Welcome to our monthly Fly on the Wall, a blog post written in snippets. Marcia, Diane, and I invite you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes, at our writing desks, and in our worlds. Come on in, buzz around, see what we've been up to. Bet you laugh!
It was about 8:30 pm. Hubs and I were heading home. Coming down the street, we see College Boy a few houses up from ours, looking around, then walking down the street past our house, looking around.
We drive up to where he is:
Me: What are you looking for?
College Boy: Dinner.
College Boy: Dinner.
Me: Well, most people would look in the oven . . . or the fridge . . . but, carry on.
We were in the house when he came in a few minutes later.
When he first got here and we weren't home, he decided to have a burger delivered to the house for dinner, he'd eat while waiting for us to come home.
He got a text that his dinner had been delivered, along with a picture of the bag sitting by the door. Unfortunately, it wasn't our door. Before contacting the deliverer, he walked up and down the street trying to see if it was nearby. It wasn't. The driver had to come back, retrieve it from wherever it had ended up, and bring the burger to the house.
He got a full refund and a free (but cold) dinner.
I get so frustrated when spammers try to leach off of my Baking In A Tornado FB page by leaving links as comments in my posts.
And it's often 5 or 6 times, one after another. Each link is the same, but the verbiage is different. I have to go in, delete the link, and block the FB page that left it.
Me: Ugh, this is so frustrating.
College Boy: What?
Me: These spam links left on my page, like this one.
College Boy: What does it say?
Me: Well, this one is a link to the miracle doctor this woman claims cured her herpes.
College Boy: Maybe you shouldn't delete it.
Me: Why?
College Boy: You know, just in case . . .
Sometimes it can be a bit misleading to walk in on a conversation without knowing the context. I walked into the den where Hubs and PurDude were.
Hubs: Call your balls! You need to call your balls.
Me: Really? I know you guys somehow think it's cute to name for your "sticks," but I've never heard of calling your "stones." What do you call yours?
PurDude: Stop! TMI. Jeez you guys, TMI!
Turns out Hubs and PurDude were watching baseball. Someone hit a pop up and, in their attempt to catch the ball, because neither called the ball, the two fielders collided.
Meanwhile, looks like I may need to pay for counseling for my son . . .
I walk into the kitchen and Hubs is adding something to the checkbook. Yes, we still keep a checkbook, between him using his debit card, me using mine, the few checks we need to send out, pre-scheduled payments, and direct deposits, we need to know where we stand.
Hubs had come in from work, was putting what he's spent in the checkbook when he looked up:
Hubs: I caught you.
Hubs: I caught you.
Me: What did I do now?
Hubs: What did you spend $5000 on that's not in the checkbook.
Me: Huh?
Hubs shows me my last addition to the check book. We'd had $7999.35. I'd notated a refund credit for $1.80, and posted a balance of $2583.79.
And honestly, I have no idea how I came up with that.
It was Independence Day, and I always make up fun cocktails to sip while sitting out front watching the neighborhood fireworks.
But, of course, I had to make up a quick batch a few days before just to . . . you know . . . make sure they would come out the way I wanted.
I might mention here that I love Chambord. And, of course, cool refreshing ice cream. Perfect to pair the two for a hot summer night.
The day I'd made my trial batch, I took a taste, and yum! So I kept drinking.
And Hubs came in and caught me with a glass in each hand.
Hubs: You drinking both of those yourself?
Me: I asked you if you wanted one, but you didn't answer.
Hubs: I didn't hear you.
Me: Probably because I was whispering.
Chambord Ice Cream Cocktail
I hate the intrusion into my life that the internet provides, tracking everything I do online to take advantage of me (all of us). Sometimes they're at least on track with my likes and/or needs.
But lately, not so much.
First, I noticed that FB was constantly (like 10 times a day) bombarding my feed with posts from a bariatric surgery recipe group. And I thought it was a fluke. I blocked the posts from my feed (for no other reason than it just doesn't pertain to me), and went on with my life.
Next thing you know, I'm getting tons of posts in my FB feed from a Weight Watchers group.
And today I went to my inbox to find an email from Sono Bello informing me that it's not too late to get my body back.
I don't know what all this is coming from, but I'm starting to feel judged.
Some lessons you just end up learning the hard way. This was one I already should have learned long ago, to pay attention to what you're doing when baking.
I had some of my ingredients on the counter, including the vinegar. I was thirsty, so I grabbed my water bottle out of the fridge and stuck it on the counter before I went to get the flour and baking powder.
Thinking about the recipe and not paying attention to what was going on, you know what I did, right? Let me just say that a mouthful of vinegar is no bueno.
On the plus side, you can bet I'll never do that again.
I'd had a few biopsies on my face and came home with bandaids over my nose. Needless to say, it didn't look pretty. College Boy came in the house, looked at me, and stopped short.
College Boy: What happened to you?
Me: You should see the other guy.
College Boy: I know you didn't get in a fight.
Me: Yeah, the other guy was a doctor, and he got away without a scrape.
I was in the den when College Boy came in and headed upstairs.
College Boy: OK if I grab a few supplies from your bathroom?
Me: What do you need?
Me: What do you need?
College Boy: Just some toothpaste, soap, and Q tips.
Me: OK, that's fine.
College Boy comes downstairs and looks . . . perturbed.
College Boy: Do you really think it's a good idea to leave that jar of vaseline right there on your bedside table?
Me: You try getting old.
College Boy: TMI, mom, TMI!
Actually, the doctor wanted me put vaseline on the biopsy wounds. Hubs found it for me and just stuck it on my bedside table.
But I see no reason to tell College Boy that . . .
The beginning of the month of July is loud around here. And sometimes it's hard to distinguish what is what.
Monday, July 1st:
Hubs: Is that thunder?
Me: No, it's fireworks.
Me: No, it's fireworks.
Tuesday July 2nd:
Hubs: Is that fireworks?
Me: No, it's thunder.
Hubs: Is that fireworks?
Me: No, it's thunder.
Wednesday July 3rd:
Hubs: Is that thunder or fireworks?
Me: Neither. That's my stomach grumbling.
Hubs: Is that thunder or fireworks?
Me: Neither. That's my stomach grumbling.
Now click on the links below and see what my friends have to share:
Chambord Ice Cream Cocktail
©www.BakingInATornado.com
Ingredients (makes 2):
1 pint Birthday cake ice cream
1/2 cup Chambord
6 oz fresh raspberries
1 TBSP multicolored nonpareils
OPT: whipped cream and/or decorative sprinkles for garnish
Directions:
*Place the ice cream into a large bowl. Add the Chambord and whisk until smooth.
*Clean, pat dry, and chop the raspberries. Add them, along with multicolored nonpareils to the bowl and mix.
*NOTE: You can pour into glasses, garnish and serve, or for a slushier cocktail, freeze for 2 hours, then spoon into glasses, garnish and serve.
Haha these are hilarious! My kids would also be totally weirded out if they saw vaseline on the nightstand. And as for using the checkbook, I give you a fist bump in solidarity.
ReplyDeleteYay for solidarity.
DeleteI enjoyed this peek into your crazy-fun family life--so evocative!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed visiting with us.
DeleteBwahahahaha! Totally fun, Karen, as always!
ReplyDeleteI'm actually surprised the hamburger was still there. If it had been at my place...
Remind me not to ask for your help in my accounting.
Some of the feeds I get just leave me wondering...why? I've been getting notices from 'Impact Nutrition' featuring female bodybuilders in high heels. What???
Okay, I've heard of a spoonful of sugar, but a mouthful of vinegar? Somehow I don't think they'll be putting that into a song anytime soon!
Yeah--anything to do with Senior intimacy around here has all my kids screaming and running for the exits. They prefer to think they were all found down in the cabbage patch...
So fun, Karen! Thank you!
So happy to still be reading and writing with you after all these years.
DeleteYour kid is funny. I can't wait for my grandson who is 11 right now to be a teenager and say things like that to my daughter. LOL I'm just waiting.
ReplyDeleteI hate getting food delivered. Doordash messed up both of the meals I ordered and refused to refund me the second one. I think their drivers steal the food sometimes. I deleted the app off my phone. Never again. I'd rather just cook something at this rate.
My son gets more free food from refunds when those delivery services either drop off the wrong food, or bring his food to the wrong house. It's often like a game, lets see what food they bring that he didn't order today.
DeleteGood ones. Alll of them. I do love shocking my sons and hearing MOTHER! Donna.
ReplyDeleteLOL, yes, every now and then it's fun to be the instigator of a "gotcha."
DeleteIt's good to see I'm not the only one who manages to make bonehead checkbook mistakes.
ReplyDeleteNo, these days I'm right there with you.
DeleteHeeheehee! You come up with the best stuff for this monthly post. An ice cream cocktail is certainly something you would be tempted not to share.
ReplyDeleteNot sorry I did it, just sorry I got caught.
DeleteI cannot remember the last time I had food delivered, oh hang on it was never..........
ReplyDeleteSpammers are a right pain in the bum
I have never had a cheque book
Comments like it's not to late to get your body back confuse me, my body hasn't gone anywhere it's still here, mayb looking a little worse for wear but it's here
Good point, my body hasn't gone anywhere either.
DeleteWhat a great post, thank you. And I'm very curious about mixing Chambord with ice cream!
ReplyDeleteI could mix Chambord with pretty much anything.
DeleteA mouthful of vinegar, whew. No thanks. lol
ReplyDeleteI grill year round too. I like doing it more in the Winter than Summer anyway.
I love a good burger or steak, and they're best on the grill so no matter the weather, if that's what's for dinner, we're griling.
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