Cakes of the Week

Top: A spa themed cake for a friend's Arbonne party.
Middle: A Mother's Day cake for a friend.
Bottom: Saturday's "homework" assignment.

Wasting Time

It is amazing what lame and fruitless activities one can find when they are trying to avoid doing something very unexciting but necessary. For example, I have the go-ahead to finish the last 2 chapters of my thesis, after a year of hard work and red tape. Yet, I find myself filling my last three days with: making clotted cream and scones, cleaning the entire house, framing pictures, blogging, reading about the election on msn.com, answering questions on yahoo!answers, sorting mail, watching tivo'd reality shows (Jason Castro needs to leave American Idol tonight- Seriously!), laundry, and playing with the dogs. In fact, in the last three days I have only left the house for a total of 15 minutes, and that was to show Kent where the post office was.

So friends, I need your prayers. I need divine intervention and I need it quick! Tell me what a ridiculous loser I am for doing nothing all day, everyday, and how stupid I am for wasting valuable time! Blah! I so want to finish this thing!

In fact- I think that I should not blog until I have completed AT LEAST one of the two chapters. If I added up all the time I spent on this computer, and had sat down and worked on the paper, I would be near done. So, I am making a commitment to ignore this blog until I have made progress.

Until... Who knows when.

The Rain Promotes Creativity

Yesterday while it rained, I decided to finish framing some family photos. I used wallpaper and wrapping paper to cover the white frame mats, and I think they turned out cute. They are going upstairs in the hallway.

Photos are (L to R): My Alfred Eisenstaedt picture, Kent's mom Jenny on a horse as an early teen, My mom Kathy hoola-hooping around age 4, Grandma Jo and Grandpa Claude in 1951, Kent's grandfather John Cotton with Sophia Loren in the 1950's?, Kent and I on Halloween 2006 as a WW2 paratrooper and Rosie the Riveter, and Kent's grandfather again.

When It Rains It Pours

Yesterday it rained- no, POURED- for 12 straight hours. At 3:00 in the morning Kent and I both woke up to loud thunder and bright white lightning, and realized that Kent's Jeep was parked outside, with the top off. So after putting the car in the garage, we just laid in bed listening to the thunder. Sophie had the chihuahua shakes all night, which she always gets when there is thunder and lightning. It rained all night, all morning, and into the afternoon. Our yard was a massive puddle, so I thought I would go out for some puddle stomping.