It is time once again!
Heeeeere’s April Fly, a Fly on the Wall post! Today, fifteen bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you would see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.
Don’t mind the mess… we live here.
This is the awesome, dramatic, super colorful, sometimes unexplainable, awkward moments that make up our days in the strangely bizarre tight knit group of uniquely puzzling people we’ve created.
This sums up our Spring Break rather well.
The kitchen is still recovering.
I am actually considering putting a lock on our extra fridge in the garage and hiding all the stuff I keep for lunches in there.
Every morning I awake to “not me” having raided the fridge and eaten through it like locusts. It’s like a whole family breaks in each night and consumes the content of the fridge. I kid you not… its bizarre the combination of foods that go missing in the night.
It’s not for a lack of snacks in the pantry either. I’m not against a midnight snack but this is just madness to keep up with!
It is driving me absolutely bananas!
I should buy stock in cereal at the rate it disappears.
Perhaps I should just get a job at the market so at least I’m getting paid for all the hours I seem to spend there already.
Every month I inform my nutty bunch that it is Fly Time.
This provides them with the opportunity to request that something not make publication, as well as the time in which to submit their stupid for us all to get a good laugh at that month.
For the first time is a very long time, I didn’t keep notes.
Not a one.
The family didn’t cough up any suggestions either.
They actually snickered at my potential catastrophe. Heathens!
You know you have a big family when someone is totally hanging out and twisting on that limb out there… everyone grabs popcorn and gets nice and comfy for the show.
We’ll see who laughs last, my loved ones. 😉
For years I have joked that I needed to get the seasons of The Golden Girls on DVD.
I actually found the first two seasons for .50 each and perhaps, I then got WAY more excited than anyone rightfully should about a sitcom from the ’80’s.
There was squealing and possibly some hopping and flailing too.
Not only was this a fabulous deal but this was the Golden Girls so why not celebrate with some extra awkward thrown in there.
The Handsome Prince and I actually plopped down and had a Golden marathon. Its a good thing you all know what nerdy house cats we are all ready, so our confession wont shock you…
It was the best Friday and Saturday night, in pajamas and in bed by 5:30pm watching the first two seasons!
I could not have spent $1.00 any better. Who knew we are such a cheap date?!
I scratched my forehead and smeared some random substance thoroughly.
“Ewww! Where the hell did I get ketchup’d?”
I managed to get ketchup across my jeans, shirt and adorning my face.
Usually I would just chalk this up to my rampant awkward… but I can’t remember the last time I even reached for the ketchup bottle. 0.o
K and her boyfriend performed at the open mic night at our local bookstore.
He is quite the guitarist and K loves to sing so together they did a fantastic job!
Min got herself a job.
She works with a bunch of friends and loves it.
We’re super proud of her but its just shades of our chick trying to flee the nest.
Then I catch her wearing her turtle backpack and somehow all is right in the world again.
It might have something to do with the fact that my brain plays the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song every single time I see it but its also dang cute on her.
McKenzie turned 13!
She is finally a teenager.
We headed to the beach to surf for her birthday but the waves were crummy for surfing but still great for playing in.
It felt a little like summer and was exactly the day that she wanted to have.
It was 80 degrees outside and Mini is freezing.
We brought a Dollar Store rainbow unicorn kite to the beach with us.
We always say we want to be fly a kite kind of people but never actually do it so I was going to change that with my happy cheap-o prize.
The wind was right, but the kite was a bit off.
Somehow, I became the person to run around picking the rainbow unicorn up and helping it lift off again for the person holding the string to get another 30 seconds of flight time out of our glittery majestic purchase on a string. I’m running around dodging this thing and getting snarled up in the string.
That’s when I noticed that my family was no longer interested in the actual flying of this thing as much as the comedy of errors taking place in my perpetually awkward state as I bumbled in the sand repeatedly.
Nothing says I love you quite like dive bombing mom with a kite, eh?
We officially have THREE teenagers!
Feel free to keep our sanity in your nightly chats with the big guy in the sky. 😉
Who accidentally rocked the #Biore on their nose while fetching a cup of coffee?
Well, I’m doing my part to keep my 7-11 friends on their toes.
Because I did not make enough of an arse of myself yet this month…
I went for round #2 in the ol’ 7-11.
I’m an emotionally unstable murderer.
There was an unfortunate accident when Mr. Squirrel changed his mind and doubled back into my lane and under my tires after I had dropped the girls at their schools.
I went back and moved his squirrleyness off the road and said a few nice things about him while apologizing 700 times for killing him and then not giving him a proper burial.
You know how I love squirrels. I felt horrible!
I stopped for a cup of coffee, thinking that would brighten things up a bit. Then promptly burst into tears in the middle of the mini mart when my favorite cashier asked if I was okay.
Bam! Emotional flood gate opens and incoherent sobbing about squirrels begins.
This display of irrational snivel, got me a free cup of coffee and he threw in a muffin too.
Seriously?! I just got the move along the crazy lady discount.
A new and special achievement in the land of nutty.
I may need a do over on this day.
Or maybe I just need to bake something.
Looks like the local market is having a bit of trouble or trying to attract a new customer base.
I got petted again at the store.
The fact that this happens often drives me nuts and totally freaks me out!
I feel like the equivalent of a llama or a goat at a petting zoo.
Long hair, short hair, no hair… Don’t reach out and pet someone without permission. It’s plain creepy and rude.
What is with people lately?!
A person can only make so many pancakes before they crack and start making pictures for dinner. I figured a little early Earth Day theme worked well for this breakfast display.
Even Kenz got in on the action.
It was weird but everyone loved it!
Well… almost everyone. The Prince and I have an agreement that I feed him foods that have its original color scheme unaltered. He got boring round plain pancakes but he was happy so I call it a win overall.
Do you ever have such an uncomfortable exchange with someone that you think that this crazy creeper is totally hiding a skin suit in his closet?
This random guy was standing on our lawn when I pulled up and started telling me that he was here to “check me out”. He kept insisting that he was here for me and that I called him, while also breaking most basic of all personal space boundaries and the things he was saying were getting weirder by the second. He obviously had the wrong place and wouldn’t be convinced otherwise so he hung about anyway, watching the house. Like I would forget that I called for the creepiest dude to lurk about and nibble my liver with a little chianti later. I felt like I was totally going to be his next skin fabric.
He had “exterminator” stenciled on the side of his truck with spray paint, like that made it official that he could carry around deadly chemicals and meander about our mailbox.
It’s getting weird in the ‘burbs.
Quick! Get outta here before you become material too!
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http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
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