It is my home, my neighborhood, and my history. It is what I am and where I came from. Embarrassing? Yes Boring? Never

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

10 Cakes

I have had a couple requests for the lists of cakes that were at the shower, so here they are, and yes I made them all.......

1. Red velvet - with pink tinted butter cream icing
2. Banana, with banana filling, and whipped cream icing flavored with my homemade vanilla
3. Tres Leches- "Three Milks" - a rich custard cake, with fresh whipped heavy cream, and topped with blueberries, red raspberries, and blackberries (this is like the new thing on the food network)
4. New York Cheese cake topped with cherries
5. Black Forrest, which had dark chocolate, cherry filling, and vanilla bean cream
6. Yellow butter cake, with chocolate butter cream frosting
7. Coconut, which is white cake and coconut frosting
8. Carrot bundt cake with cream cheese icing
9. German chocolate, which is the milk chocolate cake, filled and topped with a cooked Carmel pecan and coconut icing, wrapped in a thick milk chocolate gnash
10. a 4 layer bride cake, alternate with strawberry sour cream and french vanilla layers, filled with strawberry preserves and topped with a sweetened whip cream icing and of course the Barbie Doll

Monday, June 27, 2011

Showered with Love

Got to admit I may not have given my daughter the perfect life, I may not ever have been the perfect mother, but for one brief moment, i gave her the perfect shower. I could not have been more proud of my friends, my family and my children. if this is any preview of the wedding to come, I am so excited!


Thursday, June 2, 2011

Left of Legal

So The Sasquatch is at the gas station last night on his way home from work, he pays for the gas, which is always unsettling, and pumps it, then glances inside the car and sees his keys and phone laying on the seat. About the same time as he realizes the doors are locked.


He cannot call Angel, because his phone is trapped in the car, resting beside his keys. He cannot use a payphone because they no longer exist. He goes back inside, he explains the situation, which although is embarrassing, is probably not the worst thing a gas station attendant has ever heard, and reluctantly , and possibly only because he is large and someone intimidating, they allow him to use their phone. He calls his dear girlfriend.

She is shopping at the mall, her phone rings, she glances at the caller ID, does not recognize the number and drops the call to voice mail.

He realizes she has just put him to voice mail, and tries to leave a message that expresses the urgency, but since he is standing in a crowded gas station, does not involve screaming and cursing.

She continues to shop.

He also realizes he cannot call anyone else because he does not have any other numbers in his head, only in the phone memory, which again is in the locked car.

She gets this felling that since that odd number left a message, that maybe she should listen.

Panic ensues.

She calls Fat Cat –who snags a wire hanger (thank god we still use them, “No more wire hangers” is not something we have ever said) from the closet, grabs the wire cutters from the kitchen table (where I was using them to make flower arrangements- another story). And bolts out the door to his white horse to save the day (okay not a white horse, but a bashed up 2004 minivan, that could be mistaken for a salvage vehicle)

Sasquatch is still awaiting – no clue if Angel got the message, no clue who else to call because no one else would be home nor close.

Angel is racing home to get the other set of keys, because she has no faith that a coat hanger can open a car door.

Fat Cat arrives, hops out, wiggles in the coat hanger, and pops open the door.

Sometimes it makes me a little nervous that his talents are slightly left usable in the law abiding world, but none the less, he did manage to be very efficient.

Then they took us out for chicken. Perfect!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


How do you know when you are overwhelmed and should just go home? When you are getting ready for lunch to start, and decide to go to the restroom, and notice that you have two DIFFERENT socks on, (not only in color but in the pattern) and they show because you are wearing flats. That is how. GRRR

Also Angel has a series of buttons that she wears for work (I believe they actually call them ‘flare’) and she has them from all over and gets them from all over, and sometimes she just gets a bag of them, and has to go through them because some are not ‘family friendly’ – so she has one that says ‘NO TALENT ASS CLOWN’

Okay I have no clue what that means, but it is just hysterical and I cannot stop saying it (in my head, because I can’t really say it out loud at work ) and then just loosing it (out loud)

So after the mismatched socks and the bursts of laughter so violent that pop just erupts from my nose, I think my co workers believe me to be insane. Or maybe I am just a ‘no talent ass clown’