Seeping Icing From My Pores

Seriously, I just got out of the bath, and I still have turquoise creases in my wrists. That's after washing my hands, oh...I'd say...100 times during this process.

Back when I made my dad's birthday cake, Kacy asked me what I was going to do for her birthday cake. I knew I'd probably make one, but hadn't gotten an idea until she said that her party would be a 'Barn Party' in Tyler. Then it just all made sense and I began planning my project. The design was still up in the air as of earlier this week, but when Kacy told me about her new pearl-snap she bought for the shindig, I was inspired.

Let me say, that I completely underestimated the monstrosity of this thing, but it was fun to do, even if it didn't come out perfect. Here it is: double-layer white cake with butter cream frosting on the bottom and a double-layer chocolate guitar cake with butter cream frosting.




So this is cake number three under my belt. Maybe with, oh... a few hundred more, I'll have better tweaked my skills.

Barn Bash

Tomorrow, I will be heading out to good 'ole Whitehouse, Texas to be attending THE OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY BARN BASH, celebrating Kacy's 30th birthday!

I can't wait for this adventure and the stories that will come out of it. She sent an email with pictures and descriptions of others who will be attending just to warn us.

With personalities such as:

She LOVES to dance. This is her on her knees leaning back and shaking it. If she breaks out the tequila you will see this live.

His off the cuff one liners will bring you to your knees.

She is CRAY-ZZZ!!!!! She'll be drunk faster than you can shake her hand.

She loves to talk about boys. She's a teacher but you will not be able to tell that after a couple of drinks. She loves to cuss.

She is married to so-and-so, who is one crazy SOB, dude. NOT kidding.

She is a shit talking, every other word cursing, Budweiser drinking widow.

She's a little shy at first but loves to booty dance. Her Mom might come too. She's an old white lady. Here Dad is a raging Mexican. HAHA!

Who knows what he will wear but it should be greatness :)

Dad's cousin is a biker and goes to all the Harley rides or whatever you call them. He will come in his regular attire and fit right in. He plays the guitar and sings. Travels a lot - probably lives out of his camper most months out of the year. He has lots of guns. Just itchin' for a revolt.


I mean seriously folks? A party with these people has got to be a grand 'ole time!!!

Yeehaw!

Jackpot!

So I've been on this health kick lately.

Tortillas and queso.
Oysters.
Beer.
Chips & queso.
Crawfish.
Breakfast burritos with queso.
Sweet tea.
Pizza.
Bourbon.
Popeyes Loaded Chicken Wraps.
Cake. {real cake, not those balls...}

You get where I'm going with this....

Oh, and don't forget diced peach cups, my breakfast for the week.

So as usual (well, for day 4 at least) I went to the kitchen at work to grab my glass of water, a spoon and my peaches. Only today, it was like walking into bright white clouds with a glorious light at the end. I was called Heavenward to the counter of leftover breakfast goodies.

I'll take one of these croissants. Anyone seen the jelly?

A Quiche Florentine? Yes, please.

Oh, would you mind piling that blueberry muffin riiiigggghhttttt on top of that...

Can someone help me carry my 2nd plate back to my office?

Wait, I forgot the fruit? Oh you know...actually, I'm really watching what I eat and trying to cut back, so I think I'll pass. Thank you though!

This Will Not End In Sex!

Unlike the movie 40 Days and 40 Nights, my forty days and forty nights will not have an end resulting in sex.

To end in sex, must first mean you gave up sex for the 40 days and 40 nights during Lent.

I did not give up sex.

Wait, let me clarify.

To end in sex, you must first give up sex. To give up sex, you must first have sex to give up.

Again, I did not give up sex.

My 40 days and 40 nights, however, will end in a big honkin' steamy piece(s) of greasy pizza. And I couldn't be more excited.

39 days, 10 hours and 41 minutes to go. . .

A Love Letter from Him!

I was driving to lunch today when He caught my eye.

He wasn't there for any reason other than spreading the love and to keep that reminder in my life. And what an invaluable impact He made on my day.

An amazing feeling of peace resides within me.

God Bless Him!

She Get It From Her Mama

Oh sweet Jebus, please save my mother!

I caught her in the act. Again!

She collects plastic grocery bags so she can have some on hand to scoop the litter boxes. (Another reason not to have those damn cats.)

Sometimes, when she gets the bags home, they have torn in certain places. She doesn't throw them away, she tapes them back together.

"Mom, why the eff are you taping plastic bags?"

"Well, I don't want the litter and cat nuggets to fall through the holes. Do you?"

OMG Cholesterol. Save her!

Ni-Night

It is seriously sick how much I love my sweet Claire Bear. Like tonight, when I get the chance to snuggle up with her, read her books and rock her to sleep, I feel as if nothing exists at that moment except us. Everything is right in the world!

Her Tini was feeding her a bedtime bottle then tried to rock her on his chest, but she looked over and reached for me. She just put her head down on my shoulder and started sucking away on her paci. Like myself, she is infatuated with smooth, soft, silky textures, so she takes her fingers and rubs my nail polish to help her relax. If ever I feel lonely, I know exactly what to do to feel so loved. I cherish these precious moments with my little niece, more than anything in the world.

It is so easy to stay in on a Saturday night, if I'm blessed enough to be in her presence. I get so sad once she falls asleep, but I will sneak in and watch her once she's totally out.

Am I obsessed?

Perceptions

Yesterday I get this from a guy that works down the hall from me (who is old, married and just trying to be friendly.)

You're way too cute to be such a loner.


Last week, I told someone down the hall that I was headed to NOLA to partake in some preliminary Mardi Gras festivities. He responds:

You're going to Mardi Gras?!?!? Wow, you don't seem much like the type to go out. Especially to Mardi Gras.

A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that until he saw pictures of some of my shenanigans, he had never once thought I had any wild hair on me.

What kind of vibe do I give off? I don't think I walk around with my head down or anything. Why do people think I'm such a recluse?

Oh well, don't bother me. I'm going to go crawl back into my black hole again....

Krewe of Barkus

Molly and I took Boudreaux to his first Parade of Barkus. Each parade during Mardi Gras has their own crew and one of the biggest and most popular parades is the Bacchus Parade. To throw a fun spin on it for the whole family, the Parade of Barkus is for doggies to attend. Some people made floats for their pups, others just walked them down the street. The theme this year was something to do with Batman, so there were plenty of super heroes to be seen, amonst many other adorable costumes. Boudreaux got dressed up for the event.

How Low Can You Go?

So I have to admit, this past weekend in NOLA was relatively low-key considering it was during Mardi Gras, and knowing what I am capable of doing to myself. Friday, the sis and I got a little sloppy as noted previously, and Saturday I did too. However, I was in bed really early every night I was there and guess what!?!? No Hangovers! How amazing is that?!?!

Molly had something to do for school Saturday morning, so she dropped me off in the Quarter to meet up with Hayden and his LadyGays. First stop, VOODOO MARY. For me, anyway. They all looked at me like I was crazy but OMG, it is the best bloody mary anyone could ever make.
Hayden just couldn't believe I was eating the pickled green beans, olives and onions out of my drink. MMMM So Delish! At Cafe Du Monde, no less. Screw coffee and beignets, give me a bloody mary with green beans!

After getting my morning cocktail on, we perused the French Market and hopped from shop to bar, shop to bar along the way. We stopped at the Napoleon House for a quick Pimm's Cup to go. That's P.I.M.M.S - not Pimp's Cup. This is no Flava Flav, okaaaayyyyy.... (Yes, I'm wearing rainboots. It was nasty off and on all weekend, so I went prepared. Plus, no pair of shoes is worth ruining in the French Quarter!)

A few more cocktails and it was time for some food. OH.ME.GEE. Cholestrol - the fried alligator po-boy and stuffed seafood pistolettes were TO.DIE.FOR! I'm craving it right now! Is it bad that I asked for a loaf of bread to schlop up the rest of the creamy juice? If you're saying yes - that's disgusting, you fatass - then no, I didn't ask for bread to go with my cream.

Finally it was time to head back to Hayden's hotel to stock up on some 'Beverlies' (Hayden's fairy term for beverages,) and head to the 2:00 parade. Of course Snoop was in hand to earn us some bizzeads.



Finally I sobered up and caught a cab back to Uptown to meet up with Molly and her friends at dinner. Let me just go ahead and say that Jacques-Imo's is ... it is.... ummm....I can't even begin to explain how freaking good it is. Honestly, there's no way to express how freaking A.MAZE.ING their food is! I don't even know how to describe the greatness that is shrimp and alligator sausage cheesecake. Or their fried green tomatoes smothered in remolaude sauce and topped with plump whole shrimp. Or the crabcakes. OH HOLY CRAP - my mouth is seriously watering right now. Gimme mo, gimme mo, Jacuqes-Imo! After that dinner, my stomach was seriously sore. Probably from my skin and muscles expanding so much just to fit the food.

(This is Kate, Molly and me. Kate was the birthday girl loved that Snoop was her birthday date.

Oh good times had by all. I went to bed tired and FULL. Woke up Sunday morning ready for the Parade of Barkus. (Pics coming.)