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.

 

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.

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.

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?

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

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$$}}

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.

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.

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.

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.

 

 

 

  

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.