Welcome to a monthly Fly on
the Wall group post. Today 11 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.
I'm
sorry to admit that a fly on the wall would have seen me yelling at my
grocery list this week. I keep my list online, then print it out when I
go to the store. I know people keep them on their cells, but I'm a
dinosaur and this is what works for me.
I had tobasco (as in
sauce) on the list this week. But the document kept auto correcting me
so every time I went in to review the list or add something to it
through the week, I'd see that I had tobacco on the list. I'd correct
it, but without fail my correction was overridden.
I printed the list, and
as I was heading out the door my family saw me looking at the list and
screaming "tobasco, damn you, tobasco. I do not want tobacco, I want
tobasco."
Since they're all {{ahem}} pretty used to me. They seemed to take my little outburst in stride.
And, since we're questioning
my sanity, in the grocery store last week I may have been standing in
the aisle looking at my list and laughing. Why? My list told me to.
I'm really not sure
what I was thinking when I typed up my list, but I was making my way
through the store grabbing items, putting it into my cart and then
checking what's next. I had just put the orange juice in the cart and
was checking the next item, when this is what I saw on the list:
soda
milk
heavy cream
orange juice
LOL
eggs
paper towels
Sometimes you just gotta stand in the grocery aisle and laugh, I guess.
Let me start this story by saying that I am not and never claimed to be a food expert.
I had an idea for a recipe earlier in the month and went to the store for the ingredients so I could try it out.
I
could not find one of the ingredients, Pumpkin Seeds. I circled the
store once; the baking section, the nuts section, the healthy foods
section. Nothing. In one of the sections I found pepitas. They look
similar to pumpkin seeds so if I had to, I'd take them home and see what
they taste like before trying another store.
A store worker saw me and offered to check the back room. He found pumpkin seeds but they were in the shell. No way.
Circled
the store one more time and nope, didn't miss them the first time
around, I couldn't find them. I decided to go with Plan B and buy the
pepitas and see what they taste like before looking further.
I
came home and Googled "pepitas". Imagine my surprise when I found out
that pepitas is spanish for Pumpkin Seeds. And how stupid I felt when I
realized that if I had the brains to google them in the store I could
have saved myself two laps around that place.
I mention often, in
these Fly posts, the fun or funny or interesting or even famous follows I
get on social media. This one really took me by surprise. I mean, who
knew that Leonardo DiCaprio was even aware of who I am, let alone be
following me on twitter.
Oh, wait. Does that say lenardo-di-crapio? Yeah, that explains it. I'm far less impressed now.
I know things change, many for the better. And they affect not only our lives but how we talk to each other too.
But
I have to admit that neither growing up, nor after I was married or
even after we had kids, when thinking about family, sitting around the
dinner table laughing, talking, discussing, this is a conversation I
never expected to have:
Me: Is Purdue playing a home game or an away game tomorrow?
Hubs: I don't know, let me ask my phone . . .
Raspberry Star Cookies
Many of you probably know
that it was Halloween a few weeks ago. What you don't know is that
Halloween seems to be a prime pick on Mom day. College Boy was having
way too much fun with this concept and by mid afternoon, I knew I had to
shut him up down.
College Boy: So I see you're dressed as a witch again today.
Me: I hear on Halloween witch spit in your dinner is good luck.
I win.
Speaking of dinner conversation, were talking at dinner about the Marshmallow only Lucky Charms cereal that was being released.
College Boy: Did you know they were only making 10 boxes?
Me: No, how does that make sense?
College Boy: You have to win a box.
Me: That's pretty disappointing to all the people who want them.
College Boy: I know. Imagine how many people got their hopes up. I mean the marshmallows are the only part worth eating. The regular Lucky Charms is really a few marshmallows in a bunch of cat food.
Me to Hubs: I used to get so mad at College Boy I finally stopped buying them. He'd eat all the marshmallows and throw the cereal away.
Hubs: In the grocery store?
Me: {{blink, blink}}.
College Boy: {{massive eye roll}}.
My boys have accused me of threatening them. I have no idea what they're talking about. I asked them to pick up their rooms (for like the 50th time) when they didn't, neither one of them, I did not threaten them. I just showed them two pictures:
This is the tree that did not grow according to my expectations:
And here it is now:
College Boy and I fight all the time about him being late. I tend to be prompt and he . . . not so much. In fact, not even close.
Me: You're late. You're always late.
College Boy: I'm not late. It's 1:55, I don't have to be there until 2:00.
Me: First of all, if it's 1:55, you won't be there by 2:00. Second, it's 2:00.
College Boy: It's 1:55. Look at the clock in my room.
The
clock in his room stopped working a year ago. I'm not putting a battery
in it because he's a big boy. He's not putting a battery in because
he's a lazy big boy.
So whenever he wants to prove a point, he moves the hands to wherever he wants.
So in his opinion, that clock works better for him than it did when it told time.
See what I'm dealing with here?
College Boy and I have gotten into the habit of discussing absurd news stories we read, always trying to outdo each other in the ridiculousness of the stories we find. Last week I knew I'd found one he wouldn't even believe.
Me: OK, here's the story I found today: a woman in Massachusetts was allowed to have her drivers license picture taken with a colander on her head. She said it was for religious reasons, says she's a Pastafarian.
College Boy (interrupting me): Oh, yeah, the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Me (eyes wide, totally in shock): Yes. That's what she said. How do you know?
College Boy: I know about the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
That damn kid wins. Every time.
Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:
Raspberry Star Cookies
©www.BakingInATornado.com
Printable Recipe
Ingredients:
1 stick butter, softened
1 stick margarine, softened
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 1/2 tsp raspberry extract
3 1/4 cups flour
1 tsp baking powder
red food coloring
8 oz vanilla bark, white candy melts or dark chocolate chips
green colored sugar, multicolored nonpareils or mini M&Ms
Directions:
*Cream the butter, margarine and sugar. Beat in egg, raspberry extract and red food coloring. Mix in the flour and baking powder until it forms a dough.
*Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate at least an hour.
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheet with parchment paper.
*Roll out the dough, either between pieces of wax paper or on a floured surface, half at a time, to about 1/8 inch thickness. Cut with star shaped cookie cutter.
*Bake approximately 10 minutes. Cool for 2 minutes on pan before removing to cool completely.
*Melt the vanilla bark, white candy melts or dark chocolate chips in microwave for 30 seconds, stir, and then in 10 second increments until completely smooth. Place in a plastic sandwich bag, snip a small piece off the corner of the bag and pipe the chocolate back and forth across the cookies.
*Immediately sprinkle with colored sugar, nonpariels or add a few mini M&Ms for decoration. Allow to set completely before storing.
