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Welcome to Fly on the Wall, where you get to buzz around and see what goes on in my home, and in those of 10 other bloggers. Little happenings that don’t warrant their own post, but may still be of interest. Things that may make you raise your little fly eyebrows! Come see, and then buzz along and visit the other blogs posted at the bottom.
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\nI bailed on Fly last month because my daughter and grandkids were here visiting. I figured they’d give me lots of good laughs for this month’s post, but I was so caught up in the visit I kept forgetting to write the good stuff down. I did manage to scribble a couple of notes, thank goodness! Here’s what I had:<\/p>\n
Grandpa tried to \u201chelp\u201d Sophie put makeup on. Said he\u2019d get her ready for middle school. Sophie politely reminded him that she wasn\u2019t going to clown college<\/em>.<\/p>\n Taunee, looking at a pic of her mom on the wall: Mom, you were so pretty when you were little. You looked perfect. You looked just like me! (This child oozes confidence.)<\/p>\n Taunee had a prank planned for The girls: “Show us more skulls, Uncle Voldemort. Show us more skulls and bones.” Um, yeah. He has a weird collection. He did make Taunee happy by sending her home with a pair of shed deer antlers…I believe he’d had a bit to drink at the time, because he doesn’t usually part with any of his collection. My daughter’s new name for her brother is “Drunkle Mr. Mack discovered “vroom vrooms” I love it! He’s been kind of a city boy, but\u00a0Pa and me purt near took care of that! While they were here we had a really, really wild storm. It was brief, but intense. I may have shrieked when lighting and thunder hit at the exact same time and I was with\u00a0the kids outside by the chicken coop. There was a lot of damage in the area, but we came out of it okay, except for the flour corn. It was just beginning to pollinate when the storm struck, so no cornmeal for us this year. It was very exciting for the kids, though.<\/p>\n I dumped sand into a big tub, added a pile of loose change, and stirred. Instant fun. Here’s the best part: instead of fighting over the coins, I heard Taunee say to Sophie “there’s a quarter over there, by your hand”. How sweet was that? Better yet, Sophie’s response was “Here, you can have it”. Bravo, Mom and Dad – you’re raising those girls right!<\/p>\n Digging for gold.<\/p><\/div>\n It was hot and smoky while the girls were here, due to all the wildfires in Washington State. Really hot.<\/p>\n C’mon, you know what you’re supposed to say.<\/p>\n “HOW HOT WAS IT?” you ask?<\/p>\n This hot.<\/p><\/div>\n I’m pretty sure the dogs are laughing!<\/p><\/div>\n Our hammock had a tear in it (thanks to Otis, our yellow lab) and I thought<\/em> I had repaired it pretty well before the kids got here. Oh, it was all fun and games…until Grandpa got in. Luckily, my daughter was right there with the camera when he fell through. On his bad back. Bwa ha ha ha ha. Snort. Can’t help it! I’ve been curing my garlic on the back porch, and one batch was spread across a wicker basket for air circulation. Working at the sink I heard a weird rustling sound. Since this is snake territory, I was a little concerned and went out back to see. Someone<\/em>\u00a0had knocked the basket over because apparently it was the perfect spot to nest. I shooed her off, but an hour later she gave a repeat performance. She won. I love garlic chicken. So….fire, wind, flood, hail. Where are the locusts? Oh, wait – they’re in the garden…if you consider grasshoppers to be the same thing, that is. I opened the garden gates to let the chickens in so they could eat the hoppers, and they went straight for my buckwheat. That wasn’t the deal – so the gates are closed. I’ll pick and hand deliver the grasshoppers to the girls, I guess. They’re just so freakishly strong! It feels like something is exploding in my hand when I carry them. Eeeeuw.<\/p>\n What was I thinking when I ordered 7 different types of green beans? Usually germination is hit-or-miss, so I planted extra in each row. I’ve picked over 60 pounds of beans. Some were given away, but most were trimmed, blanched, and frozen. Snapping or trimming takes time, so I did something unusual for me, and put in movies to watch while I worked. Not just any movies – musicals! Oklahoma, Hans Christian Anderson, My Fair Lady, Carousel. Terrible, wonderful musicals. The Man has spent a lot of time outside. We do, however, have bean security. And still they keep growing…<\/p>\n 11 pounds. This is just 3 rows. I have 9.<\/p><\/div>\n Happy birthday to youuuu.<\/p><\/div>\n Just kidding. I made him a peach trifle.<\/p>\n Peach Trifle<\/p><\/div>\n Here’s the recipe, if you’re interested. You’ll need:<\/p>\n One angel food cake (if you’re feeling inspired, here’s my recipe: \u00a0Angelberry Cake<\/a>) To assemble the trifle:<\/p>\n Here’s what The Man got for his birthday. He calls it his Cabela’s Club Member coffin. It kind of creeps me out, especially when he folds his hands on his chest.\u00a0 The Man hurt his back and was flat on the guest bed (which is firmer, lower) calling for cookies, medicine, etc. I had just put a load of wash into the dryer when he yelled loudly for me and I went running. I noticed that I was getting a whole lot of views on an old Fly on the Wall post from a certain group of people. The tough thing is, it will be hard for me to explain it to you without using words that will bring more people with this…uh…inclination to my blog.<\/p>\n I know!!! When I get to one of those words I’ll bold it and spell it backwards, okay?<\/p>\n I posted an appetizer last year in my Fly on the Wall. It was for a baby shower, and featured refried bean filled puff pastry ypoop<\/strong>\u00a0srepaid.\u00a0<\/strong>Apparently this was very attractive to a group of people who like to get together and change<\/em> each other’s srepaid, <\/strong>and they were kind of excited about serving my appetizers.\u00a0I’m pretty open-minded and tolerant, but this is a little over the top for me. The views have been tapering off, which is a very good thing. Whatever you do, do NOT Google “repaid<\/strong> parties”.<\/p>\n On that cheery note, (and I realize that since you’re a fly, that might not have been too gross for you) please go visit these other wonderful blogs!<\/p>\n Baking In a Tornado<\/a> Welcome to Fly on the Wall, where you get to buzz around and see what goes on in my home, and in those of 10 other bloggers. Little happenings that don’t warrant their own post, but may still be of … Continue reading Uncle Dean<\/del> Lord Voldemort, but couldn\u2019t help dropping hints. When he started to question her, she told him it was a \u201csurprise\u201d. He told her she\u2019d be surprised when the Turd Fairy left something under her pillow. I really wish I wasn’t such a visual person.<\/p>\nDean<\/del> Voldemort.”<\/p>\n
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Speaking of beans, The Man just turned 60 and here was his cake:<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>
\nWhipping cream – lots! About a quart
\n4-5 large peaches
\nOne batch of “Peachy Creamy Pastry Cream” (below)<\/p>\n\t\nPeachy Creamy Pastry Cream<\/div>\n<\/div>\nAuthor: The Rowdy Baker<\/span><\/div>\nPerfect for so many things! Layer it in a trifle, fill a cream puff, or eat it from a spoon \ud83d\ude42<\/div>\n\nIngredients<\/div>\n\n
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I was making cookies and the man tried to snag one. When I explained I needed them for a photo shoot first, he said:
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not nice to me, and it\u2019s almost my birthday.\u201d
\n\u201cBut it\u2019s not your birthday. I don\u2019t have to be nice to you until your birthday\u201d
\n\u201cYes you do, you have to start building up. Nicer and nicer and nicer until my birthday, and then taper off slowly.\u201d
\nHmmmm. I didn\u2019t know there was an actual protocol for this. I tried. Kinda.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThat comes right in the window when it\u2019s open\u201d he said.
\nI was drawing a blank. \u201cWhat\u2019s coming in the window?\u201d
\n\u201cThe dryer\u201d
\n\u201cThe dryer\u201d He was taking pain meds, but really?? \u201cThe dryer\u2019s coming through the window?\u201d
\n\u201cCan\u2019t you smell it? The wet. The fabric softener\u201d
\nI wasn\u2019t using fabric softener, so\u2026it must have been \u201cthe wet.\u201d
\nI closed the window.<\/p>\n
My gardening pants have been slowly giving away in the back. Today was the day. The Man said \u201cI think we need to go find you a patch kit\u201d. I felt around, and\u2026..oh, crap. And I\u2019d been bent over weeding with my butt to the road. Lovely. At least I wasn\u2019t wearing my polka dotted undies. At least I was WEARING undies.<\/p>\n
I usually get a real kick out of the search engine phrases people use when they find my blog. But…Oh, MAN! This one was either hysterically funny or disgustingly gross, depending on your tolerance level. I have to admit I mostly laughed.<\/p>\n
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