Christmas with the Daniel Family 2012-2013 Part 1

This post is very delayed due to several boring reasons, so let’s just jump on in to the first night of Christmas vacation.

I was done with work for the day so I went over to my parent’s house (dad and step mom’s house, step mom hereinafter referred to as Jane [because that is her name]) for the evening since my older sister Claire had made it in to town.  I live about ten minutes away so it’s not too hard to pop over.  I was not there five minutes before I decided “nope, not happening,” got in my car and drove home.  The night involved me walking in the door and immediately being greeted by my sister telling me something like “what are you doing here I told you not to come over tonight.”  I had brought my two dogs with me and Henry, my male dog immediately proceeded to run to the hall bathroom, pull a feminine hygiene product out of the trashcan, and run with it throughout the house.  In that moment he was the happiest dog in the world.  Jane was, to put it lightly, not thrilled.  I immediately grabbed said product out of Henry’s mouth and went to dispose of it in the kitchen trash can.  Jane screamed in horror at the thought of it being disposed of in the kitchen (God forbid!) trashcan, so I then took it back to the hall trash can and God forbid! it couldn’t go there either.  After two or three more attempts Jane ultimately had me go put it in a different bathroom trash can, which still makes no sense to me…. all the while my sister and I are uncontrollably laughing over my several attempts to throw it away followed my Jane’s shrieks.  These shenanigans caused my dad to wake up from his cat nap on the living room couch and yell at me “just go home Julie.”  I was so ticked off at what had just occurred so I decided to get the heck out of dodge.  My dad felt bad about his sleep induced tirade, so he tried to call me over and over, but I wanted to hear none of it.  I just turned off my phone, angry tweeted a bit and went to bed. (Read tweets top to bottom).

I’m not exactly sure how it came about, but due to my dad being upset about how he treated me, and him not being able to get in touch with me, somehow he discovered my twitter account and was able to confirm I was indeed alive and kicking.  According to my sister he then proceeded to read aloud my tweets regarding the evening to her and Jane.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, one truly nutso family.

Christmas day came and went, and I really don’t remember anything too exciting happening.  Well this:

and this, which actually is pretty darn amazing:

And this, Henry the dog playing in the Christmas tree and getting hooked by an ornament:


And then lastly, this:

Before I share the email I sent them, let me give some background.  My sisters and I fight like elementary school kids.  When I watch any of the Kardashian shows, I see a lot of similarities in the way they treat each other and we do.  My sisters and I have obviously never matured beyond the age of 10.  We are goofballs, we hit each other, we scream, we laugh, we gang up on another sister.  At the end of the day it’s all good.  I sent this email to them as a sort of sisterly agreement before our family vacation (a cruise, which I will explain in-depth later) so that we would all be on our best behavior for Jane.  Not 10 minutes later a screen shot of the email was posted on both of their facebooks and they had tagged me.  I never meant to share this with the world, (so pardon the typo), but apparently they thought it was funny.  Without further ado, here is said email.

cruise code of conduct

To be continued…

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