Fly on the Wall – March

Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.



Let’s see, my buzzy friend. You hitched a ride in my car with me to California last month, survived a blizzard, had fun at Disneyland with my daughter and her family, and then you hung around with me while I was sick and being a most unpleasant house guest. That’s where we left the story last month.

We traveled to Modesto, you and I, to visit my oldest son and his wife. I spent a few days recuperating, dozing and reading, while you explored their back yard. (They have 2 dogs, so I KNOW what you were doing out there. Gross.)

In the evenings we talked, ate, and drank wine, and I learned things about my kids’ teenage years that I’m probably glad I didn’t know at the time. If any of you readers have young children, your day will come! Usually when I hear these stories I nod wisely and say “We knew more than you think we did” which makes us look omniscient and makes them think they never really got away with anything. You might save that little gem for later when they tell you stuff that makes your hair stand on end.

From there I made my way north again. Since my poor grandchildren had been stuck with “Gross Grandma” for two weeks while I was sick and crabby, I had to try a little damage control. I was heading to my cousin’s in Oregon, but had enough time to put on makeup and curl my hair and sweep through Redding with a gift for each child. See? I can be “Fun Grandma!” I brought Taunee the Ken doll she wanted badly. I was there less than two hours, but by the time I left Ken had hooked up with Barbie, was sweet talking her, and they’d produced a baby. That guy works fast!!

I was off and running again, north to Oregon.

More good food, wine, and a comfy bed at Cousin John and his lovely wife Kathy’s home. I could really get used to having others cook for me! After a couple of days of pampering, I felt good enough to head home. Luckily, the weather was delightful and I had long (12 hours) but uneventful drive home. Yes! I know I was happy to tumble out of the car at home, and I’m sure my little fly companion was too. I came home to a clean house, dinner in the oven, and a relieved husband. Sweet.


Egg production has been down in the chicken yard, but every time we start talking about…um…eliminating some of the old chickens, they start laying like crazy. Here’s an egg we got recently. I can just see one of the old girls going: “Must.Produce.Egg.Gruuuunt. Nope, that’s the best I can do.”

What the....

What the….

Really? That’s all you’ve got?!

Big whoop.

Big whoop.


And, while I have eggs on my mind, The Man came up with an idea for little cakes that turned out so cute. Here’s a link to my blog for Deviled Cakes. I’m going to put them on the table during our Ladies Spring Tea next month and see the funny reactions. Maybe I’ll get a couple of good pictures for next month’s Fly on the Wall.

Yes, these really are CAKES!

Yes, these really are CAKES!


If you think Caesar had it rough, look at what the Ides of March brought us:

Ugh. Not the day I was hoping for...

Ugh. Not the day I was hoping for…

I love winter, and I love spring, but I really dread this in-between mess. Beware the Ides of March, indeed!


Easter candy is my most uncontrollable guilty pleasure. When the kids were little I’d buy tons of candy for “decorating” but would put the boring stuff like jelly beans and salt water taffy in the cute little bowls and hide the good stuff for myself. The Reeses peanut butter eggs, Cadbury mini-eggs, Russell Stover marshmallow eggs…all were stashed in closets, or sometimes in the freezer disguised as bags of “broccoli”. I know, I know…I’m unspeakably ashamed. My children will probably end up on an analyst’s couch one day talking about how withholding their mother was.

I admit I had a carton of marshmallow eggs hidden in the baking cabinet this year, but for the most part, I’ve gotten so much better about sharing. I HAVE!

Mine! Mine! Mine!

Mine! Mine! Mine!


Speaking of Easter, every year I make sugar eggs. I don’t know why, exactly; it’s just an urge. Bags of icing of every color, sugar eggs in various stages of completion, sugar egg carcasses that bit the dust…my dining room table craft table is covered with debris. Rather than clean it up, I have convinced myself that I must make more sugar eggs. There’s no sense in cleaning it up if I’m going to make more, right??? Um. Anyone want an egg?

Hooooeeeeee. Did I do that?

Hooooeeeeee. Did I do that?

Right now there is more sugar flying than flour, but still…I love this gift my daughter made me!

Love that girl!

Love that girl!

That’s it for me. It’s been a pretty dull month here. My youngest son (aka: Lord Voldemort) will be here next week, so I should have some good stories to tell. Until then, try buzzing around these other homes and see what’s happening!

Baking In a Tornado
Just a Little Nutty
Menopausal Mother
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Follow Me Home
Spatulas on Parade
Stacy Sews and Schools
The Momisodes
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
Someone Else’s Genius
Pink Heart String
Spinster Snacks
Juicebox Confession

19 thoughts on “Fly on the Wall – March

  1. Lorinda, Those cakes are adorable! I love deviled eggs and cake, so really, I couldn’t go wrong eating a plate of either one.
    That poor hen egg!
    I want to see pics of the finished sugar eggs!
    Also, you KNOW I get the part about hiding the good Easter candy 🙂

    • We’ve decided the egg was from one of the young girls (their first eggs are usually small. Not THAT small, but small.) She probably didn’t start laying last fall like the others. A slow bloomer?
      I’ll post the sugar eggs when they’re finished 🙂

  2. What an awesome gift from your daughter!
    Those Deviled Cakes are just fantastic! They are do dang cute!
    I’m glad you survived your trip and managed to be the fun grandma after feeling so yucky.
    I’m dying to see your sugar eggs.
    They have to be adorable because everything you do turns out amazing.

  3. Those cakes are SO CUTE!!! I am definitely going to have to try them out!!!
    When my oldest starts trying to tell me things that I know will make me crazy, I try to stop him! NO THANKS!! I do NOT need to know everything!! I am happy not knowing! LOL

    • There has to be a decent amount of time between the actual situation itself and the telling of it. It’s been about 15 years, which is long enough for me to deal with. 40 years would be better. I earned all this gray hair!

      • LOL!! I hear you!! My oldest is 20.. There definitely has NOT been enough time…. But I know all about the gray hair!! I tell him that he’s the reason I have it! I found my first one when I was 21, he was 2! 😉

  4. Snow, travel and cake “eggs” LOVE those. Our hens would go through cycles of not laying, especially in the winter, they need 16 hours of daylight to produce an egg. We went through a long rainy period last spring and they didn’t lay for over 2 months.

    • Ours lay pretty well in the winter. We have a heat lamp in the hen house and a full spectrum daylight bulb that comes on early in the morning. But…the older ones are about done laying. Now comes the hard part!

  5. I think I saw your Deviled Cakes on Pinterest… if not, they’re headed on to my cake board. Too cute! Kind of like your shirt, BTW. I want one… MINE!

    I actually have relatives in Modesto. Small world, I guess. They’re my son’s second cousins (no blood relation to me – but they’re still family). 🙂

    • You probably did – I was trying hard to get them to take off on Pinterest. I think people just glanced at them and saw deviled eggs and didn’t stop to really look. I just got the shirt in Disneyland. Couldn’t resist; the gulls were my favorite part of Finding Nemo!

  6. Wow you had a very egg-centric month! One of the reasons I have not ventured into the chickens in the backyard arena is the whole killing/slash eating something that I have named. I can see the chicken cemetary I would probably have out back…

    • You know, I think if we only had a few chickens they would just get retired and live as pets, but with 19 of them, you don’t get quite as attached. I do have a couple of favorites, though. I think they’ll be safe.

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