Fly on the Wall: August 2015

Hello, Friends!  Welcome to the August Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 13 awesome bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes....

Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!

Cast:
Me
The man
Alex, the eldest 
Micah, Alex's husband 
C., The middle (son, 17)
J., The youngest (son, 10)

The fly on the wall was in a lot of places this month. The last bit of summer seems to have that effect on insects and people.

Sarcastic Convos and Dreams: 
Whether big or small, everyone had something to celebrate this month.

Micah, the son-in-law, was offered a coaching job at a local high school. According to him, a job pertaining to basketball is something that he has always wanted. (Well, besides having the undying love of his in-laws, but that's another story for another day.) Seriously, we are so proud of him.

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This is a panorama of Alex's new classroom. She starts her dream job of being a teacher on Tuesday! Of course she still has dreams of being a dentist, an acrobat, and a hot air-balloon driver. She would also like to be related to the man who invented cheese curds. One day at a time, girl. 

Texts from Alex during the week of her teacher training. She has just recently given up sugar and white flour (during the most stressful week of her new career.)

Alex: Mom. I'm hungry and the district is catering. My salad is mocking me.

Alex: Mom. They brought in bagels. And cookies. Is this a bad joke?

Alex: Errr. Pizza. You brought me up to never turn down free food, mom. Why is this happening?

Alex: Pasta today :(

Alex: I'm feeling better. Confident. I can do this!

Alex: Ok. The freaking Waffle Cart is here!!! 

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C.'s dream came partly true this month. He wants to finish school and become an astronautical engineer. He spent the better part of our trip to Florida at the Kennedy Space Center. 

One day, he will be an employee.

C. says that he would drive this van and tell people he manned a vehicle for NASA.

He also said he'd even work the grill at the "Orbit Cafe," a restaurant at the space center. 

C.: "I'll tell everyone I work for NASA. I'll say, "I'm pretty important. Without me, NASA wouldn't even function. You could say that NASA runs on my work. The instruments I work with get pretty hot, but it's a sacrifice I make daily for America.'"

C. in the hotel with his 9 dollar space blanket. Sucker.

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J. has dreams too. He wanted to see a spacesuit. He wanted to live in Canada. (Don't ask.) He wanted to stay up all night and watch the Food Network. He wanted to fly on an airplane long enough to finish a movie. Oh, and he wanted to eat a pretzel as big as his head.

He almost got it all.

Who needs the Space Center when you can pose with a familiar name?

Canada ala' Epcot Center

Pretzel. Check.

J.: (on the plane): "You know what? I'm going to tell my wife to drive the kids when we go on vacation. I'm going to tell her I'll fly and meet her there. We probably won't fight that way."

C. : "You probably won't have a wife that way."

Finally:

The man: "Our anniversary is coming up. It's a big one! What are you thinking you'd like?"

Me: "Something big and shiny."

The man: "Something that will make people ooh and ahh?"

Me: "Yep."

The man: "Something bigger than your current ring?"

Me: "Um, yes!!"

The man: "So we're on the same page?"

Me: "After all these years, I certainly hope we are!!"

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Yes. Yes we were.

Happy Friday, Friends! 

-Michele

Don't forget to check out the other participants of this month's fly!

Baking in a Tornado                          

Spatulas on Parade                          

Follow Me Home                          

Menopausal Mother                          

Never Ever Give Up Hope                                   

Just a Little Nutty                                 

The Momisdes                                       

Someone Else's Genius                           

Sanity Waiting to Happen                                  

Southern Belle Charm                      

Searching for Sanity                       

Juicebox Confession                             

Go Mama O                                           

Dinosaur Superhero Mommy