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Fly on the Wall – January 2014


Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 15 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.

 Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:                          Baking In A Tornado                                  The Rowdy Baker                          Just A Little Nutty                                       The Momisodes                           Spatulas on Parade                                   The Sadder But Wiser Girl                          Follow me home . . .                  Stacy Sews and Schools                           Searching for Sanity                       The Lazy Mom’s Cooking Blog                             Menopausal Mother                       Victory Rose                                  Pink Heart String                                 Spinster Snacks







Deanna – We need to start our own store called “Burnett Sized – When Family Size Just Isn’t Big Enough”.


Colin – This family is full of crazies!!!


Joshua – I hate Thorsdays, they are so unLoki.


Joshua – It’s a sad day when you type Leonardo in the search box and DiCaprio comes up before da Vinci.


Never NEVER NNNNNNEEEEEVVVVEEEERRRR bring up the country of Djibouti around your kids… You will never hear the end of booty jokes.

Colin – I bet the grass in brown in Djibouti.

Joshua – I bet it stinks in Djibouti.

Deanna – Dang! I didn’t know Djibouti was so big.

And on and on and on and on……..

And let me apologize to the people of Djibouti on behalf of my heathen children.


Deanna – Why does everyone think Joshua is funnier than me???

Me – You’re a different kind of funny.

Deanna – And what do you mean by that?????

phone rings

Me to The Hubby – Deanna wants to know why everyone thinks Joshua is funnier than she is.

Yes, that’s what I said.

Deanna – Wait!! Tell me he didn’t say the same thing!!! What do you mean by different?????


Jacob (in his best Arhnahld impression) – Hi. I ahm Deaaanna Da Brows. Muh eyebrows will beat you into submission.


Cailey thinks that cat burglars steal cats. Cailey – What if a cat burglar comes  and tries to steal Derpy???


Apparently we have a clepto cat. Derpy keeps stealing things dragging them under the girls’ bed. Deanna was seriously upset to find a pair of Joshua’s underwear. Although, Derpy did leave a present of pipe cleaners and crayons in Cailey’s shoe.


Cailey bumping into Deanna – Sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt your internal orgals.

(no, that isn’t supposed to be organs 😉 )


Jacob just started a new job at the same place The Hubby works. He comes home and says this – I found my toe twin today. You know how I dropped that wood on my toe the other day? So did so and so. He took his shoe off and his toe looks just like mine!


Whenever that stupid Miley song comes on Cailey changes the words, like so:

I came in like a

tennis ball

soccer ball


It drives Deanna crazy.


At the Christmas party for The Hubby’s work, the owner mentioned a special kind of Christmas bonus this year. Every employee got $50 to give to another employee. They were to go to the office and put down which person they wanted their $50 to go to.

The Hubby gets in the van and says, “I know I’m getting $50 from 3 people.” He then names them. I asked if he gave his to Jacob. “No! I didn’t even think about that!!” Good grief!!!!


Deanna, Cailey and I were discussing doll clothes and what they were made of. We mention polyester and taffeta.

Jacob – I thought that was old people pudding.

Me – What?

Jacob – That taffeta word.

Me and Deanna – You mean tapioca!


Christmas Day and I am playing Battleship with Colin.

Me – I, 1

Colin – You did????


Joshua – Do you know the actress So and So?

Me – No, I don’t think so.

Joshua – She was in such and such.

Me – Oh, yeah!

Joshua – She is also on the show XXXXXXXX.

The Hubby – Yeah, but she dies.

Joshua – Gee, thanks.

The Hubby – Oh, are you starting back at season 1?

Joshua – I’m not so sure now…..


Colin, with tape on his nose – Do I need Proactiv?


Wheel of Fortune is on the TV with a split screen. Vanna and the letter board are on the bottom and the contestants are on the top. Colin – Are those people really big or is that lady really small?


So, there you have it, folks! The crazy things that have been heard around our house!!!

Don’t forget to check out the amazing bloggers that are taking part in Fly this month!!!




USE YOUR WORDS!! January 2014

Today’s post is a writing challenge that I hope you find as much fun to read as it was to write. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

By the way, this is another brainchild of Karen from Baking in a Tornado!! That woman is SO amazingly creative!


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At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.


I’m using:               winter ~ snow storm ~ sliding ~ hairpin turn ~ loving life

They were submitted by:



Winter Graphic SSaS




I am about to tell you a TRUE story of winter sledding in West Virginia. I was about 10 years old and we had just had a ginormous snow storm (the norm for West Virginia). Some friends and I decided that we REALLLLLY needed to head out and go sledding or in this case tubing. SIGH….

One of my friends and her sister rounded us all up and drove us to their grandparent’s house. They had the BEST hill ever for tubing. It was steep, it was long and it had a dozen hairpin turns. PERFECT!!!!!

We get there and trudge up the very steep, very long hill. When we get to the top we decided that we didn’t want to actually wait and take turns. It took too long to get to the top!!! We have about 6 of us and 2 big tubes. That’t it! 3 to a tube!

We start to pile on the tubes. Somehow I am in the middle. OK, no biggie. Sounds good to me. It means I won’t be flying off the sides, right???

We start sliding down the hill. We start picking up speed! We start screaming! We start holding on for dear life!!!!

And that, my friends, is when I got mushed into the middle of the tube. The very middle. Where the hole is.

All the rest of the way down the hill my posterior is getting the beating of a life time!

We FINALLY make it to the bottom after what feels like FOREVER!!!

And I collapse. I can’t move an inch!

But you know what?? It was SO MUCH FUN that no matter the bruises I was still loving life!

And after a while, we trudged back up that hill to do it all over again!



Thank you, Evil Joy Speaks for the GREAT words! I had almost forgotten about that experience! LOL


Now! On to the AMAZING bloggers that have signed up for Use Your Words!!!!!!!!!!                   Baking In A Tornado        Juicebox Confession          Confessions of a part-time working mom           Battered Hope          Spatulas on Parade               Evil Joy Speaks          Stacy Sews and Schools            Searching for Sanity                         Just A Little Nutty               The Bergham’s Life Chronicles                   Follow me home . . .                      Dates 2 Diapers 2





Secret Subject Swap January 2014

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 12 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.





Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:                         Baking In A Tornado                   Follow me home . . .                                       The Momisodes                          Confessions of a part-time working mom                           A Working Mom’s “Whoas”’                   Evil Joy Speaks                                 Go Momma!                             Juicebox Confession                 Stacy Sews and Schools                       Searching for Sanity                       Spatulas on Parade                                 Small Talk Mama



If I could spend a day with my fifteen year old self I would……

It was submitted by:




Pic of me at 15



That is me at 15. This is the only picture I have of myself at that age but it’s the perfect one. I have on my very favorite t-shirt (Guns N Roses) and my very favorite jeans.


I have been thinking long and hard about this post ever since I received my prompt. Do I tell it like it was? Do I just make something up? Will I tick off my family if I DO tell it the way it was?

Well, here it goes, regardless.

I was such a mess at 15. My life was a mess at 15. Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control.

My mom was an alcoholic. My dad was pretty much absent and had just remarried. I was supposed to have been in the wedding but no one showed up to get me. I didn’t even get a phone call saying they couldn’t come. Just me sitting with my bags packed, waiting.

And people wondered why my head wasn’t on straight.  I was made to feel as if there was something tragically wrong with me because of the way I reacted to my situation in life. Yes, I was wild. Yes, I was out of control. I was 15 and in situations no one should ever have to go through. No one, no matter what age.

So, what would I do if I spent the day with my 15 year old self? I would hug me. And hug me and hug me. I would tell me that everything was really and truly going to be OK. That I would make it out with my sanity intact. That even though it didn’t feel that way at the time, there really were people that loved and cared about me. That I mattered. That my parents were human and also dealing with issues. I don’t believe either of them ever meant to hurt me. I know now that they both loved me, they just couldn’t see past their own issues. I would tell my 15 year old self to cut them some slack.


Oh, my gosh… Am I really going to post this? I don’t know….. I just don’t know….

I guess I could make up some drivel about how much fun I would have with my 15 year old self…. But that wouldn’t be true. That wouldn’t be me.


So that part of me that is still 15, that still feels that hurt –

I love you. You matter.


Oh, gosh! I think I’m actually going to hit the schedule button.



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