Friday, September 21, 2018

A Bird, A Plane: 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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We were getting take-out from this new restaurant that opened up just around the corner from our house. I was getting everyone's order so I could call it in.

Me: Do you want french fries or tater tots with your sandwich?
Hubs: Tater tots?
Me (reading their on-line menu): Yes, it says the sandwiches come with your choice.
Hubs: French fries, they're healthier.
Me (rolling my eyes): Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
Hubs (confidently): I think I will.


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I was in the den with PurDude. College Boy and Hubs were in the kitchen eating a sandwich. From the laundry room the clothes dryer made its loud long beeping sound signaling that it was finished.

No one moved.

Me (sarcastically): That's OK, I'll get it.
Hubs (looking up): Huh?

So basically like high pitched sounds only dogs can hear, apparently the dryer makes a sound only I can hear. Or so they want me to believe.

Later on we were all downstairs in the basement when the doorbell rang. I didn't move.

Hubs: I guess I'll get that. 
Me: Huh?

See . . . two can play this game.


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I live with one man and have raised two and I still will never understand how they think.

I have some expensive rugs in my house, one of a kind hand-made, beautiful (I think so) rugs. 

When you come in my house from the garage, straight ahead is a mud room with lockers in it. This is where we've always left our shoes. The kids friends always walked in the front door, took off their shoes and walked over and threw them into the mud room.

The other day Hubs comes in from the garage, takes off his shoes (good), walks past the mud room (huh?), sits down in a chair in the den and places his shoes next to the chair on the Persian rug (oy).


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It's very difficult to have a sarcastic sense of humor and a husband who doesn't understand sarcasm.

We have a pair of very large owls who've been hunting in our back yard. A few times we've actually seen them standing on our back lawn or heard them when perched somewhere on our house.

The other day we were sitting in the den watching TV when out of the corner of my eye I caught movement outside the window right behind where Hubs was sitting. It startled me.

Me: Oh!
Hubs: What?
Me: Something huge just flew by right outside the window behind you.
Hubs: Something huge?
Me (sarcastically): It was either an airplane or an owl.
Hubs (seriously): It couldn't have been an airplane.

Duh.


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I wrote a few weeks ago about PurDude moving to his own apartment. I tried everything I could think of to get him to stay but, you know, the job and everything.

One night after dinner we were all having a slice of my Strawberry and Caramel Swirl Chocolate Chip Cheesecake.

PurDude: This is really good.
Me: See, you shouldn't move out, who will make you cheesecake?
Hubs: The area he lives in has all kinds of shops and restaurants, I bet he could buy one.
Me (shooting daggers at Hubs with my eyes): Thanks.
Hubs (looking at PurDude): But it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as your mom's.

Good save. Or my unique cookies either, I might add.


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Cinnamon Banana Nutella Cookies


Moving day came quicker than we'd expected. Labor Day weekend was a frantic time of shopping, packing, moving, unpacking and setting up. 

Monday night we were sore and tired but happy with the results:

Me: Sorry. No more days off, you go back to work tomorrow.
Hubs: Believe me when I tell you I've never been happier to go back to work.

And I bet he was. Did I mention how exhausted we were? And sore?



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After we'd moved PurDude in, I was taking pictures of all the rooms. I wanted to be sure my mom could see his new apartment, and I ended up posting them here on my blog as well. Hubs saw me taking pictures and decided he'd do the same. I'm not sure why, since he certainly has access to all of mine. And honestly, as bad as I am with technology, he's worse. Although, in his defense, he did finally learn how to text this year.

Hubs is holding up his phone and complaining it's not working. PurDude looks at it immediately and sees that not only does Hubs have the phone set to video, but has the camera facing in. 

So I've got some great pics of the apartment. Hubs? He's got lots of video of his own face.


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I just can't get used to buying and cooking for just 2 again. I always seem to have way too much food. It's partially because cooking for 2 is new (again) and partially because if one or both of the boys come to dinner, I want there to be enough food.

Hubs: Look at all this food, there's just the 2 of us, who's going to eat all of this.
Me: Remember when I was pregnant and eating for two?
Hubs: Yeah?
Me: I didn't complain, I did what I had to do, right?
Hubs: Yeah?
Me: It's your turn. Until I adjust, you're just going to have to eat for 3.
Hubs (grabbing the apple pie I'd made that afternoon and a fork): That's for dessert too, right?




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Not funny, but sweet.

Now that PurDude is in his apartment, I've gone back to hearing from him rarely. Same complaint I had while he was in college. 

I wanted to hear how work was going, how he was enjoying the first week in his new apartment, and I had a few things I wanted to tell him. I waited until Friday, then texted him. It went like this:
   
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Well, sweet or smart. Either one will do.

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He was coming to dinner just 2 days later, on Sunday for Rosh Hashanah. I texted him on Saturday to see what time he wanted me to serve dinner, in case there was a particular time he wanted to be back to his apartment. He didn't care so I chose. 

I know what a master sleeper he is and wanted to be sure he'd come over before dinner to spend some time with us. I figured if I could get him here by 4:30 or 5:00 (since he doesn't even get out of bed on the weekends until 2:00) that would be great, but a mama's always gonna try for as much time with her boy as she can:

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Yeah, that's what I thought.


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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Cinnamon Banana Nutella Cookies
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Ingredients (makes about 3 1/2 dz):
1 stick butter, softened
2 over ripe bananas, mashed
1/4 cup Nutella
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup sugar
1 egg, room temperature
2 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/3 cup cinnamon baking chips

Directions:
*Cream together the butter, bananas, Nutella, brown sugar and sugar. Beat in the egg.
*Mix together the flour, baking soda and salt. Carefully beat into the butter mixture, then mix in the cinnamon chips by hand.
*Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for one hour or up to a day.
*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Roll cookie dough into about 3/4 inch balls. Place on baking sheets and press down gently with the heel of your hand. 
*Bake for 10 - 12 minutes until they just start to brown. Allow to set for 2 minutes on the baking sheets, then remove to cool completely.



10 comments:

  1. No one in my house ever hears the dryer buzzer, either. They also don't notice the overloaded garbage can or the empty roll of toilet paper in the bathroom.....

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  2. I laughed at the Scooby plate, so cute but those cookies sound like a great afternoon treat. IF I could eat them.
    Boys! No matter their age, men are very different in their thinking.
    FYI It could have been an airplane, if it were a drone. wink wink

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    1. I have had that Scooby plate for about 20 years, can't seem to let it go.

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  3. My family doesn't KNOW there is a drier.
    Sooo, why couldn't it be an airplane? (How big did you say your yard was?! ;)
    It's so fun to think of your boy starting out on his own. I so understand your 'sore and tired'!
    My kids learned that, "Love you Ma!" trick, too. I decided I'd take what I could get!

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    1. Yes, I learned to take what I could get when he went off to college!

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  4. Another recipe I'll just have to sigh over. My son doesn't even respond to texts such as "I hear all the roads where you live are closed due to flooding; are you OK?" Nope. Was told by co workers not to expect anything. They are right. I told my husband he had a stain on his shorts and 3 days later he was still wearing it. So no, we don't have expensive rugs. And I don't understand them, either. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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    1. You don't understand them, you enjoy their beauty.

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  5. You're right, boys stink! Thanks for the lovely post and recipe like always:)

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