I didn't have to work today!!!! So I have plenty of time to wrestle with blogger and force it to post pictures.
I went to Disneyland for Fall Break this year. I spent 4 whole days in that happy land and one freezing day at the beach! It was glorious. I don't really feel like writing all about it, but a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Enjoy.
Whitney with Olivia and Eliza.
Olivia was tired. And the warm asphalt looked so comfortable.
Olivia and I went flying with Dumbo.
Ladybugs are almost as good as teacups.
Stephanie, Grant, Olivia, Julie, Whitney, Eliza
Another group picture. See if you can name the people in it this time. : )
You know how I vowed never to go to another midnight movie showing? Oops. Probably shouldn't make promises I can't keep. Madeline convinced me to go with her. And, to make the experience even more fun, we bought tickets at a theater with no reserved seating. You know what that means.... At 9:00 pm we called the theater to see if there was already a line. There was. "But it's short," says the guy, "there are only 50-60 people in the 12:04 line." Short?!?!? That's not my definition of short. So, Madeline and I were in line by 9:30. We sat on the ground, observed the other movie goers, drew scars on our heads, and wrote Sarah a letter. Here are some pictures so you can feel like you were there too.
This is how Lon and Steve looked when they joined us in line. We gave them scars too.
And this is how the boys looked to my sleepy eyes by 3:00 am.
Lon's roommate Doug came too. He was supposed to bring a date (we were all feeling bad for this unknown girl), but then he just brought a friend instead. Bridger also came. And I had the lovely opportunity of making a new friend with the man sitting next to me. He came to Harry Potter by himself. And he listened to our conversations and added to it as he felt necessary. He showed me a scar on his hand. Moral of that story? Don't run with glass coke bottles. Then he told me he broke his sternum with his chin. Moral of that story? Don't play football. Moral of the whole story? Make Bridger sit by the random stranger.
We have cake at our house all the time. It's a bit ridiculous. In fact, no one in the apartment wants to eat cake anymore because we're so sick of it. So, of course, I had to make another cake for no reason. Okay, maybe not for no reason. Jenna asked me to make a cake for her mom's 50th birthday. And I decided to experiment with chocolate. Here's the result.
I'm not a huge fan of how it turned out. It's not bad, but I wouldn't want it for my cake.
Last weekend I got to make another wedding cake! I think it turned out quite nicely. And, it was my first cake that sort of felt commissioned! Eek! Who would've thought I'd end up making cakes for fun and money? I distinctly remember saying I would never make another wedding cake after I made my first one. Go figure. But I love it!!! So thank you, Megan, for asking me to make your cake. You've changed my life. =D
I feel I should thank several people for this most recent cake. Thanks to the roommates for letting me turn the house into a disaster for a weekend, and for helping me clean it up! Thank you Madeline for the moral support and for the help covering the cakes with fondant! I'm pretty sure I would have gone crazy without you. Thanks to Sarah A. for helping me put flowers on the cake and adding that creative, right brained touch that I lack. And thank you Liz, for having enough faith in my cake baking abilities to ask me to make yours.
So, here's a history of cake baking in pictures. Enjoy!
. The New York Times has a blog called "Lens" for photography, video, and visual journalism. I just discovered it. Recently, they asked readers to take a picture, wherever they were, on May 2 at 15:00 UTC (coordinated universal time) and send it in. The pictures have been compiled on a globe that you can click. It is amazing! I've never seen so many interesting pictures. It makes me want to take a picture every day at the same time. What a fabulous way to document your life! Check it out: A Moment in Time. .
I used to think that orange was the ugliest color. Now I think it's really quite nice. I've been thinking. Beauty, and happiness, really is in the eye of the beholder. And you can change the way you look things. How often do we judge a person or a situation through the wrong set of eyes? How often do we get angry, or frustrated, or sad, because we have decided to see orange as an ugly color? Maybe, just maybe, we would all be a little happier if we chose to see orange as a happy color.
And so, I leave you with a quote from An Ideal Husband,
"To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty."