Last week I tried to do some free association writing but this week I decided to do a too much info post instead. I was doing the TMI posts on my site almost every week up until a few months ago.
The first part of the title of this post has nothing to do with, well, anything really. But it’s better than what I was going to have previously. Since I couldn’t think of anything, I almost went with Enter Title Here. Yep, major suckage.
Earlier, I was changing my daughter’s diaper while she was in the middle of a toddler tantrum. The first thing I thought of doing to distract her was to sing the Styx song, Mr. Roboto.
She calmed down and stared at me, eyes wide. I don’t know if it was my awful singing voice or my even worse robot dance moves that got her attention. Either way, score one for this crazy mama because the tantrum was averted! Aaand now you will probably have that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day. You’re welcome.
My little girl turned 20 months this week, sniff. I can’t believe she will be 2 years old in 4 months AND I have major baby fever. To my surprise, it started when she was about 6 months old. The baby fever has gone from a light tapping in my uterus to a jackhammer. I should really get that checked out.
It doesn’t help that in about 3 weeks I will be celebrating my 8th 29th birthday so I feel like the clock is really ticking.
I wanted to start trying for another little babe around my daughter’s second birthday but despite my crazy baby fever, I wouldn’t mind waiting even longer.
Last year my mom sent a package to us with our Christmas cards along with my little girl’s very first one (with the exception of the one we gave the hummingbird) but the package never arrived. We would joke about all kinds of scenarios about why we never got it. “It probably hates the snow and is chillin’ out on a beach somewhere, drinking pina colada’s”.
Since we didn’t have a house yet when we moved from D.C. to N. Cali over the summer, we forwarded our mail to my in-laws. This year when my mom sent us our cards along with the most awesome Xmas decoration, she made sure to get a tracking number.
Saturday morning my hubby got a call from his mom saying they just received our long-lost package. Yay!
My brother-in-law proved himself to be even more of a douche, didn’t think that was possible, when my in-laws sent out a draft of their Christmas letter to see if we wanted them to add or change anything i.e. what we wanted people to know (or not know) had happened this year.
He bitched about the format they used when emailing it and complained about the punctuation in the letter. I guess the douche doesn’t know the meaning of a draft. His douchiness had me feeling bad for my in-laws…..dammit.
My hubby suggested to his parents that they use PDF when sending the email or else the file would be too big with the pictures included. This was the douche du jour’s response when first asked if he wanted anything to be changed in the letter:
First, let me say how clever it was to ask for revisions, and then send the letter as an uneditable PDF. That’s a great way to keep the requested revisions to a minimum. But, being the hardheaded guy that I am, I exported the text, edited it in Word, and have attached that. I also attached a PDF of my edits in case you don’t have Word.
Oh yes he did! No wonder his own kids can’t stand him. My hubby told me the douche has way too much time on his hands and it would be better spent with his kids. Screw movie night, this was our entertainment on Saturday.
After emailing back and forth, the in-laws figured he would finally be happy with the absurd changes he wanted but then he sent this (of course names have been changed):
Couple of little things. Would recommend closing comma after “Laura Ingalls”; “Then we both went out in April,” to contrast with going out by herself earlier; “blessed to have The Wiggles, Elmo, and…” — comma after Elmo, to maintain consistent use of serial comma.
The President of Douchebags
Bwahahaha, it’s times like this when I really, really love having a blog. 😀
*Update. The douche is STILL correcting their Christmas letter. I’m never one to do things like this but I replied over his douchey behavior. Actually, I came to my senses right before and just sent this to my in-laws. And dammit once again for my brother-in-law making me feel bad for my in-laws. 😉
Wow, when you asked if we wanted any changes to be made, I didn’t realize every single thing you wrote, especially punctuation, would be picked to death. You’ve been doing this long enough and know what you’re doing. I think it looks great. Looks like somebody just needs to write their own Christmas letter.
Since I’m on the subject of my brother-in-law being a huge douche cookie, have I got a yummy cookie recipe for you. Yep, that’s a pretty awful segueway.
I found this recipe for cranberry shortbread cookies years ago from a Pillsbury cookbook. It is so easy that I can actually make them and not screw them up. That’s saying a lot. While baking, they make your house smell Amazing!
Super Simple Cranberry Sugar Cookies
1 (15.6-oz.) package Cranberry Quick Bread & Muffin Mix
3/4 cup butter, softened
3 tablespoons of sugar
Heat oven to 350. In large bowl, combine quick bread mix and butter; mix well. Shape dough into 1-inch balls (hehe); place 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheets.
Flatten balls (hehe) to 1/8-inch thickness with bottom of glass dipped in sugar.
Bake at 350 for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. Cool 2 minutes; remove from cookie sheets.
Then eat all of the cookies by yourself while catching up with shows on your DVR. When your hubs asks you where all of the cookies are, say “What cookies? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”