What a cake!

I just read the previous post and laughed out loud.

I'm truly not that bitter about it.

E's birthday was a few weeks back (geez, where in the hell is this year flying off to???) and I made him a birthday cake. He doesn't really eat sweets but he does love him a German Choc Cake. So I decided I'd make one from scratch.

WoW! What a cake! You can find the recipe I used here.

I hate German Chocolate Cake. I don't really like coconut and I think that they are way too sweet and weird. But I made this cake for him and his family and it is truly do die over. YUMMMY!!!! I had two pieces! It's not too sweet, it's got just the right amount of everything. And best of all E said it was in the top five cakes he's ever had (I think it should be in his best two but I'll give him some slack.) Even his mom raved and raved about it. Hell, my mom ate a quarter of it!! That was a damn good cake.



So, if you or your loved one wants a special German Choc Cake, make this one. The recipe may seem daunting, but really it's easy and if you like to bake it is fun to put together.

Where's our stimulus check?

It was supposed to be deposited on or around the eighth.

We waited and waited and still waited some more, and still no check.

If you are wondering where your stimulus check is, wonder no more; if you had any kind of fees come out of your refund, and even though you had automatic deposit, you get a PAPER CHECK. That will arrive a MONTH LATER!!! (Read the fine print on their website for all the gory details. Ass Hats!)

Thanks Gov't. I needed that.

E paid ALL the bills, even the $350 gas bill (natural gas is better and cheaper, right? Bullshit!) because he kept waiting on the Stimulus Check to come. Me?... Yeah, the Gov't has burned my ass so many times I don't trust them. I kept telling him to wait; Don't count your chicks and all that jazz, but he trusted them, until on Friday a co-worker/friend pointed all this out. He text'd me the 'bad news'. I laughed out loud and refrained from texting back either "Told ya" or "No Shit, Sherlock" or even "Duh" and just said "Oh, I figured it would be late, remeber I told you?"

Whatever, stupid government. You could give me a million dollars and I'd still think you are a dumbass. Too bad it's not a mean name but a true discription.

Friday

I usually make a long mental list of all the things I want to accomplish for the next day and the next day I barely make a dent. So for tomorrow I only have two things on my list:

~Paint. We got a huge play structure from E's boss and I want to sand it and put some paint on it. I've got a lot of the pieces sanded and now I just need to paint them. I've already started painting but it's seeming like it's taking me forever. So I'm going to try to bust some ass on it tomorrow. D is jonesing to slide ("Slide, Momma, slide on it" as he points to the sad, laying down slide) so I need to finish this up!

~Speaking of busting some ass I need to get a grip on this laundry. OMG! How fast can these clothes pile up?? I'm fine for a while, doing a few loads on a regular basis, then I slow down and they pile faster. Once the pile hits me up to my hip I tend to try to ignore it unless someone needs socks or pants. Then I reluctantly do a load and wait for the next request. But I need to just do it! Admittedly, it's the putting away area that I get stuck at. But not tomorrow, I will finish each step!!

OK, time for bed so I can be refreshed!

My perfect day

My perfect day would be:

~I would get up kind of early (7ish), jump in the shower, get dressed and get a quick breakfast in, clean up the house and maybe even get in a couple of loads of laundry. D would get up at some point and get breakfast and dressed and then we'd spend the rest of the day having fun, going to the park, library, zoo, biking, farmers market and just enjoy the day and life in general. Evenings would be nice since the house would be picked up and laundry done so I could just relax with E and watch our shows or a movie and snuggle.

INSTEAD OF:

~Getting up way too late (I'm ashamed to admit the time) and be on the computer until way late (I'm so addicted), hit the shower super quick, go to the store for dinner stuff, clean up for about an hour before E gets home, do cooking, laundry and rest of picking up for another hour then have a shitty evening trying to catch up and fit family stuff in. UG.

Is it possible to turn this around? Sometimes I feel like I just need to get it together, quit being lazy and addicted to the Internet and my problems would be solved. Oh, and getting to sleep at a decent hour would help. D would benefit also I'm sure; he'd get out of this damn house and into the world.

Can someone really change? For the better? Is it all just habits that need to be reformed?

I hate the way my life is right now. I really would love for it to be like the first scenario. But I think it would take work and I'm lazy.

:(

Coincident or sympathy pains?

On Thursday we were having our normal dinner conversation:

E: "D, eat you food."

D: "No Dad, can't eat."

Me: "D, eat your dinner and you can go play with (neighbor kid)."

D: "No Momma, no dinner."

E: "D, just take a bite."

And D does take a big bite of food and starts to wail, hard. He came over to me and after spitting the food in my hand told me "My mouth, Momma." I asked him if he bit his tongue or his cheek and he stuck out his tongue.

He had a chunk hanging from it and it was bleeding profusely. Oh my poor baby!! He cried and cried and I kept blotting his tongue off with a napkin. The rest of his dinner was a Slo-melt Popsicle which I kept having to wipe blood off of. YUCK.

Last night I discovered I had two white, swollen and very hurtful buds at the same area as D's sore. Even right now they are hurting and bothering me. I didn't bite myself or remember irritating that area. But they keep rubbing against my teeth and reminding me of D's flappy chunk of tongue.

How coincidental and weird.

In other news I freaken love my bike, E got one, we got the tandom together and we are having a blast. I will post more on that later...

My ass is sure sore...

First of all, I don't know why I was so worried about Mr and Mrs Super-Cool-Good Looking, they turned out to be some of the sweetest people I've met in a long time.

Actually, the reason why I was even meeting them was because of an evening wedding and most of E's co-workers were invited. So I met many of them and the ones he works directly with all went out afterwards to a local bar and had drinks. I must say E has some of the nicest, coolest, sweetest co-workers ever. I was ready to turn in my application the next day. I had so much fun and haven't laughed that much in a long time. Sometimes my insecurities get the best of me and make me so miserable when just the opposite happens and all my worrying was for nothing. Go figure.

E bought me a bike! I hadn't been on a bike for about 17 years and he questioned whether or not I'd actually ride it for any amount of time so he got me a used yet nice one. I actually LOVE it!! I rode it for quite a while twice yesterday, with D trying to "get me" on his bike. He did hit my rear tire once and I about freaked out; my life flashing before my eyes, seeing my bloody scull spraying like a watermelon against the curb, but I wound up being fine, although still scared every time he came at me a little too fast.

The only thing is that my butt really hurts so I decided to rest for today. Besides that we are having hellashious winds today and I'm really hating the cold. I thought spring was here! E's birthday is tomorrow and I joked with him that he may not have gotten a White Christmas, he may just get a White Birthday. Sadly, I was a little more serious than joking.

Well, I'm almost done with "Half-Assed", PastaQueen's book so I think I'll do some reading while D is happily coloring. It's the first book I've read in so long, I'm savoring every page.

Happy Wednesday!

I'm the old lady...

Super, cool, young, good-looking guy (E's friend) is coming over on Thursday bringing his super, cool, young, thin yet busty, pretty, popular and totally awesome wife with him.

I feel so awkward and old and fat and well, old and fat.

Geez, why do these feelings of not being good enough come back when you least expect them?

Oh, and they have a new-in-this-century home while I have a toy filled, dusty, crumby, 35 year old home. Not even my things are good enough.

What's wrong with me?? Why do I feel so crappy over something so significant?