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June Fly

 

“Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.”

~Hal Borland

fly on the wall

It is time once again!

June Fly , a Fly on the Wall post! Today, eighteen 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.

Welcome.

 

K was prepping for her vocal final for school and requested that I help her choose a song from a Broadway musical.

So I did what anyone else would, I Googled it and handed her my phone, while I wrapped up on the computer.

I figured with a list in front of us we would be able to narrow the choice down to a couple of songs that would be best suited to her.

“Uh Mom! What is this?” She says, exasperated with me.

Turns out that I looked up “Broadway Dongs”.

A frolic through the phallic was not exactly the intended target of our search.

Needless to say, we did not find what we were looking for but she did eventually settle on a song.

She aced her final in spite of my “help”.

ice cream lock

This month has been relatively tame.

We’ve got a bunch of teenagers so if they aren’t eating, sleeping, at work or staring at a device of some sort, they are out doing summer time stuff with friends. There is a lot of sleeping, a lot of eye rolling and a ton of pantry raiding.

Make a batch of muffins before going to bed and you wont find a crumb left the next morning.

Before I go to sleep, I leave offerings of baked goods and fruit upon the counter top so that the snacks my appease the midnight raiders.

Sometimes it works and sometimes they just maul a few boxes of cereal too.

Someone even copped to tasting my vanilla, maple, lemon and almond extracts because they smelled good.

Hold on to your coats and handbags the next time you visit, or they may get nibbled too. 😉

roads

Can you believe it?!

The kids are more than half way grown.

Min will be a Senior and K is a Sophomore in high school.

Kenz is going into 8th and Luc will be in 7th grade in the Fall.

Suddenly 18 years doesn’t seem long enough.

Quick! Let’s fire up the time machine before my eyes start getting leaky!

scorpion

I just had a few years shaved from my life by a plastic scorpion in the hall.
I went from sleepily wandering to the kitchen, to flipping out and desperately clinging to the hall tree record time!
In my haste, I armed myself with the first things I could grab- a wad of scarves and a hairbrush.

Apparently, I planned to give it a makeover after it attacked me.
So, I did the right thing and set that sucker up in a better place in which to freak out the next sleepy family member.

Nothing says I love you like a potentially venomous arachnid scare. 😉

oh no

For some reason buying tires makes me feel really old.

Like start picking out the retirement home in Boca kind of old.

Something about dropping a ton of cash on rubber and being happy about it that seems so freaking wrong.

WooHoo! Buying tires is a high point of the month.

Let’s hear it for middle age!

But, I did get a snazzy new air freshener to go with the fabulous new wheels.

So there’s that.

bob 1Of all weirdness…
Apparently I dream in reggae music.
My entire dream had a very Marley soundtrack.
Just when I think I’ve found the bottom of my odd, there is a whole new and rather jammin’ set of hidden strange just waiting to pop up.

Or maybe Bob is trying to send me a message from our closet. He has been carefully stuffed in there since he made his last visit on Fly on the Wall over 6 months ago.

Might be time to get ‘ol Bob back up on the wall.

wafflesConfession:
I’ve lived in this house for 6 years and I just “found” and used a waffle maker that I wasn’t even aware that we owned. How did I miss a double sided commercial appliance tucked away in this little kitchen?

Your guess is as good as mine.
Turns out we have four waffle makers and two are double sided. They have more do-dads than I know what to do with.
You would think that we are some serious waffle people.
Nope.
Turns out we are just prepared to feed the entire neighborhood waffles at a moments notice.

hugs

Just before dinner seems to be the time everyone around here gets snarly and annoys each other.

I’ve got a zillion things going on while trying to get dinner prepared and the kids always choose to bring the argument or grievance to the kitchen while I’m cooking.

It drives me nuts!

I am trapped and refereeing while serving a meal.

I had food cooking on all four burners on the stove, stuff needing to come out of the oven, was trying to lecture Luc about something probably ridiculous and was attempting to multitask when it happened…

Kenzie burped.

This was not a dainty girlie burp but one that could have easily shook the windows.

I jumped right out of my skin and flung chicken taco meat clear across the kitchen.

Serious levitation occurred and several grey hairs sprouted.

…and then I cried about it.

It sounded like a better choice than anything else at the moment.

Until I realized I was sniveling over taco seasoned chicken sliding down the wall and I got a grip.

 I am totally the human version of a chihuahua, it was decided.

cup

_-Beleaguered by Baked Goods-

“Wait… so if you put frosting on a muffin does it become a cupcake? What if you didn’t frost your cupcake, is it just called a muffin? What’s the difference? The application of frosting? I’m so confused. The line between breakfast food and dessert is so thin now days. I just don’t get it. How are we supposed to know what is in the wrapper if we don’t know what to call it?!”

~Kenzie

forboden

This month has been brought to us by the word: Forboden

The Handsome Prince questioned my vocabulary and we had to take it to the dictionary.

I can’t even remember what the Prince was talking about exactly but my response contained the word forboden in it. He tried to tell me that forboden was not a word, until I was proven correct. At which time he launched into quite the speech and used the word so many times I was laughing so hard my face hurt.

You guys, EVERYTHING since has been forboden.

It has slipped into our almost daily conversation… even if it doesn’t belong.

Can you pass me the peas?

Nope. It is forboden.

*sigh*

de

“Here, smell my butt. It’s mint! You can totally floss your teeth with my pants!”

I overhear K telling her sister this in the hallway.

I couldn’t help it. I had to peek around the door.

I don’t know what I expected to find but seeing K leaned over and Kenz smelling the patch that K had just sewn on the rear of her shorts struck me as rather hysterical.

When K caught me giggling, it didn’t even phase her. She rushed over to me demanding that I sniff her patch, totally obliviously as to why I would hesitate to do so.

“Smell it! My butt is minty fresh!”

She used mint flavored dental floss to sew her patch on.

I’m going take a pass on the whole sniffing your patch moment, thanks.

geico

You know those Geico insurance commercials about saving 15% or more by switching to them?
They weren’t kidding!
Same old high coverage for all our crap, just $80 cheaper each month.
Hurray!

expose

Expose yourself to art.

It was one of the best laughs we had while thrifting recently.

awkward

I leaned into the closet while looking for something and next thing I knew I was being swallowed up by the darn thing.
I inadvertently grabbed the handle of a folded step stool as I was poking around and just as I was leaning in, it flew open, taking out my shin and launched me into the depths of the closet, head over heels.
I decided, as I lay there looking up at the belt rack, that attacking myself with a metal step stool and careening through our shoe collection in the first ten minutes of the day, takes talent that I must have in abundance.
I swear, some days I wonder how I survived my pervasive awkward for this many years.
For my next trick, I shall slather myself in Ease cream and try to stay away from sharp objects.

cinnamon rolls

How do we convince a guy to come do an appliance service before 7 am?
Homemade, fresh, hot, maple glazed cinnamon rolls, of course!
Then I packed up four extra trays for the Prince to take to the guys at work, a couple for the kiddos and still have a two pans in the fridge to bake later.
The house smells like its made of cinnamon.
That’s my favorite part of the whole sticky buns process.

hey 5

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  1. karen

    I never make waffles, hubby does that for us…I hate the thing. OMG that flipping socrpion, I would have shit my pants.

  2. Michele@followmehome

    Oh Meg,
    Congrats on the new tires (LOL!) We just were told we needed to replace ours and I swear I filled up a notebook of things I’d rather spend money on.
    Those maple buns look amazing. I bet they smelled as good as that minty fresh floss. Sewing patches on with flavored dental string is nothing short of brilliant!
    Happy Friday to your whole wonderful family!
    Michele@followmehome recently posted…Fly on the Wall: June 2015My Profile

  3. Nicole

    In all my years of baking, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anyone trying the extracts, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Wonder if they liked them? 🙂

  4. Karen @Baking In A Tornado

    Now that I’ve seen the “before” picture, I need to see the fake scorpion AFTER his makeover!
    And I never thought I’d say these words, but Bob Marley needs to come out of the closet!
    Karen @Baking In A Tornado recently posted…Fly on the Wall: On the RoadMy Profile

  5. Carol Graham

    Loved the way you related buying tires to getting old – laughed out loud. I remember that day! What a fun beginning of summer for your family
    Carol Graham recently posted…Do You Think All Dogs Go To Heaven?My Profile

  6. Minette

    Ah yes, the tire buying. It does make you feel very old. Wait, I am old, never mind

  7. Cathy O.

    Forboden reminds me of the German word for forbidden – verboten. Mint floss for sewing on a patch – too funny!!
    Cathy O. recently posted…Fly on the Wall: Dreaming of Kiddie CocktailsMy Profile

  8. Robin

    You know, when we lived in the trailer, we were replacing tires on a yearly basis. We were in our twenties. Just saying.

    I wouldn’t have smelled the patch either, but incredibly crafty of her to use floss instead of thread!

    That’s a whole lotta rolls! And you didn’t share with me. 😉
    Robin recently posted…Flying Bigfoot Sighting!My Profile

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