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Oh snap! Ohshitimafather (who everypony should be following and stuff, if you’re not already) nominated me for a Liebster Award!!! You might be asking yourself, “What the heck is a Liebster Award!?!” I say, Who cares!!! At least the nomination gave me an excuse to make an awesome pixel-art graphic featuring Super Mario, a Storm Trooper, and Rainbow Dash!!! Plus, it’s Friday night and I’m curled up on the couch with a tall glass of lukewarm water, listening to Kenny Loggins Michael McDonald, and answering questions and stuff!!! W00t!!!

Here are the Official Liebster Award Rules (No Purchase Necessary):

  1. Post 11 random things about yourself.
  2. Answer the questions that the nominator set for you.
  3. Create 11 questions for the people you nominate.
  4. Choose 11 20 other blogs with fewer than 200 XXXXX followers to nominate and link them to your post.*
  5. You can’t “tag back” the nominator’s blog, but leave a comment on this post with the URL of your Liebster Award post so they can learn more about you and see who you nominated! (N.B. I tried editing the above rule for clarity, but it still doesn’t make any sense to me, so whatevs.)

* I changed the numbers here because I couldn’t stop at 11 blogs. Also, I would disqualify myself and most of the people on my Liebster Award nomination list if the number was 200 followers.

11 Random Things About Me:

  1. I’m chewing gum right now.
  2. I played squash for an hour this afternoon.
  3. I’m terrible at squash.
  4. I’m actually super-shy in real life (INTJ 4 Lyfe, yo), but I am forced to be friendly and open because my job requires me to be nice and stuff. Left to my own devices, I would sit on my front stoop and yell at the moron neighbor kids All Day Long.
  5. Every vehicle I have ever owned has been black (and a Volkswagen), until I bought our new car, which is dark gray (and a Honda).
  6. I wore the same pair of jeans All Week Long.
  7. I don’t like living in the New York area. I’d much rather live in Chicago or San Francisco.
  8. I own 12 15 cameras, but I usually shoot with a Nikon D7000 or a Panasonic GF-1.
  9. I’m a terrible photographer, but I’m pretty good with PhotoShop.
  10. This is where I’m going to get married when there is Federal Marriage Equality.
  11. I would have voted for John Huntsman if he was the Republican candidate instead of What’s-His-Face Romney.

11 Questions from ohshitimafather:

Q: What do you do for a career?
A: I am a busy business lady who writes e-mails, makes pretty PowerPoint presentations, and talks to reporters when something happens at my company.

Q: Where is the farthest place you’ve traveled from home?
A: Korea? I’m not sure how far away that is from the east coast.  

Q: Where is your favorite place in the world?
A: My house. 

Q: What was your most memorable meal?
A: Crazy yummy street food in Saigon. 

Q: Do you like camping? (Cuz I hate it.)
A: I’d rather eat shards of glass than go camping. Camping is for the birds. 

Q: Do you have any tattoos?
A: I have one tattoo that extends from the top of my right forearm, goes up my right arm and shoulder, goes across my back, and down my left shoulder and arm, to the top of my left forearm. 

Q: Would you ever buy a minivan?
A: Yes. #yolo 

Q: Do you prefer to shower in the morning or night?
A: I shower once in the morning and once at night, and sometimes one or two times at mid-day, if I go to the gym. No, you’re the one who’s OCD!!!

Q: Any broken bones?
A: Just my nose. 

Q: Do you have a tip for a new parent? (Like myself.)
A: Don’t sweat the small stuff. Plus, enjoy even the awful stuff because it doesn’t last long. 

Q: Why do you blog?
A: I am trying to work through my lifelong affliction with writer’s block. Plus, in my old age, my brain has become a sieve, so I need to write shizz down so that I can remember.

11 Questions for Y’All: 

  1. With the impending end of the world-slash Zombie Apocalypse, what are the three essential items that you will bring with you to your underground bomb shelter?
  2. The New York Times or The Wall Street Journal?
  3. How did you meet your spouse?
  4. If your kid was the opposite gender of what he or she is, what would his or her name have been?
  5. Boxers of briefs? Why?
  6. What was the last great book you read?
  7. Who is your spouse-approved hall pass? (Mine is Anna Faris)
  8. What is your dream job?
  9. What is your dream job for your kid?
  10. What were the circumstances surrounding the last fist fight you were in?
  11. You’re walking down the street and you find $10,000 in a bag. It’s unmarked and it would be impossible to track down the owner. What would you do? What if the bag contained $100,000?

Blogs I’m Nominating (All Dad Edition):

Sweet Treat Smackdown: Scottish Macaroon Versus French Macaron

Forgot to mention: some of the Scottish dads were going on the other day about how Scottish macaroons “are da bomb!” and how they “beat all other macaroons hands down!” and how “Alex Salmond is a way better dancer than Hillary Rodham Clinton!” Obvs those are fighting words!  No one disses my girl Hillary, yo!

Since I wasn’t going to let the lads have the final say without a fair fight, I decided to put their claim of Scottish macaroon superiority to the test. On Sunday, I stopped by my local Scottish Food Emporium—you know, the place where I buy all of my haggis—to see if they had any Scottish macaroons. But when I arrived at the store, there was a sign in the window that read, “Gone Out of Business Due to the World’s Collective Dislike of Haggis.” Sad face.

In a pinch, I decided to whip up a batch of Scottish macaroons myself. The recipe is remarkably simple:

  • Peel, quarter, and boil two white potatoes until they are tender.

OK, let me stop right here for a second. Even though people use a fondant filling nowadays, the traditional filling for Scottish macaroons is mashed potatoes! Seriously, folks, I couldn’t make this stuff up! Now back to the recipe…

  • When the potatoes are soft, drain the water and mash the potatoes, you know, like you were making mashed potatoes.
  • Add about a cup of sugar icing to the mashed potatoes. Throw in a teaspoon or so of vanilla extract. Stir until smooth. (Truth be told, I didn’t use sugar icing. I used a Super-Special Secret Ingredient, which is way better than sugar icing.)
  • Toss the potato mixture in the fridge to cool down.
  • When the potato mixture is cool, roll it into a sausage.
  • Cut the potato sausage into three-inch pieces.
  • Melt and temper some chocolate in a double boiler. I used Scharffen Berger Extra Rich Milk Chocolate, but you can use dark or semi-sweet.
  • Dip a piece of the potato sausage into the chocolate, coating all sides, then sprinkle with a mixture of shredded and toasted coconut.
  • Voilà! Scottish macaroons!

I asked busy daddy to be the final judge and arbiter of macaroon/macaron supremacy. Busy daddy said, “There isn’t some kind of weird meat product in this, is there?” I said, It’s a creamy, delicious Scottish dessert. And busy daddy said, “You sure there isn’t intestines or anything like that in this?” I said, I didn’t make haggis, for Christ’s sake, just taste it.

The result? Busy daddy said the Scottish macaroon was “creamy,” “not at all like a potato,” and “surprisingly good.” To me, they taste kind of like a Mounds bar, except with the coconut on the outside. Would I trade my French meringue macaron for a Scottish macaroon? The answer would be, no. But I guess Scottish macaroons are awight.

EDIT: Rest assured Hazel Grey’s mum, the Scottish macaroon only looks like a crusty piece of poo, but it’s actually quite tasty!

 Grumpy-Dad said: Scottish macaroon beats all other macaroon hands down, sorry guys 🙂 p.s no it doesn’t contain haggis before you ask.

A Scottish macaroon without haggis is like Glasgow without yearlong sunshine! Which is to say, a haggis-free Scottish macaroon is obvs rubbish! Or totally normal. Hard to tell. Hrmmph.

Addiction or Withdrawal

T.G.I.F. because otherwise I’d probably blow my brains out. 

OK, I’ve had a wickedly busy week. Honestly, I’m not sure why, but I guess it’s better to be busy than to be, well, unemployed, so there’s that. You know how having a job and a life and stuff totally gets in the way of quality time on Tumblr, mindlessly scrolling through your dash and hearting stuff? Yeah.

Clearly I’m experiencing a level of withdrawal from seeing all of you lovely Tumblr peeps. Plus, apparently there’s been a bunch of shizzle going down and I don’t have any idea what it is. It’s like arriving to a party an hour late and everyone is already smashed and I brought a Jell-O mold that no one wants to eat.

Here’s how I know that this silly blog has been occupying too much of my subconscious life (if not already too much of my waking life): last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with Grumpy Dad and Maisie’s Dad. You know, just a bunch of manly dudes chillaxing, doing manly dude things.

For whatever reason I was feeling a bit like a jerk, so I asked Felix, “Dude, why did you throw Avril’s Kindle in the bath? Not cool. And Felix became all defensive and said, “Brah, it was an accident!” And then Stu said, “There are no such things as accidents.” And I said, True dat. But Felix was all, “You don’t know! You weren’t there!” But then Stu was all, “Whatever, brah.” And I said, Dude, you should probably apologize to Avril! And Felix said, “I did!” And Stu said, “Cool story, bro.”

And then I woke up.

A few things:

  • In my dream, we were drinking beer, even though in the back of my mind I was thinking, Maybe we shouldn’t be drinking beer if we’re on daddy duty, since the ladies had the night off.
  • Apparently we talk like douchebag imbeciles in my dream. And instead of an American accent, I spoke the same incomprehensible Scotticsms that we’ve come to know and love from our Scottish friends.
  • I really need to get a life. At least a non-virtual life.

Happy Friday!

I don’t know whether Stu mentioned to you or not, but yesterday as we all sat eating our lunch, we realised we had disappointed you. He said, “Oh man, Lazydad would be so disappointed right now. None of us took a picture of our lunch.” We are a bunch of greedy buggers! And for that we are all sorry :( Haha. Hope you’re well :)

Ack! I would be especially devastated if I found out that you were all sitting around eating some delicious Haggis, which I know is grumpydad’s most favorite meal of all time!

Avril, your apology I gladly accept, but Stu’s, I’m not so sure. 

Just a few points of clarification: apparently there was some high drama last night that involved the killing of rare Ocelots and eating them in a delicious cardamom broth (which is delicious, by the way, in case anyone was wondering).

Let it be known that the Busy-Lazy does not slaughter innocent, endangered animals from the luxurious security of our super-sweet Hummer. We prefer to kill precious animals the old-fashioned way: by biting off their heads and sucking out the blood from their still-writhing bodies.

Plus, our Hummer isn’t even chauffeured! And it’s not even ours, despite the fact that it is parked across the street from our house!

Fact check, much? I’ll get you, David Vienna! Otherwise, you were spot on about Grumpy Dad and Electradaddy. Kudos.