May 24, 2010 @ 20:12
I’m not sure of the entire theme of this wedding. Some Viking, some Roman, and last I heard the bridesmaids were going to dance down the aisle to The Time Warp, yes from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Colorful . . .
And why is it that the cakes always look lumpier in the pictures than they did in person?
May 12, 2010 @ 06:54
So this weekend the boy’s are off to their daddys for the weekend. And I? Well, I am going to cook lunch and dinner for about a hundred and fifty of my friends. With the help of about a half dozen of my best friends. Because I’ve lost my ever lovin’ mind. Plus I think it will be fun. Then next weekend is the wedding of a couple of friends for which I’m catering the dinner and making the cakes. Last weekend I did some precooking. Baked cookies and tart shells and brownies, all recipes that freeze nicely, to get a bit ahead of the game. And for the next week, I’m going to mentally try to figure out how to make the Colosseum in Rome out of sugar . . .
May 10, 2010 @ 06:06
Cake catch up . . .
May 05, 2010 @ 03:12
Live music and a slight head injury!
Tonight we went to see Bear’s orchestra concert at the high school auditorium. While talking to another parent outside on the steps, Puppy decided to see if he could do a hand stand. Classic parenting moment. Can’t move fast enough to stop it. He landed forehead down on the edge of a concrete step. But he’s tough as nails, and hardly cried at all. Very much like the shovel incident . . . It looked like a fairly simple scrape.
So we went in for the concert. Which was incredible. It amazes me every time I see Bear play. He’s gotten this strange shyness about practicing at home. He won’t practice in front of anyone. When he’s practicing in his room with the door shut I’ll mute the television or hover in the hallway to listen, but haven’t gotten to really listen to him much at home in the last year. So seeing him play is huge treat.
By the time we came out of the auditorium, however, the scrape had become a lump. Like this . . .
By the time we were almost home it had almost doubled in size and was turning a pretty ominous blue around the edges. Well, ominous to me anyway. So off to the ER we went. Which was surprisingly full of angry people for a non-full moon night. Including one person who alternated between yelling across the room at the intake staff and walking into the hall to call her bail bondsman. No . . . really . . . Little man mostly just thought he was having an adventure. We made our own Wheel of Fortune wheel drawn on a notebook and made a spinner out of an ink pen and a hair barrette from the bottom of my purse. Amazing how good at the game he is. Cheaty McCheaterson. We played the rhyme game for which Puppy has declared me the ultimate champion for thinking of a rhyme to Bankrupt. I’m telling you he’s totally into Wheel of Fortune right now.
Three hours later we saw the doctor. Pretty good turn around for an ER visit, I gotta say. No signs of concussion. I’m now staying awake for the night to make sure he doesn’t begin to vomit and to wake him every three hours. Which, thankfully, now feels just like a precaution. The lump is now back to the size it is in the picture here. And all is well. He’s gonna have an exciting story to tell at school tomorrow. Lord help, I don’t want anymore exciting stories this month. Pretty please . . .
