10-4 the ex-boyfriend is gone. Over!

Posted by Felicia on 8:47 AM
Now I don't usually talk about my love life on this blog because some things I just need to have for myself, but last night begs to be told.
Last night my ex-boyfriend showed up on my doorstep unannounced. Later that night a police officer showed up at my doorstep as well. What happened? Let me fill you in!

I went to Wal-mart after work to pick something up and then came home. I made dinner and just as I put it on the table there was a knock at the door. It was the ex-boyfriend. Ex b/f and I broke up almost 2 years ago. Since then we have remained friends, more like aquaintances really, and occassionally bump into each other or he shows up unannounced like last night. I hate that. So anyway, he comes in and we catch up a little. He tells me about his new job(s) and how he is seeing this new girl at his church, and I fill him in on our vacation. After about an hour he leaves. I walk him to the door and he hugs me goodbye and kisses my forehead. (fatherly much?) Well technically I would have to be on a chair to reach him if I wanted to because the guy is a gigantic 6ft 7. Yes...6 ft 7 in. tall. I'm all of 5 Ft.3 in. So he kisses my forehead and walks out the door. Very awkward indeed. 15 minutes later there is a frantic knocking at my door and I open it to find him standing there visibly upset with his hand in his hair.
"What's wrong?" I say wondering if he has just been in an accident.

"I need to talk to you now! Come outside please and shut the door" he says demandingly.
Now I'm getting weirded out. What the hell?

"Did something happen are you ok?" I ask looking very puzzled.

He then proceeds to ask me if I could EVER see us getting back together again and wants to know how I feel about him, and tells me I'm wonderful, blah, blah, blah,nobody like you etc... and basically confronts me about how he still loves me and can't move forward unless he knows for sure whether I could never be more to him than a friend. Excuse me? Wouldn't the BREAK-UP TWO YEARS ago been any CLUE?? So anyway to sum it up I was crying because he put me on the spot and I told him no and hurt his feelings, and he said he didn't think we could be friends anymore. I hate drama.
I went back into the house crying and did what any girl would do and called up my best female buds to vent a little. I called up my friend M. No answer. Then I called my friend J. No answer. So I finally get a hold of M and vent. J calls back and we talk for a bit until the doorbell rings. I get exasperated and tell J I have to go because someone is at the door. I joke about him stalking me, and I say goodbye. At the door is my friend M who stopped over to see if I was ok. So we get to talking and the phone rings. I ignore it because I'm in the middle of a conversation with M. The phone rings once again and so I pick it up.


" Yes, hello. Is this Felicia? " says a woman's voice.

" Yes it is. How can I help you? I say wondering who the heck is calling.

"This is the police department. We just got a call from your mother."

" Oh my goodness is she ok?" I say instantly sick with fear and worry.

"Your mom called saying that your ex b/f is banging on your door harrassing you. Is he still there."

"What? My mom called you??? No, no, no. He was here earlier, but he's gone. Nothing happened.Really. Don't worry about it. Thanks!" I say as my fear turns into mortification.
" We still have to send someone out to investigate ma'am."

" Ok!" trying to sound cheery. "But everything's ok! Really!"

This whole time M is on the couch laughing. I call my mom and ask her if she called the police for me. Of course this freaks her out and she says no and inevitably, "why?" I'll call you back mom! Then I call J. "Did you call the police?" I ask. " Maybe?" She says sounding sheepish. " Why would you do that??" " Because you said he might be stalking you and then someone was banging on the door and he's HUGE and I can't leave to come see you because of the baby!!" OMG Are you kidding me?
Not seconds after I hang up with J then the police officer is trepidatiously walking up to my door asking if everything was ok. I explained what happened and he started chuckling. He spoke into his walkie talkie " Negative on the DD(domestic dispute)" I yell " Yes! Negative ghost rider! 10-4!" He took my name and said goodbye. M is about to fall off the couch from laughing so hard. I am completely red and wishing I were a puddle on the floor. This was way more drama than I needed. I sniffled and walked back into the house to blow my nose. I need a drink.

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Posted by Felicia on 12:03 PM in
It's been forever and a day since I posted,BUT, I have a note. I am sick. I feel just horrible and I am being forced to work since I used up all of my personal leave time to go to the happiest place on earth back in October. It sucks having to be cheerful when all I want to do is lay my head down even if it does cause me to "accidentally" turn off my computer and lose important work. *whine* I feel awful!
So until I feel better this picture should sum it up for Thanksgiving which featured turkey and Dance, Dance Revolution. I'll fill you in later.

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Many Thanks

Posted by Felicia on 9:11 AM
Turkey for the girls and
Turkey for the boys
My favorite kind of pants
Are corduroys
Gobble gobble goo and
Gobble gobble gickel
I wish turkey
Only cost a nickel
Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving

-Adam Sandler singing The Thanksgiving song

With thoughts of turkey and pumpkin pie swimming in my head I am ready to give thanks for the booty bounty that I have. I have no cornucopia to put it in, but I guess you could call my life one big cornucopia full of bounty. yeah! That's it!

My memories of Thanksgivings past are sweet and poignant. I remember sitting at the kids table when we were still a small enough bunch to all sit down in my grandmother's smallish house before we all had to eat buffet style because there became so many more of us. I remember my uncles in the den watching sports and us kids playing outside and sneaking into the kitchen to put olives on our fingers to eat. I remember my family sneaking into the kitchen to sneak some of the skin off of the turkey only for my grandmother to scream when the "naked" bird was presented at the table, and the laughter that followed. I remember how all of our holidays had mexican dishes like tamales, beans, chingatheras, and menudo(althought I never ate the menudo. Tripe...yuck!)
Unfortunately with the recent divorce of my grandparents those Thanksgivings are not to be anymore, and so it is hard not to look back and think about all the good times and fun we had. I can't dwell on it too much because eventually things change and we move on, and life takes over where we create our own families and start new traditions with friends. I am thankful to have them. So many do without, and I cannot complain too much because I have people to care about and love, people who care about me, a roof over my head, a job, a child who loves me even when I'm not doing so hot as a mother, and people who read this blog and offer support, encouragement, funny comments, and who make me feel good just because of who they are. So to all of you I do not know, but read this blog, and to those of you who I DO know, Thank you for making my life that much richer for having you in it. I am truly blessed and truly thankful. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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Posted by Felicia on 11:58 AM in
I think my boss is trying to keep me chubby. I think he's conspiring with his wife on this.
Every day I bring in something for lunch, and he always ends up buying me lunch, but its the psychological torture that makes me cave. Case in point, today I brought fish because I need my Omega-3s and its just darn healthy for me. My boss looks at the fish, and says " Fish? Fish? Are you serious? How about a sandwich? My treat." (It is ALWAYS his treat) I thanked him and said no, and he went out the door to pick up something for himself. He came back with a sandwich the size of Texas that smelled so good my stomach growled. He said " I bought it big enough so we could share." Awwww...gee thanks. Ass. And I stupidly caved and ate a small portion because I have no willpower whatsoever. But it was just a small portion so it wasn't horribly bad. But still....
His wife is blonde, and cute, and petite; really petite. When we met for the first time she hugged me in what I like to refer to as the " Thank you for being fat so my husband won't be tempted to cheat" hug She was utterly adorable nonetheless. Since then the sabotage has only gotten worse. Every day its something different. I don't think I've eaten this much take-out in my life. I know I can order the salads, but I HAVE NO WILLPOWER. It's a conspiracy I tell you. SO I do what I can and make him cupcakes because he's trying to lose 20 lbs. I'm supportive like that.

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Cinnamon roll cupcakes-AKA Cinnabon fakes

Posted by Felicia on 11:39 AM
New cupcakes! YUMMMMMMMM!
I got creative and decided to make something perfect for fall weather; something with cinnamon in it that would make the whole house smell good. The inspiration for these cupcakes came from Cinnabon's cinnamon rolls which are to die for fantastic. I made my own version of this in a cupcake, and boy howdy did they ever turn out good. I made 4 dozen and handed them out to my mother's co-workers, and the good people over at Geico insurance who I used to work with. They were dubbed fantastic beyond words and now I am writing it down for future reference when I open up my cupcake shop Viva La Cupcake!

All baked and ready to be frosted. See the swirls of cinnamony goodness that just makes your mouth water, and your tastes buds squench with anticipation?

All frosted and ready to be eaten!

The inside full of cinnamon, brown sugar, and butter. Did I mention they were fat free??? because that would have been a bold faced lie. If I were the lyin' type ya know? But I'm not, and they're not fat free but you can share and then its only half the fat, but these were too good to share so full fat it is!

Just to add a decorative touch,because I'm all about touches-that sounds dirty-, I added a sprinkle of cinnamon. Voila! Cinnamon roll cupcakes that taste like a Cinnabon. Glorious. I'm gonna go lick the bowl now.

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She, He, IT

Posted by Felicia on 2:03 PM
My cat Daisy Faye Buchanan is in fact....a male as evidenced by the fact that said male cat was scheduled to be neutered today. My embarrassment was evident when they asked me HIS name.

" Um....well funny story. We ...uh....his name is Daisy Faye."

*silence* Commence babbling

"We were told the cat was female and my son named her and well he would be heartbroken if we had to rename it and, and, and well I figure the cat will be gender neutral when it is fixed so, well...there ya go."

"It's ok ma'am, some guy brought his dog in named Cat. We see it all the time."

"Whew! I thought maybe you guys would have me arrested for animal cruelty, gender confusion even. haha Well, here she is...I mean he...IT...whatever. I'll pick the cat up at 5:00. I'm going to go hide now."

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Bread, W(h)ine & Cheez

Posted by Felicia on 9:25 AM
This is my new blog title. Whatcha think? It's a double entendre. First of all I love me some bread, wine, and cheese. It's pure heaven. Secondly, this blog is about my daily bread in what I see,think, opinions, views. There is the occassional whine inserted, and the cheezy goodness that I love in jokes, movies, music, etc... I think this sums it up pretty well.

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Autumn Leaves Are Falling

Posted by Felicia on 7:22 AM
“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” -Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower”-Albert Camus

Oh how I love this time of year. The colors, the scents, the cooler temperatures all combine to make me immensely happy if only for a short while because sadly it does not last long. As Robert Frost said, "...nothing gold can stay."
I took a few pictures just to preserve my memory.(Click on the pics to make them bigger)

This is my drive to work.

These next two pictures are what I see when I walk out my front door every morning. I just breathe and take it in.

This picture is the view from our office. We look directly across from the U.S. Space & Rocket Center. Look at the backdrop of colors going on there. GORGEE-US!

This last pic is the monstrosity they built for the Saturn V rocket they put on display. You have only to look at the parked cars to view the enormity of that rocket. Pretty cool view huh?

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Confliction and cha-cha

Posted by Felicia on 7:07 PM in
My spawn, and I say this with nothing but affection because this little retelling of a story he told me leaves no doubt as to whose influence he got this from, told me how he was on the playground with one of his friends when he saw a sad looking little kid.
"Mom, he was a kindergartner and he was sitting on that spiraly thing on the playground, and he looked all sad."

"Did you go up and talk to him?"

"I told my friend he looked like he was spiraling into a depression."

He laughs hysterically while I shake my head and try not to encourage him.

I don't know whether to be proud or scared. Maybe I'm both. Just so you don't think he doesn't have a heart he did go over to the kid later and asked him what was wrong. Turns out the kid didn't have anyone to play with so my son pointed out another kid he could play with who was his age. So he IS sweet, he is just also sarcastic and witty, like his mom. Now I'm really scared. And proud. I'm so conflicted.

Here's a funny video while I work this out. Please ignore the messy bedroom as I am procrastinating organizing in there.

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I'm selling t-shirts?

Posted by Felicia on 11:35 AM
After reading through the searches on my bloglog thingamadoo, I have made a snap judgement wise decision. I am changing the name of my blog.
Now of course I knew when I named it "Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner" that I was referencing a cinematic piece of dialogue from an all too favorite classic american movie. (The fact that I just called a movie from 1987 a classic suddenly makes me feel old) I loved that line when I saw the movie because it spoke volumes, and I identified with it. Ok, well not in 1987 because , well I was only 13 and why would my highly dramatized teenage angst make me feel a kinship to Baby Houseman just because my mom said I was SOOOOO not allowed to wear makeup until I was 15???? Haha...where was I? Oh yeah, well, it wasn't until post-divorce and several life experiences later that I TRULY knew what that line implied, and so when I started this blog I thought it was fitting with my new take on life. Enter searches.

Google search: Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner T-shirt
Very popular line. I have no doubt that wearing it on your chest is a bold statement. But I do not in fact sell these. Sorry. But here is where you can buy these fabulous shirts.

Google Search: Nobody Backs Baby Into a Corner
Not exactly right, but close enough.

Google search: Baby in a corner.
Dude! Why are you putting your baby in a corner? You have to wait till they are at least 12 months old.

Google search: Baby Corner
I am guessing they were looking for a a department store for baby stuff or a place where they sell babies on corners. Where can I get one?

Google search: Nobody puts babies into a corner.
Not that I know of, but they have been put into flower pots.

So...I figured I would change the name to avoid this popular pop-culture saying.
I am giving this some thought and will come up with something between now and the weekend. Or, I can always just keep the name and start selling t-shirts. If you can't beat 'em...join 'em?

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Iced glass

Posted by Felicia on 9:59 AM in
Funny thing happened yesterday. I swallowed glass.
Yeah, glass. We went out to eat at a nearby restaurant. I order an unsweet tea(you have to say UNSWEET here in the south or they add 2 cups of sugar to your glass)and take a sip. Yum! I pick a crouton off of my son's salad, and take another sip and swallow. Ouch...maybe I didn't chew the crouton thoroughly enough. I swallow again. Ouch! That hurt. I pick up my glass and swirl the spoon around and notice a 2 1/2 inch piece of broken glass swimming around with the ice and a couple of shards at the bottom with the lemon seeds. Uhhhhh, Waitress? There's a fly in my soup...uh I mean glass in my drink. The girl looked startled and took it away and not 30 seconds later the manager appeared. She wanted to call an ambulance, but I was ok. It just felt like I needed to clear my throat a lot, and it DID scratch it a bit, but nothing major;I wasn't coughing up blood or anything. Besides, it couldn't have been terribly big because it fit through the straw. Still, it freaked me out a bit, and my son started crying afraid that something bad was going to happen to me. The girl came over and asked if I wanted another iced tea. Uh..negative ghost rider. No thanks. She got the hint and brought me a bottled water. Smart girl.
Needless to say I didn't want to eat just then so they took care of the check, threw in a dessert, and gave me a business card with numbers on it so they could take care of the medical bills should it be necessary to seek medical attention.

I felt bad for them. It wasn't intentional and they were a little freaked out about it, but they were very apologetic and took care of us. Still...glass in my drink? Now I won't be able to drink anything without checking it out first.

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Life lessons I learned from my kitties

Posted by Felicia on 9:07 AM in
Get outside and enjoy nature.

Daydream. It does wonders for the soul.

Treat yourself to the good stuff sometimes.

Sometimes you just have to let it all hang out.

Make your voice be heard!

Make time for play.

Don't be afraid to look ridiculous. It keeps you humble.

Be helpful to others.

Cuddle with someone you love whenever you can.

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7 random things about little ol' me

Posted by Felicia on 11:05 AM
1. I cannot sleep with any type of long pajama pants or socks on my feet. I get way too hot, and then end up waking up to take them off which makes me cranky. The exception to this rule is if I am camping in cold weather then bring on the pants and socks.

2. My grandmother once made me a peanut butter & jelly sandwich when I was little by putting the peanut butter on a slice of bread and then putting the jelly on top of the peanut butter instead of on the other slice of bread. I got really upset and started crying. She never made me another peanut butter and jelly sandwich after that.

3. I don't like watching horror movies because of all of that violence and gore. They make me sick to my stomach and I end up feeling horrible for hours after. I do however like "ghost" movies, and suspense.

4. I once got pushed into the water on a log ride at Knott's Berry Farm when I was 5 yrs. old. We were waiting for the "log" so we could get in, and a maintenance man accidentally bumped me sending me flying into the water. I got a new outfit. When I was babysitting my friend's daughter we went to the botanical gardens and she fell into the fish pond trying to touch a fish. I bought her a new outfit. Lesson: Fall into water;get a new outfit.

5. I twirl my hair whenever I get nervous or feel bad or I am anxious about something.

6. I got my little 15 yr old heart crushed by a boy named Matt Neznanski in the 9th grade. He told everyone on the bus he had no desire to go with me to the school dance...EVER! I was so embarrassed, and I cried all night that night. Matt, if you're out there and reading this...you suck! (I'm still a little bitter over that.)

7. I have about 25 different lipsticks and lip glosses in my makeup case. It's a sickness, I know.

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Three Things

Posted by Felicia on 9:33 AM
I am unofficially doing this Naplomoscmomo thing and am trying to post daily. Forgive me for stuff like this, but its also a good way for me to keep this and look back for future reference in case I lose my memory.

Three things
A bunch of questions in groups of three.

01 | Spiders
02 | Clowns
03 | Violence

01 | Steve-always corny, always fun
02 | Rachel-witty, and remembers everything funny she sees or hears
03 | Jasmin-Sarcastic like me

01 | My son
02 | Books
03 | Travel

01 | Waiting
02 | Traffic
03 | Being Broke

02 | Negative people
03 | Tattoos

01 | Cell phone
02 | Tea mug
03 | Water Bottle

01 | Typing
02 | Listening to music
03 | Trying to look busy

01 | See the pyramids of Egypt
02 | Go on an archealogical dig
03 | Travel around Europe

01 | The splits
02 | Cartwheel
03 | Look busy when I'm not

01 | Happy
02 | Fun-loving
03 | Friendly

01 | Whistle
02 | Sew
03 | Stay organized

01 | Your parents
02 | Your intuition
03 | Warnings on labels- DO NOT DRY YOUR HAIR IN THE SHOWER

01 | Gangster rap-so negative and degrading
02 | Your intoxicated friends telling you something is a good idea
03 | Whining

01 | Pasta Milano-Macaroni Grill
02 | Steak-medium
03 | English muffin with butter & honey

01 | Spanish
02 | How to be more patient
03 | How to stop procrastinating

01 | Tea
02 | Water
03 | Coke

01 | Doogie Howser M.D.
02 | Who's The Boss
03 | Beverly Hills 90210

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Memory Lane

Posted by Felicia on 5:42 AM
I was digging through some stuff in the closet and came upon some old photos that had apparently seperated themselves from the safety of their photo boxes. They made me laugh and so I thought I would share.

This is my grandmother in the late 40s. She was a hottie! Her name is Lolita. It fits. Whatever Lola wants...Lola gets...

14 months old and playing dress up while carrying a purse. This would set the stage for later purse purchases. They learn early I tell ya.

This is me at age 5 with my sister and my cousin. What is up with all the pics turning red from the 70s?

1986 6th grade graduation. I puffy hearted the movie Sixteen Candles and just flat out adored Molly Ringwald. Remember the last part of the movie when she's at the wedding? Oh yeah...totally did my hair like hers AND had a freaking wreath of flowers in my hair. Because I'm classy like that. Ethereal even. Retarded definitely.

And the piece de resistance is this little photo op my mom couldn't pass up. Apparently on Christmas mornings I had a penchant for removing all of my clothes so I could wear anything new I got from Santa. Oh but yes. I don't do that anymore. I'm much more ladylike now. Oh hush up and quit staring! Like YOU never did anything wierd as a kid. Geesh

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Music to my ears

Posted by Felicia on 11:27 AM
Anyone who knows me well...ok...just knows OF me probably is aware of the fact that music is like air to me. I NEED IT, CRAVE IT, LOVE IT. I have music of all kinds like opera, musicals, country, rap, heavy-metal, pop, rock, jazz, blues, etc....I glean a little bit from almost every genre.I may not be a complete fan of any particular genre I just like what I like. My collection is eclectic to say the least. On my iPod the playlist reads like a Billboard chart for the last 50 years. Not counting the classical music from the 1700-1800s. Beethoven! Respect! So when I read Nanette's blog about a random shuffle on the ipod I decided to share my own. These are 10 songs that came up in order when put on shuffle.

1. Your Song-Sung by Ewan MacGregor from Moulin Rouge.
I love this song because for one its a musical, and second, it's Ewan MacGregor. 'Nuff said.

2. Beloved-Minnie Driver
When I saw Minnie Driver had a CD out I first thought,* oh great another celebrity actress that thinks she can sing.* But when I heard this song I really, really liked it. The girl CAN sing. I am going to church to repent my judgemental ways.

3. Beautiful Disaster- Jon McLaughlin
If you have not heard this guy yet go download it, or buy it, or listen on Amazon.com because this guy is easy on the eyes. Oh yeah...his music rocks too. If I had a song to describe me this would be it.

4. Come on Eileen- Dexy's Midnight Runners
FUN! FUN! 80s FUN! This song is the epitome of the 80s for me, and whenever I listen to it I am in a good mood.

5. What I Cannot Change-Leann Rimes
This song sounds so different than what she has done before. It's beautiful and haunting.

6. Think About Your Troubles- Harry Nilsson
This song is from a record he did called The Point. It was a musical storytelling from the 70s. My uncle played this for us in the car, and whenever I hear it it takes me back to childhood.

7. I Don't Feel Like Dancing-Scissor Sisters
It's like The BeeGees, and Abba, and Queen had a baby and this is what it sounded like. The song is fun and makes me smile.

8. Hey There Delilah-Plain White Tees
Such a sweet song. I was hooked after the first listen.

9. Family Affair-Mary J. Blige
I cannnot not shake my booty when I hear this. Yes, it's probably highly inappropriate to shake your booty at the Dr.'s office. Don't ask.

10. Sunday Morning-Maroon 5

As you can see...very random, very eclectic, very me.

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The early bird catches the profits

Posted by Felicia on 12:26 PM
Already since Halloween I have seen christmas lights go up, garlands arranged on porches and I heard the first Christmas song on the radio. WTH? I swear it comes faster each year. Pretty soon we will see them put stuff out in July. But come on...Christmas songs before Thanksgiving? Now I do love Christmas, but I hate when they start too early, and skip over every other holiday just to sell stuff.Love each holiday for what it is..not as a precursor to Christmas. Live in the NOW. That's all we have. Stupid retailers.

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PB&J Cupcakes

Posted by Felicia on 12:10 PM in
Ok...remember the cupcakes I told you about? No? Well scroll down and then come back up here. I'll wait........All done? Ok cool. I decided to start sampling recipes and I made a PB&J cupcake today. It rocks! Here are the pics.

I started with a white cupcake base to mimic white bread. Even though I NEVER use white bread to make sandwiches. No fiber.(says the girl making the fiberless cupcakes)I'm a dichotomy like that. SO anyways, I filled it with a berry fruit filling. Lookin good!

Then I put its top back on. Waste not want not.

Then I frosted it with a crunchy peanut butter frosting I whipped up. Crunchy is good. I can make it creamy for all of you non-crunchy fans.

A peek inside when you bite into it.

Voila! Peanut Butter & Jelly cupcakes. Yum!

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Adventures in cake

Posted by Felicia on 8:10 AM
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too....just kidding.(Name that song!) I can't play an instrument to save my life. I can, however, make cakes. Oh but yes!
It started out innocently enough. I told my pastors wife I was going to make her a birthday cake because I just bought this cake decorating book. It turned out pretty darn good for my first try. It escalated from there. Within 2 months I had my first wedding cake gig. Color me surprised. The pastor's wife had told this couple that I make cakes, and since they had not chosen a wedding cake yet that they ought to try me. " But I've never made a wedding cake before!" I protested. "We trust you." they said and they made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. So what did I do? I picked up some more books, practiced my frosting techniques, and 2 months later...a wedding cake to be proud of. Since then I have made many more through word of mouth and such and its been really fun. But now I want to get into cupcakes because honestly, we don't have any cupcake bakeshops here, and well....I'd like to do it. We HAVE cupcakes but they are the usual garden variety you get as an afterthought at grocery stores, and Wal-marts. I want to get on the gourmet cupcake bandwagon and introduce North Alabama to some mighty sinful flavors. Start my own business so to speak. Whaddya think? Now to find out how to get a monstrous business loan.

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Why some animals eat their young

Posted by Felicia on 10:09 AM
No one ever said parenting would be easy. No one ever said parenting mostly by yourself would be as hard or as rewarding as it is. Wait...what reward? A trophy? A free vacation to some tropical islands? Nyet! The reward doesn't come until much later. When they are grown. And have they're own spawn to parent, and they give them a hard time. Then the rewards come. Things like payback, and gratitude...for not killing them when they were young.
I had to call my mother and apologize for being heinous when I was a kid. She laughed.
"Hey mom? I'm sorry if I ever gave you a hard time when I was a kid."
She laughs. "What did he do?"
"He's pretty lucky I didn't decide to sell him on the black market to a sweatshop in Honduras. Was I ever that bad?"
"Yes. And in fact I did sell you one time, but they brought you back."
"Ha ha...funny. Don't quit your day job."
"You had your moments. I just made sure to pass on the mother's curse. The...I hope you have kids that act just the way YOU do! It doesn't have immediate results, but it eventually pays back two-fold."
"Great. I have to wait at least 25 years for this?"
"Sucks to be you."

The boy had a meltdown of all meltdowns recently, and it took every ounce of my willpower to not put him on the curb with a for sale sign on him. Now normally he is a dramatic person anyways, but this time he was bucking for best dramatic actor. And all of it started over me telling him to go outside and get some fresh air for 30 min. Heaven forbid! He balked, he cried, he screamed and yelled. He said "You can't just boss me around like this!" Uh what? I suddenly thought of Bill Cosby's special where he says, " I brought you into this world, I'll take you out." Needless to say he got in some major trouble, and the day did not end well. It pretty much ended with me being dubbed the Meanest mom in the world. And I mean it!!
Then I have mornings like today where he wakes up and does everything he is supposed to without prompting, without tears, and even manages to smile and be happy despite his anti-morning personal philosophy.
I look at my alarm clock and it reads 6:50am. No sounds in the house.
"Are you awake?" I call out.
"I'm brushing my teeth"
"Cool! Rock on!"and I hit the snooze button again.
I finally get out of bed, and he is ready to go to school. All by himself.
"Have a good day sweetie."
He heads out the door, and flashes me his megawatt smile. " I love you mom. Have a good day too."
Ok...so I may not get the reward of gloating for another 25 years, but I have that. I have the love of that little boy. I think I'll keep him. For now.

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Halloween 2007 Recap

Posted by Felicia on 7:46 AM
Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold. ~Judith Olney
I love Halloween. But it's like you get to the point where you have one too many beers and all you want is for the room to stop spinning and to go to bed so you don't feel like throwing up.The costumes,the haunted houses, the scary movies,candy everywhere. For dinner, breakfast,and snack because you get a little tired of hearing the whining, and really...it only comes once a year and its not like you do it all the time. Well except at Christmas, oh and Valentine's Day, and oh yeah Easter. Wait...where was I going with this? Oh yeah...it only comes once a year. So now we have a enough candy to last through Armageddon. Because what's armageddon without bite-size snickers and kit-kats? Where did I put that bag?

We started the festivities on Tuesday night with pumpkin carving and making caramel popcorn balls.
My son is smiling because I gave him a knife.I'm a good mom like that. He always smiles when he wields sharp, pointy objects. He's such a boy. After this shot I gave him a pair of scissors and told him to run outside for a little bit.

It's coming along. Guts galore.

The finished Jack O'Lantern.
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Once we finished with the carving we made caramel popcorn balls. From scratch! I am Martha Stewarting this thing. Respect!

Our kitty Daisy Faye was like...what? food? Let me see! She is all about hanging around the kitchen.

We costumed up and headed to our friend's house to mooch off of their neighbors because our neighborhood is devoid of enough children to do any real damage. The boy was Capt. Jack Sparrow this year from Pirates of the Carribean movie. Arrrrrrgggghhhhh!
He refused to smile because ummm...Mom? Pirates don't smile. But he has good teeth. So not like a pirate.

There are some mighty cute kids out there, and some of the costumes were really creative, and some were just hmm...well.. Am I the only one that thinks that young girls are dressing WAY TOO SEXY? I saw girls as young as 7 wearing highly inappropriate flesh-baring, sexy costumes. What is up with that? What happened to innocence? I blame the designers,AND the parents because hello! They are buying the costumes. It's just sad.
We had fun, but halloween just isn't what it used to be. I understand the importance of being safe and all, and I'll be the first one to admit I am overprotective to a degree, but it's the wackos that ruined all the scary fun from years past. Half the fun was in the mystery of everything. This quote says it best.
Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore. ~Lauren Springer
I digress...it's still a fun time of year.
We got home and were ready to hit the hay. Overkill. I'm old.

SO tell me...what did everyone else do for Halloween?

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