Thursday, November 5, 2009

Where have we been...right here!

I know this is late. Some of you think we've given up on this blog like our other one. That is not the case. We have just been busy...unable to update the blog. I tell myself that some of you wait for this to post. I wish that was I will continue to make myself feel good, and pretend I have fans. So, now having said that, if you follow us on facebook you know our latest cakes were the Pumpkin cake and the Where the Wild Things Are cake. Here is the pumpkin cake- This cake was for our niece Logan...thus the vine spells Logan, some people noticed and some people didn't. That's what I was hoping for :) Now to make this cake we baked two cakes, one chocolate and one vanilla. We baked them in a bowl that was oven safe. Once we baked the two cakes, we let them cool. Then, stacked them on top of each other like you would if you were using the Wilton ball cake pan. Then we iced it with a buttercream icing. We let the icing crust over for about 15 minutes. Then used a cornstarch confectioners sugar mix on our hands to press the lines into the cake, giving it the pumpkin look. Then we made the stem out of a dark brown and a light brown fondant swirled together. I doubted Baker Man on this, but he was right. I thoughted it turned out great...very whimsical....then we added the vines. Then after the cake was cut and served up...since the birthday party was on Halloween, it was only appropriate to turn it into a Jack-O-Lantern.

Now, we also had another cake last weekend. When we were first asked to do this cake, we weren't sure it would be possible. Where the Wild Things Are. I keep having to ask Baker Man whether it's Where the Wild Things Go or Are. He corrects me every time. It's ARE WOMAN! Ok, ok, I get it. Gamebox, XCube, Playtendo. All the same to me :) So, we did some research, and found some ideas. And Baker Man executed beautifully, with help from his Cake Lady of course ;) So, the finished product...
Now, that's what we did last weekend. Recently, my sister got me addicted to Bakerella. She makes these things she invented called "Cake Pops." We have been dying to try these, and since I like to use the people I work with as my guinea pigs...we did. Although, they were someone elses idea, so we felt the need to put our own spin on them. They are a work in progress but, here they are. Chocolate cake strawberries on top of a chocolate cake...

I hope this was as fun the three of you as it was for me. Until next time...Cake Lady...out

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Bad TP sticks out in my mind!

So, last year for Mother's Day Chris' mom gave me a gift card to Renew Day spa to have a day of pampering. I was able to choose from a list of things what I wanted to have done. And since I'm pregnant that list got shorter because you're not allowed to do certain things as a preg. So, I ended up getting a massage and a facial yesterday (since my wonderful husband made the appointment for me, knowing I would never get to it). A little late I know, but the gift card expired next month and better late than never right? So, before I went to do that, my friend Jessica cut/colored my hair for me. (For those of you that don't remember I tried to go dark and still like being blonde better) She did a fabulous job. I left her house looking beautfil, went home, grabbed some lunch, and was off to my pamper appointment. I got there and signed in, waited a little bit, then they called me back to a changing room where they supply you with a rob, a wrap, and slippers. So COMFY!!! Then they escort you to another room for you to "relax" for a minute. When really, they're just making you wait some more. So in this room, there is a water fountain constantly flowing, making this Preg have to go pee pee on the potty, and there is also a wind chime that has a fan that turns on periodically to make the wind chimes chime. The chiming is not so relaxing but it's a good try! Finally, after listening to the river flowing and the chiming someone comes to get me. MASSAGE TIME!!!!!! The massage was great...for the most part. I am however bruised in three places where I guess she felt needed attention (I would consider this deep tissue which I didn't think they were supposed to do knowing I was preg?!). OUCH! But overall satisfying! Then they take me back to the "relaxing room" and I wait, not sure if I'm supposed to just sit there or not. Then another lady comes...FACIAL TIME!!!! I just now started thinking to myself..."This might not be quite as relaxing as I thought. What exactly is involved with getting a facial?" Oh dear, the room looks like a dentist office. Fear comes over me and thoughts of the relaxing room have left my mind. This does not look relaxing in the slightest, what have I signed up for here? So, I lay there...more waiting. Then she talks over with me the process, "It will be slightly uncomfortable but not hurting," she explained with her Polish accent. Now, when you here "slightly uncomfortable" what does that make you think of? Squirmy. That's what it makes me think. Enough to make you squirm but not enough to make you scream. First she put this "exfoliator" on my face, but it didn't have the little beady things in it. She put it on my face and turned on this steamer that blows steam onto your face. "It is going to start to tingle, you feel the tingly?" again in her Polish accent. "Oh, yeah, I feel the tingle." TINGLE?!?! More like BURNING! YOWZA! Then she took it off and put a warm wet cloth over my face...relief! Then, the real pain. She removes the towel, puts something cool over my eyes, turns on a light from heaven (so bright I wouldn't even imagine opening my lids!), and starts pinching and scraping and squeezing. Inside I'm screaming. It's making my eyes water (luckily I still have whatever it is she put over my eyes). Done with the torture and again with relief. She rubs some kind of moisturizer over my face which smell delightful! Then the mask. Which was interestingly awesome! Somewhere in there she gave me a hand massage, I think it was when I was feeling the burning which is why I wasn't so focused on the massage. So, in the skin feels smooth. She starts walking me back to my room and ask if I need to use the restroom. I'm pregnant, what do you think? Yes! So fancy with the custom paper towels to dry your hands. I'm so impressed with this place. But then, the toilet paper. What's with the toilet paper?! It is worse than the kind you would find in the McDonalds bathroom! Here I am, at some expensive spa, and they have worse than McDonalds toilet paper. You would think that they would worry about my bottom relaxing as well as the rest of me. But no, they obviously forgot about the all important, most crucial thing...good toilet paper.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

This blog will not suck, this blog will not suck, this...

I have this fear that my bloggin skills will not meet the level of talent some of the others in my family have. I am so nervous right now, it's not even funny. If it seems this blog is jumping from topic to topic, its because I am "earling"** my guts out from nerves.

Let me start off with an explination:
1. This blogging junk doesn't have spell check, or the little green swiggly that informs you the sentence you just typed makes no sence.
2. I am not the worlds best speller, or am I very articulate.
3. Puncuation is not my forte
4. I start off rather strong, but get very lazy at the end and stop capitalizing things.
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Above is a swimming fish. I think its cute and hate you all for not thinking so.

I am a firefighter^^ in cherokeee county. Its a booming county. (if you speak spanish, or want to buy a home for 34billion dollars.) Its the first job that I enjoy waking up for. I work 24 hours on, and then have 48 hours off. Thats a pretty common schedule for this type of job. Its actually called the "kelly schedule". That might be a triva question somewhere one day. If it is, you owe me. I am in paramedic school where i am learning different ways to not kill people. I say it this way because its true. We learn things to keep you alive, and not kill you. It is rather informitive. My life consists of work, drug cards, few moments with my beautiful, and sleep.

I have no hobbies... that sounds depressing doesn't it? I enjoy many things, but just have no time, money, or equipment to do those things. If the world was perfect and I had all the money in it, here is what I would do;
-I am addicted to tattoos. If I could sit in a chair all day and have someone stick me with a needle over and over again I would. Its not the pain I am into really, its the smell. Its hard to explain and trying to makes me sound a little psyco.
-I wish I had a mountain bike. I love to be aggressive off-road. I still think I am a 17 year old kid. I am pushing 30. I break now.
-I am still a huge fan of rock climbing. I wish I still lived in the mountains. When I was there, I was on a rockface 3 days out of the week. I looked great.
-I like photography. It runs in my family. I have two uncles who are very talented photographers and artists.
-I want to be a cage fighter. really, i just want intro music. I want to walk in a room with loud music, pyrotechnics, and guys pushing people out of the way.
-I say it all the time, but I kinda want to hit something in the face with a shovel. I think it would make a pretty funny noise.
hmmm... those last two things make me seem really violent. I weight 140lbs. I don't do violent.
-I want to jump out of planes. Not tandom, thats not as fun. Solo.

Thats about all the nonsence I can come up with about me for now.

My Blogs.
My blogs are going to consist of the "lighter side" of Emergency Medical Services (refered to as EMS from now on) and things I think are funny.
Love you guys, and hope you have not pulled your eyeballs from your head and put them in the toaster, thats gonna make it hard to read the rest of my rants.

** "earling"- The word Puke is a fopa.

^^ "firefighter" - a word often used to describe a professional video game player.

PS- this is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.

Monday, March 17, 2008

The picture that I never posted...

Here are the pictures from making the frog cake that I promised I would put up and never did...

I got a turkey...twice

So, not too long ago Christopher and I went to Nashville to visit some friends and decided to go bowling at the local hot spot. I've always enjoyed bowling but have never been extremely good at it; although, I can hold my own! With the usual, "I'm ready to kick some booty" attitude (even though I know I will not win) we began our friendly game of bowling. Girls against boys (as if that is EVER fair). The boys quickly realized, I was in it to win it! Never in my life have I gotten three strikes in a row...until I was pregnant in Nashville!
That's right, I got a Turkey the first game. And then the second game. I was on fire. Two turkies in one day. Amazing. The old man that was bowling a few lanes down came over and talked to me about me SKILLZ!!!! He said he was in the top 7 bowlers that frequented those lanes. Might I brag for a minute and say that his score was not far off from mine! Either this baby is going to be a bowler or I've just realized what profession I should look into! (Let me explain the pictures:The bowling balls I just thought were pretty. The Turkey, well, of course that's the proof that I did get them. The old man is the one that thought I was a prodigy. And the last one is me and Christopher with our friends. Good times are always to be had in Nashville!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Deep and Wide

So, as I'm sure most of the folks living in Georgia heard about the crazy storms that went through yesterday and hit Canton about a million times. You might not know about our very own wading pool we got blessed with. So let me enlighten you. We came home after the news made it seem as though the city of Canton had been wiped off the map, to find sunny skies, a river running throught our yard/driveway, and a wading pool in the basement. Luckily the house was still standing with no real damage and rock band (which all of you will be glad to know) is okay. The box, however, did not have the same fate. May it rest in peace in the local landfill. So, we're just about tired of having water flowing, abundantly I might add, through our yard and seeping into the garage. We pondered for a moment about what to do since sweeping the water out was clearly not working. The water was coming in faster than we could get it out. Chris, my genius of a husband, decided to build a trench in the front yard, which I'm sure the neighborhood kids will be trying to catch crawfish in it in just a few days. The purpose of the trench you ask. Well, to take the water away from the house of course. It took the water away alright.

The basement is now, for the most part, dry. In the end we're left with an empty trench in the front yard (surely this is a safety hazard), a basement that will still leak, mud across our driveway, and a blog-worthy moment (at least I think so). So, if anyone wants to come fix our problem because you just feel like it, come on over. If you just feel like coming over that's fine too but watch your step, the trench is deep!

God's promise that He won't flood the earth again. He never said anything about my basement!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

It's a...

For those of you that don't know yet, we are expecting baby #2! You know what everyone does when they find out your pregnant? They quickly receive the gift of prophecy and tell you what you're going to have. "It's going to be a boy! You're already showing!," thank you for calling me a beached whale in the nicest way possible "Oh, Katie, it's going to be a girl I just know it! You've been sick and you're hair has gotten slightly darker." Well, thank you for the insight but I tried dying my hair dark and I was sick with Griffin too, and I'm pretty sure he has a wee wee so, I'm not going to trust your "prophecy" and paint the nursery yet. However, I will trust the monitor showing the somewhat shaped like a baby image. "Do you want to know what you're having?," the nurse asked Christopher and I as she put the oh so cold jelly on my belly. "Yes, we do!"

"It's a Girl!"

she said the second she saw the image, without hesitation. Wow, now that was instant results right there!!!! So, there you have it. Chris feels as though he is officially ruinned and I'm still feeling a bit vomitous with a side of heartburn. As for the name--her first name will be Taylor and the middle name is still up in the air. So you can vote if you'd like. Taylor Morgan or Taylor Madeline. Help the Hookers decide the fate of the next Hooker female.

Mommy and Grif

Mommy and Grif
At the Puerto Rican Fest!

Bath Time!

Bath Time!
Griffin Loves the bath!