Our Skills part 2

As previously discussed, Katie, Nick and I have some major skills. I know, your jealous. But be prepared because your level of jealousy is going to skyrocket!!!!! That's right, we made cakes! This pretty much proves that we need our own reality tv show. Our family has everything you need for one: we're relatively funny, we all have our own individual plot lines that are kind of weird, dad had a head trauma, we have random family members that are related in no way what so ever, and we make some kick ass cakes. The only thing we're missing are some little people, although I think Katie might qualify. Anyway, back to the cakes. Katie and I spent practically one whole day baking all these cakes in whatever size and shape everyone required. After spending the afternoon in the fridge, we stacked our cakes and (if it was not requiring fondant) put on a thin layer of icing. Then back into the fridge they went for the night. The next day, Katie and I made the fondant (recipe to follow), which was suprisingly easy to make. It's marshmallow fondant, not the real stuff, supposedly it's easier to make and work with. After the fondant was made we just rolled it out and decorated. Super easy and they look damn good if I do say so myself! We had a height limit of 12 inches, a christmas theme and we had to use some kind of candy. Other than that, it was whatever you wanted. Nick's school Christmas party was at our house the next night so they all voted. Nick and Katie got 12 votes each and I got 9 so they tied for 1st place and I lost. No big deal, I liked mine. I'm writing this at work so I can't put pictures up now, but I will soon.

Happy Head Trauma Day!

So today is head trauma day (well really yesterday was since it's 2am but in my world, it's still today). Anyway, nine years ago today my dad fell off a ladder or the roof (which ever theory you want to believe) while we were at church. Does anyone else find that ironic? I do. In a funny, he's all better so it's ok kind of a way. Do you know what else I find funny? Only our family would celebrate the day he fell off the ladder. Not the day he woke up from the medically induced coma, not the day he was sent to the floor (although that was a horrible night) or the day that he went home. I don't even know those dates. But every year on December 17th we acknowledge that dad had a head trauma. I think it's our dry, sarcastic way of saying we're glad everything turned out ok (you know, other than that lack of smell, OCD, random other side effects). I know that Katie thinks that everything bad happened in 2000 but I now think that bad things happen on December 17th. Today my friend Magan (who is 33 weeks pregnant) found out that there is something wrong with the placenta and the baby is not growing as she should be and that she may have to deliver as soon as next week. So on this now day after head trauma day, as you are recouperating from yesterday's activities please keep Magan, Sean and little Finley in your thoughts.