Fly on the Wall: Nature's Gone Quackers

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 8 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 put the boys' swing set up for sale on Craig's List. We stipulated that whoever bought it would need to take it down and move it. 

The first person to call purchased it. After he had moved it, there were a few stakes left in the ground which I removed and put by the garage door to be thrown out. 

College Boy comes home and walks into the house.

College Boy: Mom, what are the stakes on the driveway for?
Me: Oh, they were left behind by the guy who bought the swing set. I stuck them out front to be put in the trash.
College Boy: Well, at least they aren't to drive into my heart.
Me: What? Why would you say a thing like that?
College Boy: Says the woman who just sold my childhood.

OUCH. Guess he drove that stake into my heart.

College Boy comes by his sweet tooth naturally. He acquired it in utero.

But one night it seemed like he was in the kitchen every 10 minutes. First for ice cream, then for my Pretzel Sandwich Snacks, and then a third time for cookies.

Me: You know you can't just keep eating sweets all night long.
College Boy: Hush.
Me: {{blink, blink}}.

And just like that, the kid had figured out how to stun me into silence.

It's actually one of a very few nice days this Spring. College Boy leaves to go swimming with friends. After less than an hour he comes home angry. It's raining.

College Boy: Thanks a lot, Mom.
Me: Me? What did I do?
College Boy: You ruined the day. It's raining.
Me: And that's my fault?
College Boy: Let me guess, you're planning a dinner that's cooked on the grill.
Me: Well, yes.
College Boy: I rest my case.

It's so funny how we all have our cell phones set up differently. The other night I was making dinner and I'd left my cell phone in the den.

Hubs: Your cell's ringing.
Me: No, that's a text.

A couple of minutes later:

Hubs: Your cell's ringing.
Me: No, that's an email.

A couple of minutes later:

Hubs: Your cell's not ringing.
Me: Actually, this time it is!

 

PurDude has been home from school for a month now and I've yet to see him with his eyes open.

So basically, all through those toddler years when I prayed the kid would take a nap? Well, that's come back to bite me in the butt.

And I've even tried making all of his favorite foods too.

Mashed Potato Casserole

It has been SO rainy and wet this Spring.
How wet, you ask?
Well, apparently these guys came in for a landing when they mistook my back yard for a lake.

Has nature gone completely quackers? Imagine my surprise when, that same day, I walked out front and saw this egg just sitting on the driveway by my garage door.

And wait. There's another one on the driveway by Hubs' garage door.

Last month was Mother's Day and College Boy gave me this card:

I had a genius way for him to save money and recycle. Change the word "you" on the inside to "Mom", put it in a clean envelope and give it to Hubs for Father's Day.

Genius, right?

I have a bank debit card that I use for most purchases. I also have overdraft protection and although we've asked them not to associate that account with any credit card, they sent us one.

Last week I got a replacement debit card. I activated it, shredded my old card and started using the new one.

Bet you know where this is going, right?

The new card, which I'd been using as a debit card, was charging to my overdraft account. Damn it!

So you can imagine the look I got when I went into the bank for a replacement debit card.

Banker: Did you lose your card?
Me: No. I shredded it.

Yeah, it's not just my kids. Apparently bankers roll their eyes at me too.

Our den has couches and chairs and lots of comfy spots to watch TV. But there's one couch that's just the perfect spot to lay down and watch. So on a Sunday afternoon I rearranged the pillows on that couch, put down a throw and got ready to watch the Red Sox. Perfect.

I go to the bathroom before laying down and as I come out I can see what's happening. PurDude and I are both headed for "my" spot. I'm ahead of him as I round the big chair and am just putting my butt down when he leaps over the chair and coffee table and hits the couch right where my butt is headed. Damn, he beat me.

Me: Get off of this couch!
Him: Get off of me!
Me (admittedly sounding like a 5 year old): I was here first.
Him: Then why are you sitting on me?

So I give him the best spot to watch TV and what does he do? Immediately covers his face with a pillow and falls asleep, of course.

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

 Juicebox Confession
Menopausal Mother 
 Spatulas on Parade 
Searching for Sanity 

Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
Southern Belle Charm
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy 

Mashed Potato Casserole

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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
3 large potatoes
1/4 cup sour cream
1/4 cup milk 
2 green onions, rinsed and chopped 
3 slices bacon, cooked and chopped
1/3 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
3 pats butter
salt and pepper to taste
paprika

Directions:
*Grease a baking dish. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
*Peel, cube and cook the potatoes until soft.
*Mash the potatoes with sour cream and milk. Beat for 1 minute.
*Mix in the green onion, bacon, most of the cheese, butter, salt and pepper.
*Top with the rest of the cheese and sprinkle with paprika.
*NOTE: You can cover and refrigerate at this point for cooking later.
*Bake for about 30 to 40 minutes or until the cheese melts and the top browns.