Friday, July 20, 2018

Fake Blood and Real Pain: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 4 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 was upset with the men in my family for not helping me when I asked them to. Later that day College Boy sneezed.

Me: Bless you.
College Boy: Thank you.
Me: Oh wait, I didn't mean to say that, I'm upset with you, I take it back, un-bless un-you.
College Boy: Sorry, Mom, you can't un-bless a Blessing.

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I had a bit of a disaster with some red food coloring and decided to play a little joke on my family. 

PurDude walks into the kitchen:

Me: Arrrgh. Ouch.
PurDude: What's wrong?
Me (showing him my hand): Oh ouch, I cut myself. I'm bleeding.

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PurDude rolls his eyes and walks away.

A minute later College Boy comes in:

Me: Arrrgh. Ouch.
College Boy: What's wrong?
Me (showing him my hand): Oh ouch, I cut myself. I'm bleeding.

College Boy rolls his eyes and walks away.

Later Hubs comes into the living room and I'm sitting on the couch pouting.

Hubs: What's wrong?
Me: Neither of the boys believed I was bleeding.
Hubs: Were you?
Me: No.
Hubs (walking away): OK then, carry on . . . 

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Hubs was outside doing some strenuous yard work, hauling tree limbs out into the woods. He came in cringing and walking a little funny.

Hubs: Do you have any frozen peas?
Me: Peas?
Hubs: Yes, that I can put down my pants.
Me: Pants?
Hubs: Don't ask.

I didn't. I did put a fresh bag of frozen peas onto my shopping list though. Because that bag went where nothing on my table will ever have gone before. Or something like that.

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Me (looking around): Have you seen my reading glasses?
Hubs: Did you look in the fridge?
Me (rolling my eyes): I'm aggravated and you're making stupid suggestions like the fridge?
Hubs: Just remembering where you found them last time.


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I was baking a cake using grape soda in the cake, the filling and the topping. I wasn't sure it would be Hubs' favorite if he knew what was in it, but I also knew he'd like it if he just gave it a chance. I wasn't going to lie to him, but I wasn't going to be exactly forthcoming either. So I held off telling him about it, just until he tasted it.

Hubs: I like the flavor. It's subtle but there.
Me: It's the soda.
Hubs: The cake is so light and fluffy
Me: It's the soda.
Hubs (looking at it again, then looking at me): It's purple
Me: It's the soda.
Hubs: Not baking soda? Actual soda?
Me: Yes. It's good isn't it? Subtle flavor. Light and fluffy.
Hubs (pushing it away): I don't like soda.
Me: But you like cake.

When it comes to men and food, seems sometimes ignorance is bliss. Next time, like the mom who hides vegetables in the casserole, I'm not telling him at all.

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Soda Pop Poke Cake

Payback is a bitch. Or not. Seems I wouldn't know.

I had a bad night and had fallen asleep on the couch the next afternoon. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to:

College Boy: Mom! Mom! Are you awake?
Me: I wasn't. You just woke me up. What do you want?
College Boy: Nothing, just wanted to know if you were up.

So I decided to get him back that night, I'd wait till he was asleep and stick my head in his room asking if he was awake. Vengeance will be mine. He won't be waking me up again.

At midnight I stuck my head in his door. He wasn't home. At 1:00 am I stuck my head in his door. He was on his laptop. At 1:45 I stuck my head in his door. He was watching TV. 

Screw it, I don't know about him, but I need my sleep. Instead of "payback is a bitch" I'm personifying "the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry." I'm a walking (sleeping) payback fail.

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I grew up a Red Sox fan. My grandfather's company had box seats and I just loved when it was our turn to use them. They were along the first base line, by the dugout.

I never outgrew my love for Boston sports and, in fact, one of my earliest posts was called I the Red Sox.

Now I live in the Midwest and I don't often get to see the games. Unfortunately the channels I get tailor their game choices to the local market. Boo.

Recently, between all the channels that show games, I was going to get the Sox on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I was so excited.

Me (excitedly): I'm going to get to watch the Sox five days in a row. That hasn't happened since the last time I was back home.
College Boy: Really, Mom, you're way too excited about this. You need to get a life.
Me: I have a life.
College Boy: Maybe you better put in for an upgrade.

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I'm minding my business happily watching the Red Sox game and completely ignoring my family who are trying to torture me.

College Boy: Mom, the dishwasher is leaking.
Me (distractedly): OK.
PurDude: Mom, I just borrowed all the cash in your wallet.
Me (distractedly): OK.
Hubs: Karen, we just won the lottery.
Me (distractedly): OK.

College Boy to Hubs: She's addicted. We need to have an intervention.
Hubs to College Boy: Better wait til after the game.

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I had bought some Rib Eyes I was making for dinner. Late in the afternoon PurDude went out, but said he'd be back for dinner. I asked if I should make dinner later, but he assured me he had no problem being home on time.

I was grilling the steaks out on the deck, they were almost ready and I hadn't seen PurDude. I was not happy. I grabbed my phone and texted him.

PurDude: OK. 
Me: I'm pretty angry. 
PurDude: Why?
Me: These steaks were expensive. 
PurDude: You're angry because the steaks were expensive?
Me: I'm angry because they're ready and you're not here. WHERE ARE YOU?
PurDude: Upstairs.

I guess he had come in while I was out on the deck.

Me: Ummm, OK, nevermind.

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College Boy: You know what I need?
Me: What?
College Boy: A lobster.

And as much as it made me laugh, coming out of nowhere as it did, I have to admit that I could use a hot steamed lobster or two myself.

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

Menopausal Mother 
Never Ever Give Up Hope 
Spatulas on Parade

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Soda Pop Poke Cake

1 box white cake mix
1 1/2 cups flavored soda (grape, orange or berry)

1 (3.4 oz) box vanilla pudding mix
1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk
1/2 cup flavored soda, same flavor as in the cake
OPT: food coloring if you want to enhance the color

1 cup heavy cream
3 TBSP powdered sugar

*Grease and flour a 9 X 13 pan. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
*Beat the cake mix and 1 1/2 cups of soda for 2 minutes. Pour into prepared pan.
*Bake for about 30 minutes or until the center of the top springs back to the touch.
*While cake is baking, whisk together the pudding mix, evaporated milk and remaining soda. Add food coloring if desired. Refrigerate.
*Cool cake completely. Using the round bottom of a wooden spoon, make about 40 holes into but not through the bottom of the cake. Place about a cup of the pudding into a plastic bag, snip the corner and pope the pudding into the holes. Refrigerate the cake.
*Beat the heavy cream and powdered sugar until stiff peaks hold. Beat in the remaining pudding, then frost the cake.
*Store, covered, in the refrigerator. Bring to room temperature to serve.


  1. Those boys sure love to give you what for. Raising a houseful of boys, I'm so thankful. Mine loved me, we had lots of fun, but rarely did they torture me. Except with sour candy. They loved to prank me with that mess. Otherwise...oh wait and scarring me. They loved to do that too. Oh well, carry on.

  2. That cake sounds interesting! Did the boys like it? Love the Payback story----you must have been exhausted. Have you tried doing it early in the morning if he is the type to sleep in? Bang a pot outside his bedroom door at 6:30am......

    1. LOL, not that you're talking from experience or anything, right?

  3. That cake is destined to become a family favourite. Not only does it look delicious, but it’s purple. All the right things...
    I did the same thing to my daughter, texted to demand where she was because it was ‘obscene o’clock’ in the morning. She answered from her room. Oops.
    Have I mentioned I love your family?

    1. Lots of people love my family, turns out we make every other family look good. Who knew?

  4. Now I’m trying to tweak the recipe. Diet soda? Sugar free pudding? Gotta make this work somehow. Still laughing about the frozen peas and envying you for having been to Fenway Park. Alana

    1. Yes, grew up going to Fenway and my boys have been there many times too!

  5. Thanks for the laughs today. I agree with the other commenters that waking teenagers up VERY early in the morning is an effective payback.

    1. Definitely taking your advice and trying that next time. It's bound to work out better than trying to stay up at night later than he does.

  6. The cake sounds so good, Karen! I have never used flavored soda! I love its purple color.

    1. I do like how the color came out and the flavor reminds me of my childhood.

  7. Somehow I can't imagine eating anything purple except cabbage. So nice to hear the bantering back and forth with your boys - but it sure makes me miss mine. The whole frozen pea thing -- some mysteries are better left unsolved

    1. I know my bantering days are numbered so I'm trying to enjoy them as much as I can for as long as I can.


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