Yummy

I will update on life in our house in another post some time this week. Right now I am just taking a moment to dream. :)

I love baking! This is a great thing for the boys as they like me to bake. However, the last few months I have quit eating all sugar foods. Mainly sweets and things as I realize that plenty of healthy foods have a certain level of natural sugar. This can create a problem when one loves to bake and hates to waste. But I think I have found a way around that.

I found an Easter Bunny cake that I really wanted to try and make for Easter. It called for carrot cake and coconut. I love both of these, but I am the only one in my family who does. I needed a victim. Someone to eat the bunny once I had finished. I found a good friend that was willing to risk her waistline in order to help me in my time of need. Now that is a good friend. I was trying to get it to her Easter weekend but as you can see from my last post, life was not allowing for that. Her reward for being so patient and understanding? TWO bunny cakes. I was able to make the cakes last night and deliver them this morning. Odd though, her husband's birthday is this week. hehehehe Maybe we just planned it this way ;) So here are the cakes. I had not placed the ears on the left one yet, but he did not stay that way too long.


So I made a mistake today. I went bake to the Betty Crocker website and found other cakes I want to make. Which means I will probably be looking for more victims. So here are the cakes that I would love to make.


This pirate one screams Noah. He loves his pirates. Hidden inside is a mini peanut butter cup, which screams John. :)

pramsubull

Ok so facebook has consumed all my free time and my blog has been long neglected. My FB status has been many things the last few days, but the most consistent is ...

changing one more time cause this fits best ... 1) is going to write a book. All will say it is fiction, but I promise it all will be true :) 2) Ripley's has NOTHING on this family! ... hmm they both work.

Or I could just blame my non blogging on waiting for a realllly good story to tell. Hmmm. No matter the reason, here I am and here it goes.

We must start at the beginning of bizarre for a true appreciation but there is not enough time to go back to the date of my birth. So we will start with last week. Lets pick Thursday. I could go back further but I fear the length of this post already. John had an orthodontic appointment and I was babysitting. I was supposed to meet with someone at 12:30 to discuss babysitting their little boy. One of the little angels I was caring for had ?a rash? that could be contagious to other children her age or younger. So I called the possible new client and explained everything and suggested that we reschedule for Monday. She agreed and we planned on 12:30. This all worked out great for Thursday. Around 12:15 Noah’s neuron team calls to reschedule an appointment from June to July for Dr. Kris’ vacation. I told them this was perfectly ok with me because Noah was doing ok the last few weeks. No Joke, 20 minutes or so later his teacher calls me and says she and the guidance counselor are fearful that he just had a seizure. I run up and check on him. After making sure he is stable enough to finish his day, I leave. I email the Neuro team on Friday which results in a plan to do lab work before increasing or changing his medication.

Sunday evening at church he has another seizure, so I email the Neuro team again.

Monday (yesterday) ((has it really only been a few hours)) I go to work and then rush home with an hour to shower and clean the house before the possible new client shows up. Remember … 12:30. Well it comes and goes, no client. At 1:00 I get a call from Noah’s teacher with concerns of another seizure. I run up to check on him and make sure he is ok. It appears to be another seizure. After I know he is stable I leave only to return in an hour to pick him up at the end of the day. In between I receive an email from the Neuro team about Sunday’s seizure. So I reply back with yet another seizure report. While walking the dog with a friend, her daughter, my day reaches a whole new level. My dog scoops up a full sized dead bird (think it was a Robin). The friend and I try getting her to drop it, even pry her mouth open. But somehow in like 20 seconds or less the bird is gone. Swallowed whole. Dumb dog. So we get to school and I call the vet. We get the “wait it out” verdict. Well it’s Tuesday night around 830 and we are still waiting. Dumb dog. Later that evening Our Neuro nurse calls us and informs us that we will be adding Depakote to Noah’s treatment plan. I could write a whole other post about this drug.

So I am trying to calm down and ready myself for bed. I have no idea why I did it because I never do, but I turned on the news. This is where I heard of GM’s recall on 1.5 million cars. Guess whose car fits the year, make, and model. Yep mine. I just dumped $1100 into it last week for repairs. This was all it took to send me over the edge, sobbing, gasping for air. Did God really think I was that strong? Who knows. But He obviously got me through it. After that big cry I felt good. So I went to bed. Noah sat straight up when I walked In the room and tried saying principal. …pramsubull, prim, prassabil, prum, pramps, prespal. It was like watching a drunk trying to say Massachusetts. I needed that laugh.

On the way to work I call GM to run my VIN, as of right now my car does not have a recall. It all comes down to if I have a 3.8 v6 or not. Its a v6, but must not be a 3.8. So I go into a clients house today, Tuesday … cause my life is NOT weird enough…. And everyone is gone. This is normal. I walk upstairs to find a small child, sitting in the floor, playing…. As if this is exactly what she should be doing in a house with no one home. I call my client to make sure she had not left a child’s friend behind in the mad dash of getting 5 kids out the door. She replied with “oh no not again! It’s the neighbor’s kid. How is she getting into the house?” She hung up, called the neighbor, and they came to retrieve their child. When the mom called out for the little girl she replied with “I am right here” in a sweet tone that reeked of “I am right where I should be.” Bizarre. I attract weirdness.

Cat?

The dog does many things that makes her appear as a cat. One of which is chase laser lights around the house. Oh what fun we have. She gets upset when the "bug" gets on her humans. You might ba able to see the light in these pics if you look close enough.

Yard Work

On Monday 9/8 I did some yard work. I trimmed back one whole set of shrubs and saved another long row for another day. I love yard work. Weed eating, trimming shrubs, cutting grass. It is all fun. But not this time. The next day I noticed that my eye was starting to swell and I had some poison ivy bumps on my arm. By the time I get the kids from school and get settled enough to call the Dr. it was too late. The office had closed. My only option was the ER. I knew what I( would look like by morning. The doc pretty much yelled at me for not taking care of it sooner. Mind you she walks into the room and finds me helping Noah with homework and John sitting there. Hmm, maybe I was a little busy. Then she yelled at me for not taking something OTC. I have health issues that prevent that. She then said none of it was true and here is a script for a steroid. Oh well. However, I am glad I went. Because it got bad, quick.

Wednesday
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Saturday

Then on Saturday my landlord shows up at the door. He looks at me like I had blood pouring from my head or something. Come to find out, a neighbor had called the city and complained that the property was in disrepair. I told him the whole story and he laughed off the neighbor. He gave me orders that I am to not do a thing in the back yard ever again. He wont have to tell me twice. He finished cutting the rest of the shrubs for me.