Hello Dahlings!

Master Blender Lisa has been Blending Her ONE with His FIVE for 18 years.  With THREE Ex Spouses, THREE Step Parents and SIX kids we are living the Blended, Not Stirred dream.  Is that even a thing?


We've been a little jumpy this past week.  So when the doorbell rang at 11:30 Saturday night, I was a little nervous.   It was pitch black outside, whoever was out there could see all the lights on inside the house - it was lit up like a Christmas tree.  Can't pretend we're not home. Should I call the cops?

I walked over to the front door - turned on the outside lights - looked out the window and there were two city cops standing on my front porch.  I guess I don't need to call them after all! A female officer was by the door, the male officer had his back planted to the porch wall - hand on his gun.  I'm thinking what the HELL!  

I crack open the door - Hello...  

Cops: We received a 911 hang up call from this residence - everything alright?

Me: Yes, we're just fine. We didn't make any 911 calls.

Cops: You have kids?

Me: Um, yes, but they're teenagers.  What number made the call? - we have a couple of lines.  

The male officer repeats the number - I say well we only use that line for our Direct TV - otherwise we keep it unplugged.  It's the number that a lot of unwanted calls come through. Then I stop myself should I explain the Ex-Wife credit thingy - step son campaign?  Nah! Instead I just leave it hanging - I've already said enough that they think I'm out there.

My nervousness kicks in - I offer that this happened one other time and it ended up being a problem with the phone line. The telephone company said sometimes a line in distress can make a 911 call.  "Oh"  they say, like I'm crazy. "We've never heard of that happening before - you may want to get that checked out!" I definitely do that.

Cops say "You sure you're alright?" I open the door relatively wide - we're just fine!