Week 1

Every year at Christmas my mom, brother, and I would spend hours in the kitchen with cookie cutters, flour every where, bowls of every color icing and decorate till we'd drop. Of course Hunter was there just for the M&M's and sugar cookies. I thought it was something everyone did so I didn't think much of it but my mom taught me so much those late nights. Well the past few years its grown to Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving plus I started making more and more cakes so put them together...



My first cake from class! If you would like a piece please let me know because I can not possibly eat a whole cake a week and after you spend that much time on it you loose the desire to destroy it...I think I'm most excited about learning how to crumb coat a cake. Not sure if any of you watch any cake shows but they make it look so easy and beautiful and of course its not. If you need a good laugh check out this blog, it makes me feel better about my life and gives me a good ab workout from laughing.

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

The Best Birthday Gift

A few weeks ago Brian did something and immediately afterwords shouts "You can't put that on your blog!" So I didn't even though I wanted to. Which is why I don't feel too bad about this one...


The best birthday gift is not your husband forgetting your birthday.



Sunday we get up, eat breakfast together, go to church, come home. I somehow knew it just didn't dawn on him but being the procrastinator he is, I also somehow knew he hadn't gotten some much as a card. Part of me is very humored by this, the other part not so much. I have a terrible habit of expecting a lot, and when I don't get it, well you know. So I'm sitting on the couch debating how nicely I want to break the news to him. He could tell something was wrong so he asks what I wanted to do today. I said go study so we can go out later. (Lightbulb) Poor guy. I really felt sorry for him, its not like I need anything for my birthday, he's wonderful everyday. Bless his heart I'm pretty darn sure he's not going to make that mistake again. Regardless I felt no guilt ordering the 30 dollar steak at the restaurant on the lake or for making him take me to the Cheesecake Factory for dessert.

My point was not only to point out to the world he forgot my birthday but to tell Brian how wonderful he is. His complete selflessness is a painful reminder of how selfish I can be, and I admire him so much for being my rock in such a conflicting world. The best birthday gift for me is not a dozen roses and dinner, its that Brian chose to spend everyday with me. No one else could love me as deeply and be so good to me.
Besides, when we're 70 it'll make a great story :)