They can’t be making it worse”.
Me: “Well they are. I had a slight headache and now my head is splitting”.
Son: “Now you know how I feel when you sing.”

Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

After dinner my son clears the table and takes out the trash. My husband wipes down the table and, if I’ve used the grill, cleans the grill. I fill and run the dishwasher. One night my husband comes to dinner and does a little happy dance.
Me: “Oh, you love my chicken parmesan”.
Him: “No, I love that you don’t make it on the grill”.


Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado


And here was another fun conversation:
Me: "Can you please go out back and pull the weeds."
Hubs (indignantly): "Stop asking me that, I already did."
Me: "Then what's this growing in the swingset, a beanstalk?"

Fly on the Wall | wild weed | www.BakingInATornado.com

It seems that I tell one of these stories about my younger son every month, but they happen all the time and it’s best for my mental health that I just keep telling them and try to laugh. So here’s the latest:
I go into my son’s bathroom and his trash can is full to the brim and about to spill onto the floor. I decide not to take it down to the kitchen to empty into the main trash, but I’m steaming mad. He’s a senior in High School, he can tell when a trash can is full.
So he comes home from school and I angrily say “go into your bathroom and look at the trash can.” And he leaves. And he doesn’t come back. And, being concrete and literal, I’m sure that he did actually go into his bathroom and look at the trash can. Kill me now.


Fly on the Wall - Baking In A Tornado

When I’m in the living room, if my son is really bothering me and I want to get rid of him, I turn on “The Big Bang Theory”.
I get it, I love the show.
He doesn’t get it at all, he lives the show.


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Chocolate Pizza with Spiced Cream Cheese Frosting
                                   ©www.BakingInATornado.com

                                                                                                                                                       
Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients, chocolate pizza:
4 ounces unsweetened chocolate
1 stick butter
1 stick margarine
3 eggs
¾ tsp vanilla
2 cups sugar
1 cup flour
 
Ingredients, frosting:
1/2 stick butter, softened
8 ounces cream cheese, softened
4 drops of red and 16 drops of yellow food coloring.
½ tsp vanilla
¾ tsp Pumpkin pie spice
1 TBSP milk
2 1/2 cups powdered sugar
 
Ingredients, decorations:
Gummy worms
Halloween sprinkles
1 strand peeled off of a Twizzler peel ‘n eat
2 Vanilla wafers
2 M & Ms
1 Hershey’s Kiss
 
Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a large round pizza pan (without holes in it).
*Melt together the unsweetened chocolate, margarine and butter in microwave. Stir until completely smooth.
*Stir in the vanilla. Once incorporated, stir in the sugar, then the eggs and last the flour.
*Bake for 15-18 minutes until the center is set. Allow to cool completely.
 
Frosting:
*Beat the cream cheese and butter until smooth. Beat in the food coloring, vanilla and pumpkin pie spice. 
*Carefully, starting off at your lowest speed, beat in the powdered sugar. If it’s too stiff, add the milk. If it’s too loose, add a little more powdered sugar.
*Carefully spread the frosting onto your chocolate pizza.
*Decorate with sprinkles to outline the face, gummy worms as hair, cookies and M & Ms as eyes, twizzler as a mouth and kiss as a nose.
*Store in the refrigerator and bring to room temperature before serving.

34 comments:

  1. LOVE THIS!! I can always relate to your Fly posts so much!
    I once had fits over a couple of outlets. The Hubby walks in, pushes the buttons and leaves like he is king of the world. There was no living with him for a while.

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    1. I know, and if anyone from my family reads this post, my secret is out!

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  2. Some things are better left unknown...
    So... are you going to replace the hoop or just leave it? Third time is a charm, and by charm I mean, you sparkly brand new car may be under it....

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    1. Yes, the roofers replaced it. But once, literally the day after we got one of our cars, a beam fell off of the ceiling of the garage onto it. I don't know what scared me more, the crash or knowing I had to go tell my husband.

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  3. I can't believe the roofers did that to your basketball hoop! That must have made quite the sound. A teenager, I totally get. Love the garbage basket story as our kids' trash is always overflowing? How can they have full baskets and their rooms still look like pits?
    Climb that beanstalk for me. I am in desperate need of a Goose that lays golden eggs.
    The last line of your post says so much. <3

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    1. Yeah, if you never believed in a jinx before my basketball hoop will change your mind.

      And if I do climb that beanstalk we'll need to share those eggs. I've got one in college just like you do!

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  4. Sure wish you'd snapped a picture of your lifeguard son in full regalia! And let me tell you right now...my youngest is 30, and he still hasn't figured out the full wastebasket thing. For that matter, neither has his father! It's never going to happen, Karen.
    FYI, I kept scrolling down and loved your Mommy or Mummy post too!

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    1. I did snap a pic of my son, but he'd kill me if I posted it so for now I'm not!

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  5. I always love stories about your boys. When I tell my 17 yr. old to go look at his overflowing trash can, he just looks and says, "Yeah? what about it?" As far as the electrician goes---I've had a few of those instances and I always feel so dumb because I end up paying $90 for the service call, just to have a switch flipped. Last time it was the plumber....he had to lift a fork out of the sink drain. Hmmm... which kid do you think left it there to the tune of $90?

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    1. I am NOT letting my boys read your comment. Fork in the sink drain? No way I'm letting that idea get into their heads.

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  6. I'm jealous!
    I want a bean stalk!
    I have actually sold Narnia and magic beans on the same day but I've never had a bean stock. :)
    Love the festive work attire... I wouldn't have asked either. Some stories are way better in my head than facts.
    Think of the roofer's oops as simply a basketball hoop upgrade system. Every few years you have out a few workmen, replace a basketball hoop. Yours will change like some people paint their homes. ;)

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    1. You can come get my beanstalk. Seriously, how do you pull weeds and miss something that big?

      And the work attire, I wouldn't have gotten a straight answer anyways so why bother? As you said, some stories are best the way I envision them.

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  7. So happy to have found you! Your fly on the wall moments here make me feel like I'm in really great company.

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    1. Oh, if you ever need a laugh at the things that go on in others' homes, stop by our monthly Fly on the Wall posts. They keep me laughing all morning.

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  8. I can't stop laughing over the swimsuit and mardi gras beads.... sweet mother just don't even ask. Such is the things of nightmares....

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    1. I STILL don't know what that was all about. I'm still afraid to ask . . .

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  9. How did the roofers manage to damage your basket ball hoop? Unless they were playing with it, instead of doing work. Well, you never know what they get up unless you keep an eye on them.
    And don't empty your son's trash can Karen. Wait til your son sees arms and legs growing out of it, then he'll decide it needs emptying, ha ha ha. Kids prefer to learn this way, it's an experience for them. A bit like a science lesson.
    I love the TV idea. It's a great way to get rid of unwanted or unexpected mates, ha ha ha. Thanks for the tip.

    I just had to laugh when your husband claimed he'd done the weeding. If that plant wasn't clear evidence, I don't know what is :)

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    1. The roofers hit it with their truck. They actually felt worse than I did, but then I'd been through that once before.

      Yeah, the weeding, how funny is that huge gigantic weed growing all the way out the top of the swing set. Um . . . if he did weed, he surely missed one!

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  10. I so love being part of the Fly On the Wall and reading everyones post. It really helps when I've had a bad day and it's been a bad week. I will spend tomorrow reading them all :)
    Oh and new math? 10-330 yeah someone can't count to 2. wow
    Spatulas On Parade

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    1. I'm so sorry you've had a bad week. I had a bad one last week and I couldn't wait for the week to end. I hope you get a chance to read all the Fly posts and they cheer you up.

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  11. Love this whole Post... Love the 'Outlet' story. Very familiar with the 'reset' button from our house (kitchen & bathroom). lol

    Favorite line : "Kill me now." I could so see him just looking at that can. lol

    Thanks for sharing, Slu

    p.s. Mucho Congrats for the "WTF" recognition this week. Way Cool!!!

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    1. I am now pretty familiar with the locations of all of the "reset" buttons in our house too. Hoping to never have to relive that little embarrassment again.

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  12. I loved all your stories. My favorite is the one of your son coming home for working at the pool with the wrist band, eye patch, and beads... I agree sometimes it is better not to know.

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    1. It's so funny but I think most of the parents of older kids can relate to that one. Some things just need to be left alone.

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  13. Okay, I'm curious as to why your son was looking like he'd been to a pirate frat party...lol

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  14. Laughed out loud to several of these! Your son literally looking at his trash can; your lifeguard son in his questionable ensemble that you don't even want to ask about; now you know how I feel when you sing...all so funny! And I really want to make the pizza but I'm too lazy for this version. Can I buy pre made icing? *cringe* I know, I know.

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    1. No cringing here, I'm all about short-cuts. If their eyes light up when you put it on the table and they eat it when you serve it, it's all good in my book.

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  15. OMG the one about how your son came home from his lifeguard job is hilarious!! I was laughing out loud. Thank you. I needed that!

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    1. Well now we're even, your blog had me laughing too.

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  16. OMG...I can't the whole wrinkled/non-wrinkled shirt is cracking me up...BIG BANG THEORY....BWaAHAHAHA...poor kid.

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    1. That shirt thing makes nuts. He keeps bringing them home and telling me they're wrinkle free. Yeah, right, as if there's such a thing.

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  17. I can't stop laughing at the image of your son with beads and an eye patch/1 Maybe because I'm waiting for mine to pull one like that too and me and the hubs going...better don't ask! too funny!

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    1. Yes, I've learned (the hard way) that some things are better just left alone.

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