So this is why I shouldn't make cakes.

So I make cakes. Not well, but I make them. (See HERE and HERE)It all started when I took a cake making class with Katy. Then I decided I wanted to make my nieces cake for her birthday which meant I had to learn to use fondant. The class didn't teach fondant, so I figured it out on myself. So here's the thing, I don't like cake. Like, at all. It holds no appeal for me. So in order for cake to be edible in my eyes is to drastically change a key element in the cake. And I can't change the actual cake part because it wouldn't be a . . . . cake. So I change the filling. And the really GREAT thing about the whole me-make-cakes idea is I get to decide what's in the cake. And the really SCARY aspect of the whole me-make-cakes idea is . . . I get to decide what's in the cake.



Some fillings I've done in the past are:



- a mixture of cream cheese and chocolate pudding with crumbled oreos on top

- chocolate pudding with gummy bears and worms mixed in (this one was for my nieces cake. I thought it would be fun - it kinda just confused the kids. They were like mid chew and then they were like, "What the? What IS this? candy? I thought I was eating cake . . .. " and then we had to explain they were eating both. Then they looked at us like we were crazy. And I realized they were right.



So I'm making a cake this Saturday for my niece's birthday and I'm debating what I should fill it with this time. My favorite dessert is No-bake cookies and I've seriously considered putting the mixture of no bakes as the filler. YUM. But then it would take so much time to explain to the kids that they are eating a cake and a cookie. Some things just aren't worth it.



P.S. - If this cake looks decent, I'll post pics this weekend. Don't get too excited because it doesn't look like a big possibility right now.

So my nieces and nephews came to visit

Not the greatest pic, because it's from my phone,

but notice the heart shaped ring he insisted on wearing.

My nephew Ridge is ALL boy. He loves dirt, trucks, balls, etc. But when I paint my niece Cambree's nails, he gets a little envious. He begged to get his nails painted, and when I said yes he got SO excited. I had a wide variety of colors for him to choose from (because Cambree likes a different color for every nail) but he chose black. I asked him why he chose black, and he said "It's pitty (pretty)." It cracks me up. He is so proud of his little black nails.

So . . . I did it again. No, seriously.

(click on pic to enlarge)

Some days I feel like I haven't learned anything since I was 7. Today is one of those days. I have a night-stand next to my bed that is . . . special. I got a really good price on it and thought that I had beat the system and got a quality piece of furniture for uber cheap. Yeah, not so much. As I originally started putting it together back in December most of the pieces didn't stay intact for longer than 3 minutes. I finally got it to resemble a night stand with several threats, moments of silence, and a lot of glue.

Well tonight it suddenly self-destructed and no amount of kicking it back into place worked. I decided the best way to fix it was with hot glue.

I like hot glue because:

1. It works really quick.

2. It makes me feel super crafty.

I now HATE hot glue because:

1. It works REALLY quick. Like too quick. Like so quick that you don't realize you hot glued your CURTAINS TO YOUR NIGHT-STAND before it's too late.

2. It makes me feel super crafty - as in I have delusions of grandeur and believe I can do things that normal crafty people can do.

My curtain and night-stand are now a package deal. Lovely.

So can I switch my karma with yours? Mine sucks. I mean, it's fantastic - wonderful - you will never find better karma. Now, can I please have yours?

So I work, because I have yet to find someone willing to pay me to stay home. And at work I've been working on (among many other things) a Pilot program. In order to get this off and running, I have to have a meeting with these two women at work. These women are the equivalent of my boss's boss. They are in upper management and uber busy and have assistants and all that jazz. Well, it took me 4 weeks to schedule a meeting where they are both free at the same time, and even finding that was pure luck. (This is going somewhere, I promise you . . . .) So that meeting was scheduled for today at 10am. I had everything prepared and was walking into the conference room at 9:59 when, of course, the fire alarm goes off.

. . . . . Karma