Friday, July 24, 2015

Fly on the Wall: Someone's Following You

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 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. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

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I started telling you, months ago, about the typos I've been making. I really didn't understand why I was making so many all of a sudden. Another blogger mentioned that she's been making more too, because the letters on her keyboard have worn off. So that's her story and . . . well . . . I'm sticking to it.
Anyway, a while ago I made a new recipe for a side dish that I was promoting on social media. It was a potato casserole, one most people make a version of, but mine has a kick to it. But due to a typo, just one little wrong letter, I ended up promoting my Hot and Spicy Potato Casserole with a kick as a "Hot and Spicy Potato Casserole with a dick."

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Once again we had a problem with the boys' toilet being clogged. I seriously thought that when they got older my boys would make better choices but . . . not so much. 
So apparently their toilet was clogged and rather than trying to fix it or even say anything, they just left it clogged. Apparently they think my house is a dorm and someone will eventually find it, report it and fix it.
When I finally did find it, Hubs tried to deal with it but he initially couldn't get it unclogged. I prefer that the boys not use my bathroom because . . . well, just because.
PurDude just came down to the main floor to use the bathroom. College Boy, however, thought it was a good idea to just pee into water bottles through the night and line them up on the counter in his bathroom.
I didn't agree with his choice. In fact, I very loudly didn't agree with his choice. For a very long time. 

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PurDude decided not to rejoin the gym he'd been a member of for a year. He and a few friends switched over to another gym that's further away but open 24 hours. This way the boys, all of whom work different jobs and different hours, can all go work out together late at night.
One evening at dinner I asked PurDude what his plans were. He said he'd be going to the gym later that night. I let him know that we were supposed to be under a severe weather watch later that night. He assured me he'd be OK. I told him that he did risk his precious BMW getting pummeled.
Hours later PurDude comes to find me: "Mom, I'm going to the gym, mind if I borrow your car?"

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I often have fun new followers on twitter, which I'm informed of in my notifications. I've talked about the time Siri, Taye Diggs and Grumpy Cat followed me. I've wondered at the time that Reynolds Wrap and Hefty followed me and I've not wondered at all when Kendall Jackson followed me. I was so excited when Ariana Huffington tweeted about a letter to my sons that had been published in the Huffington Post.
But of all of the notifications I've had one twitter, the follow I got this month had me laughing . . . and cringing:

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Yes, someone named their account "someone". And at first I thought that was so funny. Until I read it again. Now I can't stop looking over my shoulder.

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PurDude's a lifeguard for the city. He often works 8 hour days and gets home long after we've eaten. On those nights he'll text me and ask me to make something for him for dinner.

He either just doesn't get the impact his frequent partial statements have on me, or it's possible he gets pleasure out of seeing how high he can get my blood pressure to soar.

For example, this exchange from last week:

5:30 pm
Text from PurDude: Can you make me some talapia for 7:30?
Me: OK. I'll have it ready.

7:00 pm
Text from PurDude: Gotta give a statement to the popo, gonna be late.

That's it. Nothing else. 

Can you feel my blood pressure rising?

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Chewy Cherry Cream Cheese Cookies

Not that I like to torture my kids or anything, but sometimes they can really be a pain in the ass and telling them to get lost does not work. Once they know they're pushing my buttons, they're in for the long haul.
I've finally got a foolproof way to get them to stop. I found it by accident.
I dance.
It clears the room.
So now, of course, every time I see them I bust a move.
College Boy: Mom, stop. You cannot dance. You look ridiculous.
Me: I've got rhythm.
College Boy: You look like a gnome.
Me: Then I guess I better keep trying.
HA. I win!

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College Boy: Will you get us a pizza for dinner?
Me (starting to dance): Want to dance with me?
College Boy: You know it would be very easy for me to have you committed.
Ummm  . . . not winning so much any more.

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It's a well known fact that my kids hate quiche. In fact, it turns out they'd rather have stitches between the eyes than quiche for dinner.
Both boys had been asking me to make eggs for dinner on the nights Hubs isn't home. They like peppers, onions, mushrooms and cheese in their scrambled eggs. Sounds almost like a form of quiche to me, and it'd been quite a while since I made one.
Me: What about me making a quiche and putting in only the ingredients you like in scrambled eggs. It's basically the same thing, eggs and your favorite ingredients.
College Boy: I just can't eat anything called quiche.
Me: we'll call it Egg Pie.
College Boy: It's still quiche, no sugar coating it.
Me: Ooooh, sugar . . .
College Boy: Don't think, Mom. You know it's always trouble when you try to think.

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Me: You need to buy another lifeguard bathing suit.
PurDude: Why?
Me: The netting on the one in the wash today is ripped to shreds. You don't want to have an outage at the public pool.
PurDude: I have two others, I'm going to cut the netting out of that one and wear it with my compression shorts.
Me: You have compression shorts? I don't ever remember buying you those.
PurDude: Yes, I had to buy them when I started school.
Me: Ummmm . . . I'm afraid to ask but . . . for what?
PurDude: They were required when I joined the rowing team.
Me: Rowing team? Why do I know nothing about this? You have never rowed. What do you mean you joined the rowing team?
PurDude: Well, I kinda joined it by accident.
Me: How do you join a rowing team by accident?
PurDude (walking away): Just leave it at I don't need any new lifeguard suits, OK?
Me (yelling after him): Wait. I have questions. Did you go? Do you row? You didn't accidentally sign up for anything else I need to know about, right? RIGHT?

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Hubs was late for dinner. He came in and apologized saying he had to stop and have someone look at his phone on the way home.
Me: What happened?
Hubs: I dropped it at work. The back came off and the battery came out. I put it back together but I couldn't get it to work.
Me: Is it working now or do you need a new one?
Hubs: It's working.
Me: They were able to get it working?
Hubs: Yeah.
Me: Did it take long to get it fixed?
Hubs: No.
Me: What did he have to do?
Hubs: Well . . .
Me: Well?
Hubs: Well, he had to turn it on.

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

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Chewy Cherry Cream Cheese Cookies
Printable Recipe

1 stick butter, softened
1 stick margarine, softened
4 oz cream cheese, softened
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 egg
2 TBSP maraschino cherry juice
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/3 cup chopped maraschino cherries
1/2 cup mini chocolate chips

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Cream the butter, margarine, cream cheese and sugars until smooth. Beat in the egg and cherry juice.
*Mix in the flour and salt. Once completely incorporated, mix in the cherries and chocolate chips.
*Drop by rounded TBSP onto baking sheets. Bake for about 15 minutes or until they just barely start to brown around the bottoms.
*NOTE: because these are cream cheese , they don't flatten, spread or brown at the top so they will be done even though they may not look it.
*Allow to set on cookie sheet for 2 minutes before removing to cool completely.


  1. Have I mentioned I love your sons? And your husby and I must be on the same page with electronics. The "Please help me!" page.

    1. I have to admit that when college started I thought I might have nothing to write about in these Fly on the Wall posts. But thanks to Hubs, I think I'll be just fine.

  2. Potato casserole with a dick…oh my freaking gawd. I laughed out loud on that one. Do you remember when Sarah and I used to tease you about the "crap" pockets? I'm still making typos and am down to only three keys of the alphabet on my keyboard that are readable

    1. I STILL talk about the Crap Pockets. Must be my juvenile mind but they're still as funny every time I think about it as it was that first time.
      And I have no excuse any more with the typos. My laptop was so close to dying my son set me up on his old one. Now I've got all new keys to wear out!

  3. too too funny! College Boy and Purdude crack me up. The dancing was working for a you have to think of something else.

    OH NO to the pee filled bottles...gags...blah....

    1. Yeah, that bottle thing totally freaked me out. GROSS!

  4. Haha, your son is quite happy to risk your car then.
    The bottle thing, yuck! Boys are really gross sometimes.
    Your typo certainly beats my nut vs but issues, I would have been intrigued by such a title actually.
    I clear a room by singing.

    1. Yes, I do the same when I sing. College Boy was the sweetest, easiest baby. For the most part, the only time he'd cry would be when I'd sing.

  5. Karen, please NEVER let me share the pee-in-the-bottle story with my boys. Christian would have his color coded in a window sill. Ha! I love that you wrote "Hot and Spicy Potato Casserole with a dick." Tell me that wouldn't draw Pinterest clicks!!
    My favorite story of yours this month is the one of your newest follower. "Someone" following me would make me paranoid.
    Thanks for the smiles! Miss you <3

    1. Honestly, I'd rather think about the Potato Casserole with a dick than those bottles. Gross!

  6. Your boys would make my blood pressure rise, too, lol! Ignoring the clogged toilet and using thanks.

    And the Hubs and his phone, I know a few people that would do that as well.

    The cookies look yummy!!

    1. I swear those boys are deliberately trying to kill me. Well, push all my buttons anyway.

  7. Really liked your post this month - laughed at each turn. And the fingernails thing -- when mine ghet two lang is wen I mke typos :)

  8. So has "someone" retweeted or favorited a tweet yet? LOL
    I bet their password is password. So original

  9. I'm sure there are people out there who would like their potato casserole that way...

    I dance to embarrass my kids too!

  10. I can so relate to boys and their clogged up toilets. What is it with them using seven trees worth of toilet paper? I'm still laughing about your kid saying you look like a gnome. That's funny AND creative.

    1. Somehow it's less funny when it's you they're talking about . . .


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