Welcome to a monthly Fly on
the Wall group post. Today 16 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.
College Boy comes downstairs from his room.
Me: Yikes, what smells? Are you wearing deodorant today?
College Boy: I just farted.
Me (looking incredulous): You came down here to do that?
College Boy: No, it was in my room.
Me: Why did you come down here?
College Boy: To escape the smell.
Me: How's that working for you? Even more important, how do you think that's working for me?
College Boy: It's not. But it isn't my fault, it followed me down here.
Me: Next time leave your pants upstairs.
I've had some fun, some funny, and some interesting follows on twitter. But I must admit I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw this follow. I thought my medical records were supposed to be private:
And then I found out what this actually is. Vikings Digital Diaries for Minnesota Vikings fans.
Now what am I supposed to do? Let my friends and family think I'm a Vikings fan? Or I have a medical condition?
Tough call.
That wasn't the only follow that had me shaking my head.
No matter whether you agree with his viewpoints or not, a President must have a filter, must be capable of diplomacy and must be capable of putting the good of the country ahead of his ego. So I've been pretty critical of Donald Trump, especially in my post A Day in the Life of a News Cycle.
So I almost fell off my chair when I saw this notification from Google +
Now we all know that isn't really his account. But whoever set that account up sure did get me. Bazinga!
If you read this blog at all
you know that my boys are grown, but they're still really picky eaters.
It's definitely getting better but, seriously, I'm so sick of it. Like
this lovely conversation just before dinner the other night:
Me: What are you doing with the fridge open?
College Boy: Just trying to make a decision.
Me: Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes. What decision?
College
Boy: Whether tonight's dinner can just be smothered in ketchup, needs
barbecue sauce, or is at the "break out the sriracha" level.
Ah, how I love being appreciated.
Me: Thank you so much for teaching me how to make GIFs for my blog, I love doing it.
College Boy: I wish the site I used in middle school was still up, that was the best.
Me: I didn't even know there were such a thing as GIFs when you were in middle school.
College
Boy: You didn't know they were in existence since I was in middle
school? Really, Mom? I'm pretty sure the ten commandments were written
in GIF form.
See, you do learn something new every day.
Monte Cristo Skewers
A fly on the wall would have seen this private FB interaction:
A woman asked to join my private FB group (for bloggers who participate in the monthly challenges I run). I hadn't heard of her so I sent her a private message asking her if she had a blog and was interested in one of the challenges. The response was such an ego boost:
Her: Your writings are amazing and you are inspiring to me! God put you into my path and that is for sure and you are amazing.
Me: You are way to complimentary, but you sure made my day.
Her: You began something which I truly think is amazing and I want to use your concept to do something in books for kids and thank you so much.
Me: You lost me. What did I begin that's amazing? And how will you use it in books for kids?
Her: I am kind of busy right now and you are confusing me and I thought you were the lady who began the blog which other artist can contribute. No need to get into a big discussion because I cannot right now. Sorry to bother you.
Yikes. Deflategate? That's not a football thing, that's my ego . . .
Was I just tired or was I having a senior moment?
About an hour before dinner, I needed something to drink and grabbed the 2 liter soda out of the fridge. I had already set the table so I grabbed my glass from my place setting, poured myself a drink, drank it, put the soda back in the fridge and went upstairs to put the laundry away.
When I came back downstairs I opened the fridge and there was my empty glass where I keep the soda. Huh?
I looked at the table and guess what I saw where my glass was supposed to be?
Tired, right?
I needed to rate a
friend's podcast in itunes for her but I didn't have an account. I tried
to sign into College Boy's account but he couldn't remember his
password. He offered to go upstairs to his laptop and set up an account
for me.
He
came down with a smirk on his face and said that the account was set
up. I know that smirk so I quickly jumped on my new account.
My name looked fine.
My address was OK.
Security question "what was the first thing you learned to cook?" he answered "food". Smart ass, but still not smirk-worthy.
Keep looking. . .
My date of birth: April 1st, 1865
And there it is.
I had made a new cake for the
blog. Whenever I develop recipes it's kind of hit or miss. Sometimes
they come out the way I'd hoped. Sometimes they need tweaking, and other
times . . . well . . .
So
as I was putting the cake together I was talking to myself. Really more
to the cake. Something along the lines of "please come out, please come
out."
College Boy comes into the kitchen, hears me and says "oh Mom, your stuff always comes out." What a nice compliment.
After
dinner I'm sitting on the couch and Hubs goes into the kitchen, takes a
piece of cake and puts a piece into his mouth and as he walks past me
says "I don't know what it was supposed to look like but it does taste
good."
I'm really not sure whether that's another compliment or an insult. Or a compliment AND an insult.
PurDude has been gone for a month now. College Boy has been living at home since he transferred to our state university's local campus a year ago.
Every now and then I look into PurDude's room and just feel sad. It's so empty. No 3 monitors going at once, no car keys sitting on his desk. It's neat and clean, but it's empty.
College Boy (standing in the doorway of his room): I know you miss him. Good thing I'm doing my share to keep my room looking lived in.
Me (looking at the pile of crap completely covering his floor): Oh yeah, lucky lucky me.
Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:
Monte Cristo Skewers
©www.BakingInATornado.com
Printable Recipe
Ingredients:
3 large boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 # thick sliced cooked ham
1 pint grape tomatoes
2 TBSP butter, melted
2 TBSP mayonnaise
1/3 cup honey
1/4 cup dijon mustard
1 TBSP sweet hot mustard
*NOTE: When I bake a ham, I freeze the leftovers in 1# packets to be used in recipes like this one.
Directions:
*Cut the chicken breats into cubes. Place in a gallon bag.
*Whisk together the melted butter, mayonnaise, honey, dijon mustard and sweet hot mustard.
*Pour over the chicken in the bag and manipulate to be sure all the chicken is coated. Seal the bag and refrigerate overnight.
*Cut the ham into approximately 1 inch squares.
*While your grill is off and cold, grease the grates.
*Heat your grill to medium high.
*Thread the marinated chicken, ham chunks and grape tomatoes onto skewers.
*Place skewers onto the grill, close the lid and reduce temperature to medium.
*Cook for about 10 minutes, turn the skewers over using a utensil or oven mitt and cook for about another 10 minutes or until the chicken is completely cooked through.
