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Dear YouTube,

I love you.

You have given my daughter, my husband, and me hours and hours of enjoyment.

But, I’m pretty pissed off at you right now.

The League of Maternal Justice posted a breastfeeding montage on your site in response to Facebook banning a picture of a woman breastfeeding her child.

It was a nice video. No bare boobs, nothing offensive.

For some reason, you’ve banned our video. I say “our” because my daughter and I were in the video. No warning, no reason. You just banned it.

The Christmas season is now officially upon us.

Since we live about 16 hours away from our family, we receive all of our Christmas presents via the Post Office or UPS and FedEx.

I’ve never been too concerned about loosing a package in the mail or scared that something would get broken.

Until I got this in the mail on Saturday. They damaged mail sent by them! Now that’s some funny shit!

At least they apologized, right?

Last night was one of those nights when I wished that I could just snap my fingers and Cara would have a mouthful of teeth.

All day she would be playing one minute and crying the next.

I could have sworn that she had two personalities; she would be chasing Oscar and then she would crumple into a little baby pile of tears.

Tucker had to work Black Friday [poor guy] from 5 am to 2 pm.

When he got home, Cara was just getting up from her nap and we decided to go out for a steak. My treat. [Gotta love getting paid for “playing” on the internet]

We’re not really the holiday kind of people.

If left to our own devices, Thanksgiving would probably just be a day in which everything is closed and there isn’t anything good on TV.

For some reason, Christmas is kind of the same.

But, I have to say that we had a really good time at our friends’ house last night.

We ate a huge turkey, dressing, corn, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, pasta salad, cranberry sauce, crescent rolls, black eyed peas…I’m sure I’m leaving something out…

Hello, blog funk. How was your day yesterday?

Ok. I’m not going to write to some imaginary device.

Pinky swear.

Today’s Thanksgiving. I should be giving thanks for something instead of bitching.

I can do that.

Fine. I’ll play.

Thinks that I’m thankful for:

Tucker - Even though you have yet to guest blog, [hint, hint] you put up with my craziness and you know me better than I know myself.

Cara - The child I thought I would never have. Thank you for teaching me the beauty of motherhood and the art of breastfeeding. Thank you for making me a mom.

The picture to the left is 1/2 of the recipe since Tucker’s taking it for a pot-luck tomorrow.

Crazy Dressing

4 cups crumbled cornbread [recipe at the end]
2 cups 1-inch cubes toasted bread
2 cups bird stock [recipe at the end]
2 pieces of thick cut bacon
3 celery stalks, diced
1 medium onion, diced
2 large eggs, beaten
1/2 stick butter
1/2 cup fresh sage
Salt and freshly ground black pepper

Combine your crumbled cornbread and bread cubes in a large mixing bowl. [Pepperidge Farm Country Cube Stuffing works great so that you don’t have to cut up bread.]

If your child has been sleeping through the night since conception, I don’t want to hear about it.

Seriously. Don’t tell me. And, while you’re at it, go to hell. I hate you.

Well that sounded a bit mean, huh?

I don’t really hate you. You’ve always been such a nice person.

I’m just bitter today.

Cara woke up at least ten times last night. At 3 am, I finally considered just getting up. How sad is that? I was 100% awake at 3 am.

I love, love, love this book!

How’s that for honest?

Written by a former beauty editor and fellow blogger who was “outed” by The New York Post, Beauty Confidential is like The Devil Wears Prada meets Glamour and Allure.

I found myself making notes in the margins and writing down products to research.

The price guides at the end of each chapter are heavenly and completely appreciated. [That blush that I have to have isn’t going to actually bankrupt me…but the perfume will.]

Almost every beauty topic that you can think of is included in this book.

Last week I had my IQ tested and this week I found out the results.

While I have a high IQ, my “short term memory” score was startling low. Like almost below-average low.

My shrink told me that a score that low, when compared to my high scores on the other subtests, would lead her to diagnose me with ADD.

Vindication!

Let me explain.

When I was a wee lass, I can remember complaining to my mom that I thought that I might have ADD. A cousin of mine had recently been diagnosed as such and I could see parallels between his behavior and my own.