Fly on the Wall – October

Fly on the Wall

It’s time for Fly on the Wall again! Each month you have the opportunity to see what’s really going on in the homes of 13 bloggers when they think no one is looking. As a fly on the wall, you’ll be privy to the dirt (in my case, figurative and literal) that others never see.
I hope you’ll read my post and then click on the links below and visit the other 12 crazies!

This is the time of year that makes me frantic. Everything hits at once! I planted 300 garlic plants, canned two batches of applesauce and ten jars of huckleberry jam, froze tomato sauce, and sorted potatoes. What I haven’t done yet is prune all the raspberry and blueberry plants, cut down the asparagus, dry and grind garlic, turn the other giant basket of apples into sauce, and clean house, Why am I not getting things done? Read on….

Rowdy Facebook page hit 2,000 "likes"!

Rowdy Facebook page hit 2,000 “likes”!

It’s been a crazy-good month for me. You saw me shrieking and dancing when I got chosen as one of the thirteen finalists for Blogger Idol. There was another round of happy dancing when my Facebook page for The Rowdy Baker hit 2,000 “likes”, and some jaw-dropping astonishment when a frumpy looking little dessert (that tasted like HEAVEN, thank you very much) went crazy and gave me a shocking number of hits on my blog and Pinterest.

And now, after two weekly assignments, I’m still alive in Blogger Idol, thanks to votes from family, friends, and readers (they’re the same thing, right?) and probably possibly drunk judges. In just a few hours I’ll find out if my third post and reader votes got me through another week.

For our first assignment, we had to write our own eulogy. That was kind of creepy. I went in a strange direction and wrote a poem. I was worried that I’d made a huge mistake, but the judges were kind – or just befuddled – and I made it through.

For our second assignment, we had to write a newspaper article about a fictional crime we’d committed. They liked it. WHEW! Safe.

For our third assignment we had to write about something we did that we didn’t want to do. I wrote a sad piece (my daughter even called it a “Debbie Downer”) that made me cry the whole time I was writing and editing it. I’m hoping it was enough to move me into Week 4, which will be a double elimination (why does that make me want to giggle?) week. Scary.

Please check my blog every Wednesday at noon when the new assignments are posted to see if I’m still “in it to win it”. If I am, you can help me by voting. It’s so easy – and there will be simple instructions waiting for you.


I don’t want to be indelicate here, since you are, after all, a Musca domestica, but I have this great joke my sister Khym sent me:


I was visiting my daughter last night when I asked if I could borrow a newspaper.

“This is the 21st century,” she said. “We don’t waste money on newspapers. Here, use my iPad.

I can tell you this: that fly never knew what hit him!


See this face? You’ll probably be seeing a lot more of it. This crazy middle grandchild of mine just got through filming a show in LA. Can’t give you any more details, but she’s definitely on her way. You can be sure I’ll keep you posted!

Have your people call my people!

Have your people call my people!


The cats are working it. All spring and summer they will have very little to do with us, occasionally gracing us with their presence long enough to scarf down a bowl of Meow Mix, but then heading right back to the front door. “Don’t pet me.”  “Don’t touch me.”  “Do NOT try to put me on your lap.” You’ve got to figure, warm weather brings excellent hunting conditions and these cats are hunters to the max.

But now the temps have dropped into the 20s at night, and all of a sudden they’re sucking up. Rubbing against our legs, rubbing against the dog, cuddling on the couch, getting in our laps. They KNOW what it feels like to be sleeping outside in sub-zero weather and are working every angle so they’ll get more warm couch time.

Hmpf. I’m a woman – I know how to hold a grudge! Every diffident strut past my proffered hand was logged in. Every huffy squirm when I tried to pick them up was tucked away as a direct insult. I will not be seduced into trusting them, only to be dumped in the spring when the swallows taunt them to play. Nope. I will be strong…indifferent…

Ahhhhhhhhhh. 72 degrees.

Ahhhhhhhhhh. 72 degrees.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m such a sucker for a loud purr.


OK, this is kind of crude, but The Man and I laughed for hours…DAYS over it. Let me set the stage for you. Youngest son (you know him as Lord Voldemort) is living in our guest room right now. The walls are horribly thin, and the toilet in the master bathroom is right against the wall where the headboard is in the guest room. You get the picture, right?

Lord V is the most disgusting 30 year old ever. He spends most of his time on a boat in Alaska, and hasn’t had any of his rough edges smoothed by a steady female companion. Some would say he’s a bit of a pig. YOU know, you’ve been on our wall all month. He doesn’t suppress any bodily noises at all, to my endless horror and his juvenile amusement. When I complained, he insisted that flatulence and burping whole sentences just got funnier each year.

So…he wanted to be awakened early in the morning to go hunting. Instead of knocking on his door, The Man knocked on the bathroom wall and then sat down on the commode. I don’t know what we had for dinner the night before, but I can tell you that it produced the longest, loudest, most sputtering noise ever. Lord V was totally grossed out. I have never EVER known him to get out of bed that fast. If he’d been a girl he’d have been squealing down the hall. Instead, he did the manly “yelling, bitching, swearing” thing. Obviously this young man can dish it out, but can’t take it. He was highly indignant that his dad had knocked first and then done that, bellyaching about it for days. Apparently it’s only funny if he is the one being gross. It served him right. I’d like to say that it made him change his ways, but we both know I’d be lying.


I made some yummy cookies the other day. Too yummy, because they disappeared instantly. This should have been astonishing, because were at least six dozen of them, but I’ve seen this disappearing cookie phenomenon before, and wisely stashed some in the freezer. Unfortunately, I didn’t put them in a spinach bag like I used to, and The Man found them. I looked up from my book and there he was, on the couch, eating frozen cookies out of the bag. Rock hard frozen cookies!

I snapped a picture, and then when I mentioned the dreaded words “Fly on the Wall”, he gave me a rather unpleasant photo op. He didn’t think I’d share it, but after 35 years he should certainly know me better!
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On that pleasant note, I hope you’ll buzz over to these other blogs and see what they’ve been up to.
Baking In a Tornado
Stacy Sews and Schools
Just a Little Nutty
Menopausal Mother
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Follow Me Home
Moore Organized Mayhem
Spatulas on Parade
Sorry Kid, Your Mom Doesn’t Play Well With Others
The Insomniac’s Dream
Trashy Blog
Dates 2 Diapers

23 thoughts on “Fly on the Wall – October

  1. Oh, I can so relate to having to hide even frozen cookies. And getting the finger when snapping pics for the blog. . . sigh.

    I read about you granddaughter on your daughter’s blog. So cool. Can’t wait til you can share more details.

    And you know I think you’re going to win blogger idol!

  2. Congratulations for all the wonderful, amazing things going on for you and your blog!!! YAY!!!!!
    I was exhausted after reading that first paragraph! LOL And then I looked around my house at all the stuff that needs to be done. SIGH…. I think I need a nap first. 😉

    • Oh, there’s more, but I didn’t think anyone would be interested in the full list. So many chores, so little motivation!
      Good to know I’m not the only one.

    • I have to fight the tendency to think things will have to balance out – you know, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just because good things are happening, it doesn’t mean bad things will follow. Right? Oh, Lord, tell me I’m right 😉
      Yeah, chilly here. Hubby says I’m “going to get icicles on my milkers”. I really need to throw away his Lonesome Dove cds.

  3. Hilarious story about The man and Lord V!! Sounds like the men in my house. That’s great news about your granddaughter and a HUGE congrats for making it this far in Blogger Idol! I know you’ll do well and we will keep voting!

    • I really should have had all daughters. No, I should have become a nun. Bwa ha ha. Boys of all ages are gross!
      And thank you – I’m counting on those votes next week, for sure!!! It’s going to be a tough one.

  4. Haha! The picture of your husband is priceless!
    You have been so busy, I could barely keep up with reading all that you’ve done. I have to steal the idea of hiding cookies in spinach bags; that’s brilliant. Good luck on Blogger Idol. I’ll have to ask Karen how to get there and vote like crazy 🙂
    Keep those kitties warm 🙂

    • Thanks, Michele! Brussels Sprouts bags are also a good choice. Just sayin’. Or if you don’t want to freeze them, I recommend keeping them in an empty box of Bran Flakes. No one ever looks there. Yes, I’m a closet eater.
      Every Wednesday I have instructions on my blog and FB page for the voting. Really simple, just come by and take a peek.

  5. I get the same reaction when I say Fly on the Wall. 🙂
    I told him if he keeps it up, his grandchildren are going to look back on the pictures and wonder if his hand was stuck that way.
    My kids do the frozen cookie thing but thanks to you, they’ll be located in ye ol’ spinach bag from now on.
    Congrats on Blogger Idol!! I keep voting!
    Love seeing you shine!

    • Thank you, Meg. It’s certainly a challenge! Not just for me, but for the menfolk who actually expect regular meals.
      I appreciate the votes!

    • Try old cereal boxes, too 😉 We have to get creative if we ever want treats for ourselves! Thanks for stopping by, Tamara.

      • I can see, you’ve got lots of tricks up your sleeve 😉
        I just finished converting the measurements of the maple leaf cookies. Struggling with the Mapleine, though. Is that an item that can only be bought in Canada? Can I use maple syrup instead?

        • No, we live in the states. (Got mine at Walmart) It should be up where the vanilla and other extracts are. Maple syrup won’t give it enough flavor. I LOVE Mapleine. I make my own syrup with it all the time, and use it frequently in baking. Hope you can find it. I’m curious…converting the measurements? Where do you live?

          • I checked Amazon, and there are all kinds of maple flavorings besides Mapleine. Cooks, Watkins, lots of companies make it. I didn’t realize it was hard to find in the south though. Thank goodness for Amazon (although their prices for this are atrocious!)

          • Dear Lorinda, Thanks for the info. I live in Switzerland. Could as well be the end of the world for that matter. Check out my Halloween preparations blog post.

            Even if I was willing to pay USD 58,95 plus tax plus shipping, Amazon would still tell me

            “We’re sorry. This item can’t be shipped to your selected destination. You may either change the shipping address or delete the item from your order. “

          • Darn. Are there any cake decorating stores in your area? They might have some. If not, I’ll play with the recipe and see if I can’t get a good frosting using syrup. It might not be as flavorful, but would still be good! I hear Switzerland and think “chocolate”. Mmmmmmmmm.

          • Yes, Switzerland is the land of chocolate. How about a deal, you send me some Mapleine, and I send you some Swiss chocolate?
            I spent about two hours today calling high end groceries stores and specialty bakeries, browsing expat food platforms, posting on Canadian shop’s pages… nobody even knows Mapleine, they all want to sell me syrup. I keep telling them “Lorinda says syrup is no good!” 😉

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