I tried my very best!

One of my favorite quotes is, "What my baby wants, my baby gets." Fortunately I hear it all the time from JJC, well now that I think about it, it has been a little while. When my baby asked for a cake, he got one... kind of.

This is the mess that I created tonight.

I really consider myself a decent cook - until someone gives me a recipe. It sends me into an absolute panic, and my poor mother has to suffer because of it. I call her every 5 minutes with "What the beep is the difference between stirring and folding" or "How the beep do I know if this jello packet is 3 ounces or 6?" Obviously there are plenty of beeps involved. Apparently all of my beeps and rage mix with sugar and flour just swirl around and turn into a tornado, that is the only explanation I have for the way my kitchen looks after I cook. Luckily, JJC's cake request coincided with my recent obsession with baking a cake and putting it on a cake stand, that worked out really well too. It is now covered in icing and I'm guessing will never be used again, but it's cute!

Here is my cake journey...

At this point I hadn't messed anything up, but I had called my mom 3 times...

The rage and sugar tornado came quickly

At this point I thought we were going to do alright. I was so naive.

Finally, this is what we got! Now my fingers are crossed that it tastes A LOT better than it looks.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I burned the cake and had to cut off the edges because they were brown and chewy... just the icing on the cake! Pun intended.

A few things I just can't deny...

These are some fabulous shoes...



She is a fabulous study partner...



Even if a sunny Friday afternoon has to be spent like this...



Finally, this is a fabulous way to decorate our little deck...






All of this fabulous-ness followed a wonderful weekend. I got to see some lovely friends who are going to be mama's very soon, and some who are not gonna be mama's soon. I spent Saturday afternoon at Sunset Hills with one of sisters and the parents. My mom made it half way through the tasting and was a little giggly and my dad ended up drinking the wine-o-rita... never have I seen a person love tequila as much as my parents do. The wine-o-rita didn't actually have tequila, but it was close enough for them to choke down. Sunday brought a lovely brunch with Mer and some antiquing and coffee drinking with Lash and my mom. It was all pretty fabulous, indeed.

I hope to do better with my resolution to take my camera everywhere... well I took it, but I didn't use it, so that doesn't really work.

Thursday is Mexican night... from now on!

That was JJC's exclamation following a fairly fabulous fajita night! I love that my man loves to eat - and cook - and clean. Anyway, we decided to make fajitas tonight a they were delicious-o.





This yummy-ness was the result! Chicken and steak with peppers, onions and a cilantro-lime sauce that I love and use on everything I can...



He made me promise that he would not be the subject of my photographs when I declared that I would going to take my camera with me everywhere... Oops.



I love pretty food. End of story.

Maybe I'll give this a try

I've been lovin' me some blogs lately, so I thought I'd give it a try. I don't think I'm a great writer and my life isn't incredibly interesting, but I thought this would be fun anyway...

I'll start by explaining my blog name - I've always found it funny/depressing that my name means "ill-omened" while others get to have meanings like "princess" or "noble meadow" - ok, that would be bad too, but not as bad as mine. Then the other day, while exploring a hippie bookstore, Jo found a book that tells you everything about you based on your birthday. My weaknesses - flighty and unaware. Duh. So I figured if I'm doomed to have bad luck forever, at least it is balanced with blissful ignorance.

Would you like an update on my life? Of course you would. If not, you wouldn't be reading. I'm currently living in the "sin pad" (my mother's name for my home) with a man who I love and admire. An incredibly long and gushy post could, and I'm sure someday will, be dedicated to him. The short version is that he makes me laugh, challenges me to be a better person, fought hard for our country and loves me like I've always wanted to be loved. The boring part is that I'm working as a speech therapist and trying to survive grad school. I don't really like those parts of my life so they will likely not show up here often.

I've learned from the blogs I love, that fun posts are short and not self centered and contain tons of photographs. Oh! I forgot, my inspiration for the blog are those that I love to read that happened to be filled with beautiful photographs. I've decided that I will live with my camera by my side, and I should have somewhere to put them. Hopefully this will be the last all-about-my-life blog.