Fly on the Wall March 2013: The Michael Bolton Edition


Have you ever thought about what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone else’s daily life? Here’s your chance. Today 16 brave bloggers are inviting you into their homes to be a fly on the wall.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on the link below the post for a peek into some other homes:

Originally I was going to do a post solely dedicated to Evil Genius.  Then I went ahead and used my material for A Man, A Plan, And A Stache.  However, I do think I can share these gems that I already have taken up the memory on WordPress since I uploaded it previously.  May I present evolution in my household…

February 2013-001

No hair, full beard, and then pornstache. We’re now back to clean shaven.

There wasn’t just the growth, reduction and then removal of facial hair going on this month, we had other things happening too:

Me to Evil Genius “Aren’t you done yet with that game you’re playing?  What is it, Twilight?”
Evil Genius:  “It’s Skyrim!  Not Twilight!  How dare you insult my game?”
In my defense, I knew it had to do with the sky.

The Professor is laughing hysterically at first a show and then a commercial after it.  It was getting out of hand.
“Ok, that’s enough!”  Evil Genius says to him.
“All right,” The Professor replies “I’ll only laugh if something’s funny.”
Evil Genius interjects, “I hope so.  People that laugh at things that aren’t funny are called crazy people.”

Princess:  “Mommy you are older than when you were 18 years old.”
Me “Yes.”
Princess:  “You are older than when you were four years old.”
Me:  “Yes, where are you going with this?”

Evil Genius:  “Anyone have a protractor?”
Me:  “Yes, I think there is one up in the **crap cabinet…. Oh wait, is that the thingie that you draw circles with or the arc thingie?”
Evil Genius: *hysterical laughter for quite some time*  “It’s the arc looking thing.  The other of which you speak is a compass.”
Me:  *Goes upstairs to the crap cabinet, cannot find this arc looking thing so I bring what I can find*  “Can I interest you in fancy letter stencils, a ruler, or a bowl that you can trace?”
**The Crap Cabinet is our Craft Cabinet, only we quit calling it that a long time ago…

Am I the only one who sees 99 views on my blog and automatically goes THERE-you know, to singing “99 Blog Page Views…”.  Oh come ON, it’s to the tune of 99 Red Balloons!

Evil Genius to Princess Difficult:  “Give me back my hat!  I need it until I get a sombrero.”

The Professor:  “I want carrots, but not those Pehtight ones.”
WHAT????  It took me a minute… “Oh, you mean the petite ones!”

Me to Evil Genius “I’m freaking out a little.  We got some ominous looking mail today.”
Evil Genius gives me a strange look “Ominous?”
ME:  “It was playing organ music and everything.”

Princess Difficult is eating some leftover fish from the night before:  “Mommy, did you catch this fish in the ocean?”

Evil Genius:  “You know what my Ipod is missing?  Michael Bolton.”
And then we had to look up his music because neither of us could remember anything by him except this SNL digital short:

Princess Difficult to me after spending the day with grandma while I worked:  “Mommy I will NEVER let you go out by yourself again!”

On a Monday morning at 5:45 am, Evil Genius was trying to finds his steel-toed boots.  He could only find one.  We were both just dumbfounded about where the other one could be.  He went to work sans boots.  That night when he got home he asked The Professor if he had seen his boot.  The Professor knew right where it was.  He ran into his room and appeared with the boot.  The reason it was in his room? “We kept it just in case the boxelder bug came back.”

The Princess is giving all of the kitties on the various animal shelter websites that show up in my newsfeed on Facebook.  “That one is Flossie.  I want to call that one Mimi.”  She spies a long haired gray one.  “That one is named Alcohol!”

Evil Genius told me that someone he knew made Scottish eggs.
Me:  “Aren’t those the eggs with the meat around them?”
Evil Genius:  “Yes.”
Me:  “Sounds unhealthy.”
Evil Genius:  “If you wrapped en egg with ground chicken, could you then ask ‘what came first, the chicken or the egg?'”

I hope you enjoyed this look into the nuttiness that goes on in my house!  Now check out these other links and see what a fly on the wall would see in their household!

A Man, A Plan, And A Stache

Not this stache...

Not this stache…

Once upon a time in Iowa there was a man and his progressive facial hair.

That’s right, this year Evil Genius decided to grow a beard.  This is not the first beard he has attempted, but it was the most successful beard thus far (as far as beard successes go).  I’m not a huge fan of beards, but even I have to admit I liked it.  It helps that I love the man underneath it, so I’m kind of biased.

As 2013 progressed into February, he volunteered to represent his department at the company booth at the collegiate career fair this year.  Some brilliant person decided that this year it should be a seventies theme.  Therefore since he always gives 150% to his career he decided that his facial hair should go along with the theme.  The result? The 70s pornstache.

brian fantana

Who WOULDN’T want to look like someone from Anchorman?

Now all photos of him in the 70s outfit are, as far as I know, utter top secretness.  I have, however, substituted the above picture of Brian Fantana from Anchorman.  I understand that their booth at the fair was a raging success, but who wouldn’t love a booth with a disco ball?  Yes you saw that right, there was a disco ball.

I did take one picture of him with it, but I was laughing so hard as I attempted to take it that it didn’t turn out as well as he would have liked.  Considering he has threatened to grow a handlebar moustache on several occasions, I was really okay with the pornstache.

The very next day after the career fair he shaved it, and the pornstache that used to be became nothing but a memory… it was quite a shock to see him those next few days without any hair on his face.  I understand that several people that he works with were very sad that he did away with it.

Does your significant other have or has ever tried to grow a beard or moustache?  Were the results delightful or comical?  Please share…

Oh all right, I won’t keep you in suspense.  Here is the only existing photo that I have actual permission to share.  I even told him he was the subject of today’s blog post and he insisted I include the actual picture I took.  He would also like everyone to know that despite the title of this post, there was no actual plan, just a man and a stache…

Sorry ladies, he is all mine...

Yep, he is all mine…