Friday, December 21, 2018

Be Sure to Lick the Door: 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 had made a new recipe, my Blue Razz Holiday Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting. I was getting ready to take a pic for the blog post when I turned around and found that College Boy was standing behind me.

College Boy: What flavor?
Me: Blue Raspberry.
College Boy: You know I love Blue Raspberry hard candies.
Me: Yes, I do.
College Boy: Can I try the cake?
Me: Yup, just finishing the pic.

College Boy loves to torture me so he takes a bite, looks like he's thinking, takes another bite . . .

Me: Well?
College Boy: That's one of the top 10 Blue Raspberry Cakes I've had.
Me: Wait, I thought this was a unique idea. How many have you had?
College Boy: Including yours? One.

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I've mentioned many times that my boys don't cook, which makes me less than happy as they don't eat as healthy as I'd like. The other thing that's disappointing is that they always ask what's for dinner before committing to coming over. Guess it's not my beauty and charm they miss. So this was a recent conversation:

College Boy: Hi Mom, what's for dinner.
Me: I don't know what are you making me?
College Boy: McDonald's.
Me: Very funny.
College Boy: Mom?
Me: Yeah, honey.
College Boy: Would you like fries with that?

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I was talking to PurDude on the phone and I kept thinking his TV was on kinda loud. 

Me: Is that your TV? That's loud.
PurDude: I don't have anything on.
Me: You have to, I can hear a show.
PurDude: I don't have anything on and I don't hear anything.

We continued to talk but his TV that wasn't on was distracting.

Me: You don't hear that? It sounds like a TV show.
PurDude: No, I don't hear it. 

When we hung up I went to put my phone down when I looked and saw that somehow (who knows what I press and when) there was a video playing on my cell. Sorta sounded like a sitcom . . .

Yeah, I'm a technological genius, I know.

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Sometimes, when Hubs gets really tired, he doesn't reason all that well.

Me: There's good news and bad news.
Hubs: What's the good news?
Me: We got College Boy's phone to sync with the car bluetooth.
Hubs: And the bad news?
Me: I think it's your phone we deleted from the system to make room for his. 
Hubs: OK. So when I call you in the car you'll just have to answer on your phone instead of bluetooth.
Me: Ummm . . . think that through again . . .

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College Boy was going out with friends and was planning to come home afterwards. Part way through the night he texted me:

College Boy: I just realized I don't have my key. Can you unlock the door between the garage and the house? I'll come in using the garage door keypad.
Me: OK, I'll unlock that door but when you come in, be sure you put the garage door back down and lick the door to the house.
College Boy: Well, that sounds pretty unhealthy but if licking the door is the price I have to pay to get in, I guess so.
Me: LOCK. Dammit. Lock the door.
College Boy: Do I still need to lick it? Or can I just lock it?
Me: Smart ass.

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Taco Chicken Stuffed Mushrooms
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I was working in the kitchen and I had some walnuts in the oven so I could toast them. I didn't realize I'd forgotten them until I could smell my mistake.

Me (just talking out loud): Oh, crap.
Hubs (just walking into the room): What's wrong?
Me: I burned my nuts.
Hubs: Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk again . . .

Yeah, I'm surrounded by smart asses.

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I totally won Black Friday. I stayed home, Hubs and PurDude went out shopping and the next day I was driving a new car. SCORE!

The next day Hubs was at work and I guess he was talking about the car. He texted me asking me to text him a pic of the car, which I did.

That night at dinner, Hubs confirmed that he got the text but says the pic is now gone.

Me: Gone? What do you mean? It's in your texts.
Hubs: No, it's gone. I made it go away somehow.

I get up and grab his phone.

Hubs: Is that my phone? What are you doing?
Me: Looking for the pic.
Hubs: Don't you believe me?
Me: Of course not.

And it's gone. He had deleted all of our text conversations. 
So from his phone I text myself "hi".
I respond to him: Stop deleting me.

I guess it took him a while to see the text, but later he comes up from downstairs.

Hubs: I got your text to stop deleting you.
Me: Yeah, that was a while ago.
Hubs: If you were going to text me, you could have sent me the pic again.
Me: You'd just delete it again.
Hubs: Well I wasn't going to, but I am now.
Me: You can't. You lost the pic.

Hubs walks away in a huff. And that, my friends, is what over 20 years of marriage looks like.

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It was the first night of Hanukkah and PurDude was coming to dinner. It was snowing so Hubs and I decided that I would move my new car over to the side of the 2-car part of our garage so when PurDude came he could just pull into the garage. I moved my car over but as I was getting out, the snowblower was too close to my door.

Me (calling out my car window to Hubs): Hey, can you move the snow blower so I don't hit it with the car door?
Hubs (moving the snow blower): It's no big deal, you wouldn't hurt the snow blower.
Me (incredulously): Snow blower? Screw the snow blower, I don't want to ding my new car.
Hubs: Oh yeah. Right. What you said.

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I mentioned that PurDude moved into an apartment downtown near work and I furnished it for him. Having seen the house (and I use that term loosely) that he had rented with a few friends at school, I was worried about what he'd be eating and if he'd be cleaning or would just emerge in a year with some kind of plague. 

Anyway, one chair I gave him for the living room, which we love, is a rocker recliner. It's so comfortable and he loves sitting in it watching TV. He came for dinner recently and told me he'd be getting rid of that chair.

PurDude: I have to replace the chair in the living room. I love it but it's peeling.
Me: Peeling?
PurDude: I guess it had been sitting in the sun in the guest room before we moved it to my house and the entire thing is peeling.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that, it's a great chair.
PurDude: I know, so comfortable, but it's making a mess. I have to vacuum every day.
{{big smile on my face}}
PurDude: What are you smiling about?
Me: You vacuum!!
PurDude (shaking his head and rolling his eyes): The things that make you happy . . .

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When the boys were little, before school I would be in the kitchen, they and Hubs would sit at the counter in the morning and have breakfast together before they went to school, Hubs to work and me off to do errands. 

Last week I had gone to the grocery store and came back to find everyone here, a rare thing these days. Once the groceries were in, I ran into the mud room to start a load of laundry before putting the food away. 

I came back to find the box of 6 donuts was now a box of 3 donuts. PurDude, College Boy and Hubs were all sitting in their seats at the counter eating together.

It's been a while since I've smiled ear to ear like that. It's the little things, friends.

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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Taco Chicken Stuffed Mushrooms

8 oz button or baby bella mushrooms (approximately 20 mushrooms)
4 slices sharp cheddar cheese
1 cup shredded cooked chicken
1/4 cup salsa
1/4 jalapeno pepper, seeded and finely chopped
2 TBSP chopped fresh cilantro
1/2 tsp taco seasoning

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a baking sheet.
*Gently wipe the mushrooms to remove any dirt. Carefully remove the stem leaving the mushroom intact. Place on the baking sheet with the hole facing up.
*Cut the slices of cheddar into about 6 pieces each. Gently push the center of each cheese slice into the center of each mushroom hole. It will drape over the side.
*Mix the chicken, salsa, jalapeno and cilantro. Place about a TBSP of this mixture on top of the cheese slices. Sprinkle with the taco seasoning.
*Bake for 20 minutes.


  1. Lick the door? Well I can't say anything. I texted hub the other day to be carful on his way home. Smarty pants wanted to know WHAT he was to fill his car with. Ugh men
    But I can say I've never burned my nuts, you are a talented woman. LOL

    1. Ha, ha, I love the sense of humor between you and your husband.

  2. Wow - what an amazingly creative recipe - I just might try it during the holidays.

  3. Funny stories!

    The car/snowblower one reminded me of last May when TQ and I went to NC to help celebrate my dad's 80th birthday. TQ's sister lives down there and one nice afternoon we went paddling with her and her kids on Lake Lure (launching not far from the Dirty Dancing resort, which has nothing to do with my story but it's fun trivia). As we were loading boats back on the trailer afterwards, I dropped my kayak right on my right big toe and yelped in pain. TQ looked over, smiled, and said "Don't worry, it's plastic, that won't hurt it".

    I must have given him a death glare because about 2 seconds later realization dawned - "Oh - but you aren't!" NOPE.

    1. Yes, same kind of story and very funny. BTW, Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie ever.

    2. OH! That must be why I thought I needed to mention the location - you've talked about that here, haven't you? :D

    3. I may very well have. I'm actually a huge dance fan, but top of the list for me is actually ballet.

  4. The "lick the door" comment is a riot! I always screw up my texts to the kids and it all comes out sooooo wrong. Loved the way you ended this---it truly is the little things that matter. Happy holidays to you and your family!!

    1. Fortunately, wrong can also be quite entertaining. Happy holidays to your family too, Marcia.

  5. I had to laugh.... and it wasn't a text error... about the time when my son in law told my granddaughter, Chloe do NOT lick that broom again!.
    :) gwingal

    1. Yeah, kids drive us crazy but they also keep us laughing.

  6. Licking the door gave me a laugh never had a blue raspberry cake

  7. With a little less cheese (hiss, boo) this could be quite Weight Watch...I mean, WW friendly. So much so I might even lick the door. Nice to know I'm not the only person who mangles her words. Alana

    1. You could easily leave off the cheese altogether, you'd still get all the flavor.

  8. I liked that last part with your boys and husband all sitting together. Cute!!

  9. Always nice to have a glimpse of things around your house.

  10. I just love the 'smart-asses' who live in your house!
    And is it okay to admit that last story brought out the tears? Well, it did!

    1. With a mom like you I had a hard time getting past the fact that your boys don't cook. I assumed they would be awesome chefs. Maybe some day? After all they had a great teacher!

    2. I doubt it, Carol. I tried to get my younger son to take some leftovers home with him but he said reheating them would be too much work. Where did I go wrong?


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