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Cake-troversy

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So you may have noticed from the pictures from Joshua’s birthday that his cake appeared very store-bought and not at all homemade. “Whaaaat?” you say. “How can this be? We all know that Jenny feels that her love for her children is directly proportional to how much she tortured herself making their birthday cake!”

And you would be right. There was a time, oh so recently, when I felt that I had to trash my kitchen and stain my fingers with icing dye to ensure that my children had a fabulous birthday! Like this time, and this time, and this time!

But I was wrong. And I admit that Emily was righttarget (this once.) As much as it HUUURTS.

So around the time of Sophie’s birthday, my friend Cortney was getting REALLY good at making cakes. She had made my birthday cake and it was fab, and I decided, why not let HER torture herself making Sophie’s cake? I really wanted Sophie to have a “Word World” cake but I didn’t have it in me to give it a try. So, I was thrilled when Cortney came up with this masterpiece:
Word World Cake by Cortney for Sophie's bday!

It was AMAZING!! And Sophie loved it. And I didn’t have to make it or trash my kitchen, give myself hives or turn to drink! Score!

So for Joshua’s birthday cake, I once again turned to my cake guru Cortney. Joshua wanted a Super Mario Bros. cake as he loooooves playing that Wii game with his Daddy. So Cortney was commissioned.

(In the meantime, being a true slacker mom, I couldn’t find Super Mario Bros. decor anywhere, and when I checked online, it was too late to order them in time, so I bought SpeedRacer decor. And convinced Joshua it would be totally cool.)

But even cake geniuses like Cortney sometimes have unavoidable cake-tastrophe’s. Check out her post to see what happened to the Super Mario Bros. cake! She texted me about 9:30 the night before the party that it had imploded. So, my wonderful hubby went out to Kroger in the snow around 10:00 to find his boy a birthday cake. He bought the only one he could find without flowers on it, we threw Joshua’s two toy SpeedRacer cars on it, and we called it a birthday cake!

Bobby did have to sit Joshua down and tell him that the Super Mario cake wasn’t gonna happen. He was a little sad, but recovered well, and had a really GREAT birthday!

And I am pretty sure he knows I still love him more than ever.

Although next year, I AM going to get the right decorations on time!! I swear!

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These Dreams Go On

For years and years, I have had a recurring dream. I guess you could call it a nightmare, because it’s emotionally upsetting, but it’s not filled with zombies or monsters or decapitation.

It’s about not finishing college.

I graduated from college a semester early. I tested out of nine credits, and took six in summer school, and – voila! – early graduation. This was especially exciting to me because Bobby and I were engaged and I really wanted to get married. But I wasn’t going to get married until I got my degree. So, graduating early allowed us to get married a few months earlier. It also saved my parents a bunch of money, and allowed me to take out less student loans. Yippeee!

And of course, opened the door for my subconscious to forever torture me with dreams about not finishing college.

In some of the dreams, I can’t find a particular class. It’s the day of the final and I realize I haven’t been to class all semester. I dash all over campus trying to find a textbook. I spend the dream searching, searching, running, never finding.

In some of them, I can’t find my school mail box at the campus post office, or CPO (read: see-po) as we called it. And of course, in said mailbox is critical info I need to graduate.

This dream I had last night was even weirder and more elaborate. It involved going to church at said college…and church was held in a swimming pool. And apparently it was taking me a real long time to graduate, because I already had Joshua, and somehow he was attending preschool at said college. And, I couldn’t find either one of our mailboxes at the CPO! Then, I got trapped in a class taught by Casey of Moosh in Indy (who was nowhere near my college, I am pretty sure she was still in high school then, the young whippersnapper) which involved her handing out a lot of Shabby Apple dresses to everyone but me, I got a mismatched top and skirt, and the class went over and I was late to pick Joshua up from his college-preschool and I had to leave Casey’s class early which prevented me from…you guessed it…graduating. (Dangit Casey! Cut a girl a BREAK!)

So.

(Quick congrats to Casey Mullins for making my my recurring nightmare!)

I didn’t sleep very well and woke up emotionally distressed. I hate it how dreams feel so real. My emotions were wrenched, my blood pressure high.

Maybe I should dig my diploma out of whatever box it’s buried in and sleep with it under my pillow?

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Paradox

I don’t want to be needed, but I don’t want my children to stop needing me.

I want to be left alone, but I don’t want to be alone.

I want to give, but I want to have.

I want to succeed, but I don’t want to strive.

And of course, I want to be content.

What do you want?

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