Monthly Archives: June 2011
My Aunt Rayna and I were talking about cake a few months ago. At that time, we were talking about carrot cake, but I looked up some recipes after that conversation for other kinds of cake.
Yesterday, I wanted cake. I looked up recipe after recipe. I wanted one that used a cake mix and I found a few, but none of them were exactly right. I combined a few and came up with this:
Courtney’s Baby Food Cake
- 1 White Cake Mix
- 1/2 Cup Sugar
- 4 Eggs
- 12oz Baby Food Fruit
- 1/2 Cup Vegetable Oil
Last week, I posted about the Westboro Baptist Church. It was a long post with links pointing to things that made and backed up my post. That post disappeared. I don’t know why or where it went, but it’s gone.
At first, my feelings were hurt and I was furiously angry. I was so angry, that when I went to do my Blog Talk Radio show on Tuesday and discovered the fact that it was missing, I couldn’t go on. It was the bulk of what I had planned to talk about, for one thing. The other thing is that I previewed the post, saved the post, posted the post, and then I went to the post to check it when it was live. I know it posted.
So, I had to decide what to do. I have decided that I will not rewrite the post. I said all I wanted to say and it was perfect in every way. I can’t recreate it, so I won’t try. I’m moving on.
I liked them both, but they were totally different types of book. Devil’s Food Cake Murder is a good story, with a medium pace, and RECIPES!
Demon Marked was face paced, sexy, and had a lot of attitude. This is not a book for your mother. Unless, of course, your mother is a foul mouthed, sexually open, demon lover.
Wednesday afternoon, after I picked up Max from school, I met my mother for lunch at Eggstyle Breakfast in Oldsmar. We arrived at 12:30pm, so I was surprised to see that there was only one table with customers. We were immediately seated and presented with menus.
Our server was very nice, but when I asked if sweet tea was on the menu she said they were “out for the day.” I found this odd because this is Florida. I have never been told that a restaurant was out of sweet tea. I’ve been told that they don’t serve it, but to simply stop making it at any point during food service is, in my opinion, bizarre.
I opted for a cup of coffee instead. (If you order off the lunch menu your meal comes with coffee or tea.) Our party had three people in it. The restaurant had two other tables filled by this time and they had two visible servers. I am still not sure why in a restaurant with so few patrons and plenty of staff for them we had to wait 10 minutes to have two coffees and a Sprite shuttled over.
After we ordered our food it took another 15 minutes, but it was obvious that my Turkey Chowder had been sitting. The top inch of soup was cold. After stirring the mixture became lukewarm and edible. My mother was furious that I wouldn’t send the soup back, but I don’t do that. It was communicated to the server that the soup was cold and she did offer to warm it up.
My and I ordered the Reuben’s off the lunch special menu. The sandwiches were really good, not Schnickel Fritz good, but good anyway. The sandwich was served with fries which were practically room temperate and low quality. They had a very gritty feel to them.
Everything on the lunch special menu is $8.95 and includes coffee or tea, soup, and dessert. The dessert was very good. It was a crepe with fruit and chocolate sauce. It was very good.
I can’t suggest that you visit Eggstyle Breakfast. The service was bad without reason. The food was served cold. It feels like a sinking ship. There was no manager visible to assist or keep things moving. Every time a customer walked in the servers seemed surprised, but they did nothing to retain the few customers that did come.
Today, after a year of complete and utter hair neglect, I am getting a hair cut.
Which one, you say? All of them and a lot.
After I had Jack a magical and mystical thing happened to me. I started to bald. No. Seriously. I looked like what would happen if Bruce Willis had attempted to be The Highlander. So much of my hair was falling out that in two months time I had clogged the tub drain, broken the vacuum, and was sporting these totally rad racing stripes ON MY HEAD!
Apparently, this is all normal and due to the changing levels of hormones in a woman’s body after giving birth. As a matter of fact, hair loss itself is completely normal. It’s present in 40% women. We just don’t talk about it. It’s embarrassing. I say Jennifer Aniston should rock the bald look. Natalie Portman did it. Granted, Natalie Portman has a very melon-y head shape and not a shred of fat on her face.
At any rate, it’s time for me to ditch my long locks and let my short hair shine. I’ll admit the timing might have something to do with the fact that I live in Florida and we’ve officially started the insane summer weather.
The hair cut that I want is something between this:
I’m a little worried that my new hair growth will be really obvious, but I will let the stylist know about it and hope for the best. I’ll post again later so that you can see the transformation!
This weekend has been plagued by mouth pain. Tonight, I looked up home remedies. Here they are:
-Mashed up crackers
-Hot Tea in a few variations
-Ice cold water
-Narcotics (Seriously. Someone suggested that as a home remedy.)
The peanut butter and cracker remedies work by stuffing the affected area and keeping it from having access to air.
Whiskey works for obvious reasons.
The hot tea was suggested in the standard liquid form, but it was also suggested that instead of throwing out the tea bag you should place the used bag on the affected area. Some folks swore by herbal tea, but one person said regular orange pekoe will do.
The cold water apparently works on a very temporary basis. The person who suggested this said the relief lasts about 45 seconds and then the pain is more intense than it was originally.
I went with the tea. I drank it and I used Tension Tamer. It still hurts a little, but I’m relaxed now.
Ten years ago, last Wednesday, I waddled to work. I worked about half a day and the wonderful ladies (and the one gentleman, Carl) gave me a surprise baby shower. It was so unexpectedly thoughtful. One of the women made me a baby blanket. She knitted it for me. These women only knew me in a work capacity. They knew I was not coming back, but they made the day special anyway.
I expected to have two weeks to nest and get ready for the baby, but before that could happen I had a doctor’s appointment. I drove my little 1985 Ford Escort Wagon over. When it was my turn to be seen the doctor got a very surprised look on her face. She asked me what my plans for the night were. I said that we would probably grab some dinner. She proclaimed that I was eight centimeters. She looked triumphant. I looked confused. I hadn’t really done any reading or video watching. I didn’t take Lamaze. I didn’t know what she meant.
I was informed that we would be having a baby tonight. This was unfortunate. I had planned to watch the Lamaze video that weekend, but it was too late now. WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO? Nobody had told me the breathing secret yet!
I met my husband at home and we rushed around packing the overnight bag and calling parents. We took a moment to pop the VHS in, but the video was apparently from the 70’s and I’m pretty sure everyone was high. It was too slow for us so we decided we’d have to wing it.
Later that evening, after we’d learned that the only secret to breathing is making sure you do it, we held our baby boy. He was named Max after his father. He was, and remains, absolutely beautiful and perfect.
Please visit http://theyoungcon.com/ where these ridiculous, yet popular misconceptions are corrected.
This song is specially dedicated to “Mike.” The youngest conservative I know.
What I love about this is the links at the end of the video. Check them out.