But then, to make things even worse, I tried sticking a Dalmatian candle in the brownies. I didn't know that if you stuck him in too early he'd melt into the brownie. But he did. He melted so much his head popped off. Seriously. Popped right off. Want proof? (See photo below).
But that wasn't the end of my lack of skills. I grabbed a card for Joia out of my card box, and it must have been a card I was going to send to my friend Shea for her birthday one year. (Obviously she didn't get it, thus intensifying my bad skills when it comes to celebrating events.) I know this because when I handed the card to Andrea to sign she asked me why it said Shea's name on the envelope. Oh are you serious?! Talk about tacky. Here Joia. Here's your brownies with funny letters and a melted dog with no head and a card with someone else's name on it. Shheesh. Joia, of course, was a good sport, and we all had a good laugh about it. I have friends who are so good at "celebrating people" -- they get it all just right. They send cute dalmatian cards (Rachel!) for my birthday or remember to call or whatever. That's just not me. I gave it another try and solidified my belief that I just plain stink at stuff like this. I thought that when I became a Mom I would become domestic and craftsy and creative -- welling up from deep inside me. YEAH RIGHT. I am still the same Wendi. I remain fairly good at cleaning my house but that's about it. And the house cleaning part is becoming harder since Isaac has turned into a human tornado. I swear that everything that boy walks by gets sucked up into the air and drops in a pile around him. As fast as I clean it up, the tornadoes come even faster. My other skill sets mostly surround sports, and I am not sure how those benefit anyone else.
Anyways, that's a whole 'nother topic altogether. I'm not trying to have a pity party for myself here. I know I have some other gifts and skill sets. But celebrating people is something I just don't do well. I'm good at being second-in-command, following directions for how to make an event special. But put me in charge and you see what you get -- a headless Dalmatian with a card for someone else. Sigh . . . thanks for being such a good sport Joia! Happy belated birthday.