It is time once again!
Welcome back for August Fly , a Fly on the Wall post! Today, thirteen 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 explainable, awkward moments that make up our days in the strangely bizarre tight knit group of uniquely puzzling people we’ve created.
Come on in!
The kids are all back in school- 12th, 10th, 8th & 7th grades this year.
I am pretty much in denial that our kids are this old.
Oh… we can’t even talk about that.
So many awesome changes led to a total dysfunction in my kitchen and a slight meltdown over lunch preparations.
You guys might remember that I have always wanted chickens.
The Handsome Prince was totally on board with this idea… because he knew we weren’t zoned correctly to have them. Stinker!
Well, guess what?!
We can join 4-H through our homeschool, which then makes us legal to have up to three chickens.
Upon hearing this, that darn Prince of ours totally shut down the chicken plot I hatched.
Et tu, Brute? Obviously someone doesn’t buy the eggs for the family.
I tried to sell him on so many angles of this.
He didn’t even buy my idea of raising “Emotional Support Fowl” either. You know, like service dogs but chickens… although I think the laugh he got from that was totally worth my pitch anyway.
I’m re-grouping and decided to come at this in a totally different way.
We’re going to actively learn the whole chicken keeping process on campus this year. That will then determine if I am grateful to visit but not own fowl or if we’re taking that previous no as just a jumping off point to open negotiations at a later date.
After many years of envying all of you runners and wanting that exhaustively awesome thrill for myself, I finally set a goal this month.
I gave myself 30 days to go from not being able to run around the block without sniveling, to being able to run one mile without stopping.
I may have previously stated that the only way I could run a mile was if zombies or large carnivorous animals were after me but I was wrong.
This gal will no longer get eaten by zombies first!
I finally ran the whole 1.2 mile trail without stopping, without whining and without the motivation of lots of sharp teeth behind me!
I nearly keeled over but I hit my goal!
I don’t know that I’m ever going to be good at this sport but I figure if I keep it up, at the very least, it shall improve my chances of not becoming a combative snack.
A couple of years ago, we may have been responsible for giving air horns to a neighbor’s kids for Halloween. 😈
That was an awesome prank that has not been outdone yet. We could hear them for days and we all still joke about it.
(Mostly done in good fun, I assure you. They started this with kazoos years ago. It’s not our fault we’re better at shenanigans than they are. 😉 )
These neighbors will totally be on the look out for air horns but a Bigfoot Call may slide under the radar.
These suckers are annoying!!
I. can’t. wait!
“What are you doing with that broccoli? I thought you said you were making brownies,” Luc questions me.
Then he took a long pause as it all sunk in, before he freaked out.
“Wait a second! You aren’t doing that hiding vegetables in our food thing again? Don’t you remember last time?! I’m going to call Dad and tell him, if you don’t put that vegetable down! I’ll do it! He wont let this happen again! Get away from the broccoli!”
The kid was in a total panic and started searching for his cell phone.
It was rather amusing.
I was just prepping for dinner so I could toss it all together at the last minute but his total recall of the horror my family experienced when I tried out a few of those Deceptively Delicious recipes, was absolutely awesome.
Who knew a little spinach tainted baked good would still haunt me this many years later?
Well… when the kids end up in therapy years from now, to deal with trust issues with dessert, we will be able to pinpoint the exact moment things went awry.
It was all spawned from the dreaded spinach brownies!
Just after dinner, the Handsome Prince got a text message and was grinning ear to ear.
“My friends are going out to play. Can I go too? I’ll be home just after dark,” he says to me in his most adorable voice.
No matter how old these guys get, they turn into giddy teenagers at the rumble of a sweet engine.
The Prince grabbed his flashlight and car scanner, just in time for his buddy to arrive in his manly car. They were going to drive the canyons to hatch the next plan to upgrade another spiffy something on this snazzy ride.
Boys and their toys.
Some have extravagant dreams, K dreams in OJ, apparently.
Tomorrow I’m celebrating a year of sobriety.
Feel like you missed a huge big ol’ part of this story?
Don’t worry, you totally did. I don’t talk about how much alcohol played a huge role in my life and at several points, controlled many aspects of it. I knew that I needed to make changes and then I quietly did.
I didn’t announce it because this was a solo mission and needed no one else’s baggage while I tried to shed mine. It hasn’t always been super easy but I have learned a tremendous amount about myself. My personal growth game has been taken to a whole new level.
Best part is… I know there isn’t a darn thing that I can’t do anymore, because I keep doing things that I never thought possible.
If you feel like you have some huge problem, address it and fight like hell to get to a better place.
I tried and failed before but this time is totally different.
This time I did the work, got brutally honest, started healing and let a lot of baggage go.
Best thing I have ever done.
Huge cucumber water cheers to us all!
Life is tough but we’re tougher together.
Cake for everyone!
“I know we have a no goat policy but does that extend to those visiting or just those planning to stay?” I asked the Prince.
He just gave me a squinty eye’d, deep forehead wrinkled, death stare. I had his full attention.
After several tense moments, he asked why a goat would be visiting.
“Goat rental because if we don’t mow the lawn soon, neighborhood kids and pets are going to go missing in the jungle. We will be sued for wrongful death and I refuse to wear orange for the rest of my life because the lawn is heinous and ate someone!”
I was denied a goat visitation pass, even though the situation posed a threat to our very lives.
The following week, was our anniversary.
To celebrate this fabulous day of awesomeness we bought a lawn mower.
We have apparently reached the year of lawn care gifts in our relationship.
Last year, was the year of new truck tires.
It may not sound all that romantic but there will be plenty of years for frivolous anniversary adventures to come.
Plus, watching the Handsome Prince mow the lawn is rather delicious anyway. 💗
We rented horrible movies from Redbox and I cooked dinner for the family.
It’s pretty much our favorite way to spend an evening. Plus, there was cake and popcorn so it basically it was awesome.🎂
I am so very grateful to be married to my best friend.
It’s not always easy but it is more amazing than I could have ever imagined.
So… the running seems to be going well.
I was lapped the other day, nearly twice, by a lady running with a double stroller and a wiener dog.
My pride needs another Plexus pink drink this morning.
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