So this weekend I was very excited to get to carry on a tradition that my stepmother Lin, as Dad likes to call her, and I started a few years back, we baked Christmas Cookies. I haven't really got to participate since I have normally worked like a dog during these past years as a "Big Box" Manager (90 hours+ during Christmas and I am not shitting you). This year was different and I decided that I was going to make up for the last few years and do a marathon of baking. Lin and I invited my sister in law Princess to help. Princess and I started promptly at 9:00am and Lin joined us around 12:00pm (Lin had to go to the scrapbook store but brought us pizza so it was cool) I am never and I mean never going to be as ambitious as trying to bake 16 different types of cookies again. When we started it was great, I had caffeine in me, the boys (Dumbass and Bill) watched the kids. Afternoon was OK, I started to drink some Grapefruit Vodka and Tonic's and we were moving at a good pace. Then all hell broke loose, the boys came in to the kitchen because they were bored, Dad showed up and we all got talking and forgot about baking , most everyone moved at a snails pace, Princess got sick, I almost started crying because I was so tried. I didn't, I just kept on trucking....... Princess left with Dumbass and Rockstar because she felt like crap and went home. Dad had to go home to feed his and Lin's furry kids that live at there house (3 big dogs).... That left me and Lin, by 11:00pm we were done for the night. The next morning I got up and finished by myself..... another 4 hours went by... That's right 17 hours of baking. If I ever have to look at another fucking cookie it will be too soon. As good as they are, I don't even want to eat them, right now... I probably will tomorrow though. I will say that the cookies are beautiful and "the divas" call me Betty Crocker since I brought them a plate. My back hurts and my fingers have been burnt or cut. So next year maybe just 10 diffrent types.
In other news..... Princess is Preggers!!!!!! I knew making her drink all that water at my house would work. That is why she was so sick.... I found out that next day (Dumbass called me but told Bill first which is a load of crap because he is my brother, not Bills) World Domination here we come!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for stopping by my blog. I noted that one of my favorite bloggers has a daughter who blogs too, but then I forgot to check it out. I'm here now and I'll be back!
I have to bake today. When the pity party starts I'll remember I'm only doing three cakes, as opposed to your 16. If that doesn't help the wine will.
Yes, but the cookies were good! Someone has to carry on that great baking tradition when Lin finally gives it up.
Yeah, Dumbass called me with the news too. 12 grandkids!!! What the hell will I ever do? Can't afford Christmas already! ;)
hey, i hope sausage didnt quit writing because of the weird people i sent over to his blog... err and yours it seems... i loved his stuff and pimped him on my blog, i'd hate to know that was the reason.... and fer fucks sake i hope yer dad is doing great and not letting a little life get him down... if hes got other problems, well, we have ways of dealing with those as well... be good to yourself and look forward to reading you blog as well!!!
i used to live in ole M.O. yep yep...garden city, just outside of harrinsonville on rt. 1. not much to do there other than get into trouble...
meh, anyways happy holidays
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