I posted a recipe on my blog yesterday for what reason?
- I got paid to do so by Kraft Canada?
- I felt obligated to post something not baby related?
- My mood was so-so on Tuesday?
- A super nifty message can be found in the recipe?
- Brownies make my heart flutter?
- I was forced to do so by a certain blogger?
Yes, truth be told it was number six. The infamous Brandy challenged me to post a recipe on my blog to see if anyone would comment on it. Normally I wouldn’t pull a stunt like this, but I was in a bit of a cranky mood. I solicited my blogger bud Amy for a recipe and she provided the brownie one you see posted. So yeah, I lost this bet because I figured nobody would waste the time commenting on a recipe, yet she predicted more than 40 comments would occur. It was meant as a compliment from Brandy praising my "writing" style. Anyways, I tried my best not to pad the comment number by not responding. Don’t hate me for not responding, but I will get to them… eventually.
It’s important for me to find out if I was breastfed as a child. I’m really curious if that’s why my immune system is so rock solid to this very day. I get the feeling I wasn’t breastfed and that I’m some sort of freak of nature. I’ve yet to determine this. I will call my mom to confirm.
Last night I learned how to swaddle a kid and how to make faces at humans during our parenting class. I also learned it’s not a wise idea to guzzle a can of Vanilla Coke before class because it leads to awkward noises in the belly and throat. Trust me on that one. I did tattle tale on our horrible instructor from last week’s infant cpr class we took. Yes, that’s how I roll. I like to submit feedback when it’s warranted.
Last week I asked readers to submit questions for use on a future post. Since not everyone got the chance to read the post before I started recording… here’s your chance to do it again. Ask anything you want and I just might* answer it. Stay tuned for the video answers. I may do a Fully Klothed Thursday post again tomorrow in case you’re one of those interested types, if I don’t fall asleep on the basement couch with the laptop resting on me belly.
*might = no chance in hell.