Good things...
I went on strike Wednesday night. Darrin’s meeting was canceled and he was actually home at a reasonable hour. Since I had the day from hell, I told him I quit and that he was in charge for the rest of the night. He cleaned the kitchen, the TV room and vacuumed. Vacuumed! I think I will strike more often.. My mom and I were on the phone this morning, talking about the glory of the stay at home mom. She recalled that in the early 70s, “housewives” really did go on strike. She said they were out on the street corners with their signs, the whole deal. I think this is a wonderful idea. I plan on painting my picket signs later this afternoon. Care to join me?
But taking a cue from revoked soul, I’m only going to write about the good things in my life right now, rather than whine about what’s wrong. So...
Last night was my cake class...Course 2, class one. She asked if I’d been making cakes and I told her a little about what I had going and what I had done. “You’re doing better than I am,” she said, rather sadly. I wished I hadn’t said anything. But I still can’t help being excited! Off the Hawaii cake, I have another cake to do for next weekend. The reunion cake
got me a graduation cake for next May (if they remember, anyway), the Comedy/Tragedy cake got me another birthday cake for that same group
and for this weekend I have a dump truck cake to get done for Sunday. I talked to the lady that wants the wedding cake for September and she wants cheesecake for 150 people...guess I’m going to have to start practicing cheesecake. I’ve never made one before. Any good recipes? I’m going to have to start pretending like I know what I’m doing. If I could fool people into thinking that I should be working in a bank and handling their money, surely I can convince people that I am the ideal choice to make their special occasion cakes.
On the drive home last night, I got stuck in a storm; hail, rain, lightening, thunder. I was pretty sure I was going to be whisked away in a swirling tornado. It was such a relief to finally get home. We’ve had tornado warnings just about everyday for a week. We’re supposed to be
prepared for severe weather again today. Actually, I quite like it. Not the tornados so much, but the rain and thunder.
Anyway, I need to get started on the truck cake while the kids are relatively under control... and before I forget my pact to only talk about what’s good and bright and shiny.
But taking a cue from revoked soul, I’m only going to write about the good things in my life right now, rather than whine about what’s wrong. So...
Last night was my cake class...Course 2, class one. She asked if I’d been making cakes and I told her a little about what I had going and what I had done. “You’re doing better than I am,” she said, rather sadly. I wished I hadn’t said anything. But I still can’t help being excited! Off the Hawaii cake, I have another cake to do for next weekend. The reunion cake
got me a graduation cake for next May (if they remember, anyway), the Comedy/Tragedy cake got me another birthday cake for that same group
and for this weekend I have a dump truck cake to get done for Sunday. I talked to the lady that wants the wedding cake for September and she wants cheesecake for 150 people...guess I’m going to have to start practicing cheesecake. I’ve never made one before. Any good recipes? I’m going to have to start pretending like I know what I’m doing. If I could fool people into thinking that I should be working in a bank and handling their money, surely I can convince people that I am the ideal choice to make their special occasion cakes.
On the drive home last night, I got stuck in a storm; hail, rain, lightening, thunder. I was pretty sure I was going to be whisked away in a swirling tornado. It was such a relief to finally get home. We’ve had tornado warnings just about everyday for a week. We’re supposed to be
prepared for severe weather again today. Actually, I quite like it. Not the tornados so much, but the rain and thunder.
Anyway, I need to get started on the truck cake while the kids are relatively under control... and before I forget my pact to only talk about what’s good and bright and shiny.