Visit this delightful little place:
Cake Wrecks
Keep in mind, everything you see has been done by a professional. Someone has paid money to get the cakes you see there.
Of special note: the baby cakes. Freaky. And the fireman cake. Be sure to read that story. Oh and the bride replica. and the antimarriage. Well, you'll get there....
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Announcements:1 and 2.
1. I got a new car. It's cute. It's snazzy. It's in need of a new name. Isn't it cute? It's a laguna sand-colored Hyundai Elantra. So I will be taking name nominations. Stanley (the old car) is on the selling block. He's sitting in the corner and is very sad. If you have name nominations for the new car, post them in the comments. And Darin, Leon will not be accepted as a name nomination.
2. I am going to be a master. Yes, that's right. I got accepted to grad school and will be attending Regent University in the fall. Don't expect to see me much over the next year. I will be working and going to school full time. Full time on both parts. That's busy. But I am very excited about it!! Yay for me. Maybe once I have some money in a year or two we can celebrate all together!
2. I am going to be a master. Yes, that's right. I got accepted to grad school and will be attending Regent University in the fall. Don't expect to see me much over the next year. I will be working and going to school full time. Full time on both parts. That's busy. But I am very excited about it!! Yay for me. Maybe once I have some money in a year or two we can celebrate all together!
AS promised.... #2
I know this has been a long time in coming. I know I promised it would be soon. And well, my friends, "soon" is relative. Get over it.
Now, I know many of you have cringed and shared your absolute horror and disgust with me over bad date story #1. Yes, that story is 100% true. Yes, it really did happen to ME. And maybe now you will all understand why I sometimes have reservations about dating. Sometimes I can't wait to date. Other times I remember these horrible experiences.
Number 2 isn't so much one particular date as an almost-entire dating story. One night was ummm awkward, but the end of the relationship was just hilarious.
Some time after date #1 I started to date another guy. This guy lived in Sandy, Utah. This guy was deaf, and lived with his family. I wasn't concerned about the deaf factor as I was pretty fluent in sign language at the time, but found that wasn't necessary because he had hearing aids and did rather well with them. He was a returned missionary and worked for the church inspecting fabric. As an employee of the church he was required to maintain a temple recommend. Not a bad kind of boyfriend to have, really. In true Utah dating fashion, we had dated about a month and started talking about the M-word. Looking at rings. You know the drill.
One night we went out to Payson or something to visit one of his mission companions or one of his friends or something. I have no idea what all we did at said friend's house. His friends woman was there also, so it was kind of a double date. We watched a movie, the 4 of us. And we all cuddled up under blankets with our honeys. We had a lovely, schmoopy time enjoying everyone's company and of course loving cuddling up. The boy drove me home at the end of the evening. We were sitting in the car talking, and kissing a little bit. We were directly under my bedroom window - there was a student parking lot right there. I knew any of my roommates or neighbors could look down and see us sitting in the car. In the course of the kissing and conversation, he determines that maybe we should um... progress a little bit.
Now, granted, I'll take a little responsibility here. We were sitting in his car. Making out in a car is not exactly easy or convenient. My hand was on his leg. Not scandalously, just on his leg. I learned an important thing this night about having your hand on a guy's leg. Keep your hands on your own lap. You can also keep your hands on his shoulders. One hand on his shoulder might even be handy, so that if he gets a little too "in your face" you can easily push him back a little bit so you can breathe for a minute. But, if you put your hand on HIS leg, even if it's not scandalously, apparently it's scandalous for HIM. Which reminds me of another bad date story. Well, it wasn't BAD, just ummm not the best. Awkward. But that's another story for another time. So, my hand was on his leg. Don't do that. Ok? Just don't do that. Apparently that's code for "show me the goods, cowboy!" Now, if you want to see the goods, then by all means, go right ahead.
So my hand was on his leg. We're kissing. He says to me, "so do you want to see it?" I am thinking "ummm what might I want to see?" And then, before I know it, there it is. Yes folks. The little general. In full salute. Right before my, and possibly my roommates' and my neighbors', very eyes. You would have thought there was a cop behind me telling me to keep my hands where he could see them. Now, I ask, what is a girl to do when a boy decides to share the jewels?
I mean, I'm all for jewelry. I like sparkley, shiny things like diamonds and all. And how on earth do you get it out so fast that a girl hardly has a time to respond and say "No don't! it's NOT attractive! I know the two of you may have a great relationship, but that doesn't mean I want in on that. Two's company, three's a crowd!"
A couple weeks after that, the boyfriend went out of town for the weekend. He hadn't said anything about going out of town for the long weekend. I called his house wanting to do something, and his mom said he was out of town. He'd gone to Vegas with some friends. I thought, "well that's nice. What a fun time." He got back into town Monday night. Apparently he was pretty upset that I wasn't so interested in his jewels so he didn't want to offer me any jewelry. I'm starting to think that maybe someone else was more interested in the jewels. Monday night he IM'd me. It's funny how certain conversations stick in your head for YEARS. This happened probably in 2001. So this is what he says to me:
"Sara, I can't see you anymore. Actually, there's someone else. I asked her to marry me last night. She said yes."
Ok boys, a little tip. As sucky as it is to tell someone you don't want to date them anymore, at least offer a phone call. Breaking up with someone over the internet is not acceptable. Not over email, not over instant messenger, not over text message.
Also, do not get involved with another girl before you end it with the previous girl. It is wise to only maintain one relationship at a time. If you have lost interest in the girl you are dating, end it. Do not hold on to her. It's just too complicated. You're not just messing with her head, you're messing with your own head. The poor boy. No wonder he felt the need to pull it out - I think he may have temporarily forgotten who he was with. It's difficult to keep these things organized in your head. So back to the story...
What???????? There's someone else?? And wait, we were dating last weekend, and you were sharing your jewels with me not long before that. I didn't ask for them, but you were happy to volunteer them. And there's someone else? And how long have you been playing both of us at the same time? And what on earth possessed you to ask her to marry you last night and THEN break up with me? Well it's just as well. Your jewels were nothing compared to bad date #1. I mean, if you're going to share the salute, I'll share the evaluation. So THERE!
And really, it's just as well. I couldn't seriously look my husband in the face and call him Doyle. He didn't go by Doyle though. He went by D'. That's right D with an apostrophe following it, which he was sure to point out to people. "I'm Dee, with an apostrophe." Why? Because his 3 names all started with D. He also hated "Doyle," so he decided to abbreviate, hence the apostrophe. I'll leave you to comment on all the things the D could be short for. I'm sure you can tell my imagination runs wild there...
Now, I know many of you have cringed and shared your absolute horror and disgust with me over bad date story #1. Yes, that story is 100% true. Yes, it really did happen to ME. And maybe now you will all understand why I sometimes have reservations about dating. Sometimes I can't wait to date. Other times I remember these horrible experiences.
Number 2 isn't so much one particular date as an almost-entire dating story. One night was ummm awkward, but the end of the relationship was just hilarious.
Some time after date #1 I started to date another guy. This guy lived in Sandy, Utah. This guy was deaf, and lived with his family. I wasn't concerned about the deaf factor as I was pretty fluent in sign language at the time, but found that wasn't necessary because he had hearing aids and did rather well with them. He was a returned missionary and worked for the church inspecting fabric. As an employee of the church he was required to maintain a temple recommend. Not a bad kind of boyfriend to have, really. In true Utah dating fashion, we had dated about a month and started talking about the M-word. Looking at rings. You know the drill.
One night we went out to Payson or something to visit one of his mission companions or one of his friends or something. I have no idea what all we did at said friend's house. His friends woman was there also, so it was kind of a double date. We watched a movie, the 4 of us. And we all cuddled up under blankets with our honeys. We had a lovely, schmoopy time enjoying everyone's company and of course loving cuddling up. The boy drove me home at the end of the evening. We were sitting in the car talking, and kissing a little bit. We were directly under my bedroom window - there was a student parking lot right there. I knew any of my roommates or neighbors could look down and see us sitting in the car. In the course of the kissing and conversation, he determines that maybe we should um... progress a little bit.
Now, granted, I'll take a little responsibility here. We were sitting in his car. Making out in a car is not exactly easy or convenient. My hand was on his leg. Not scandalously, just on his leg. I learned an important thing this night about having your hand on a guy's leg. Keep your hands on your own lap. You can also keep your hands on his shoulders. One hand on his shoulder might even be handy, so that if he gets a little too "in your face" you can easily push him back a little bit so you can breathe for a minute. But, if you put your hand on HIS leg, even if it's not scandalously, apparently it's scandalous for HIM. Which reminds me of another bad date story. Well, it wasn't BAD, just ummm not the best. Awkward. But that's another story for another time. So, my hand was on his leg. Don't do that. Ok? Just don't do that. Apparently that's code for "show me the goods, cowboy!" Now, if you want to see the goods, then by all means, go right ahead.
So my hand was on his leg. We're kissing. He says to me, "so do you want to see it?" I am thinking "ummm what might I want to see?" And then, before I know it, there it is. Yes folks. The little general. In full salute. Right before my, and possibly my roommates' and my neighbors', very eyes. You would have thought there was a cop behind me telling me to keep my hands where he could see them. Now, I ask, what is a girl to do when a boy decides to share the jewels?
I mean, I'm all for jewelry. I like sparkley, shiny things like diamonds and all. And how on earth do you get it out so fast that a girl hardly has a time to respond and say "No don't! it's NOT attractive! I know the two of you may have a great relationship, but that doesn't mean I want in on that. Two's company, three's a crowd!"
A couple weeks after that, the boyfriend went out of town for the weekend. He hadn't said anything about going out of town for the long weekend. I called his house wanting to do something, and his mom said he was out of town. He'd gone to Vegas with some friends. I thought, "well that's nice. What a fun time." He got back into town Monday night. Apparently he was pretty upset that I wasn't so interested in his jewels so he didn't want to offer me any jewelry. I'm starting to think that maybe someone else was more interested in the jewels. Monday night he IM'd me. It's funny how certain conversations stick in your head for YEARS. This happened probably in 2001. So this is what he says to me:
"Sara, I can't see you anymore. Actually, there's someone else. I asked her to marry me last night. She said yes."
Ok boys, a little tip. As sucky as it is to tell someone you don't want to date them anymore, at least offer a phone call. Breaking up with someone over the internet is not acceptable. Not over email, not over instant messenger, not over text message.
Also, do not get involved with another girl before you end it with the previous girl. It is wise to only maintain one relationship at a time. If you have lost interest in the girl you are dating, end it. Do not hold on to her. It's just too complicated. You're not just messing with her head, you're messing with your own head. The poor boy. No wonder he felt the need to pull it out - I think he may have temporarily forgotten who he was with. It's difficult to keep these things organized in your head. So back to the story...
What???????? There's someone else?? And wait, we were dating last weekend, and you were sharing your jewels with me not long before that. I didn't ask for them, but you were happy to volunteer them. And there's someone else? And how long have you been playing both of us at the same time? And what on earth possessed you to ask her to marry you last night and THEN break up with me? Well it's just as well. Your jewels were nothing compared to bad date #1. I mean, if you're going to share the salute, I'll share the evaluation. So THERE!
And really, it's just as well. I couldn't seriously look my husband in the face and call him Doyle. He didn't go by Doyle though. He went by D'. That's right D with an apostrophe following it, which he was sure to point out to people. "I'm Dee, with an apostrophe." Why? Because his 3 names all started with D. He also hated "Doyle," so he decided to abbreviate, hence the apostrophe. I'll leave you to comment on all the things the D could be short for. I'm sure you can tell my imagination runs wild there...
Friday, June 20, 2008
If only...
...every office was like this
The embedding link didn't work so sorry.... here's the link you'll just have to surf there:
Battle of the Century?
The embedding link didn't work so sorry.... here's the link you'll just have to surf there:
Battle of the Century?
a letter to a friend.
dear jules.
i hate you.
i will never sleep again.** (see note)
love sara.
** NOTE: http://www.sporcle.com/games/
i hate you.
i will never sleep again.** (see note)
love sara.
** NOTE: http://www.sporcle.com/games/
coming soon...
bad date story #2. just hold your horses. i'm kind of busy. school is finishing. i'm applying to graduate school. and my car is dying. slowly and painfully. the mechanic told me to drive stanley until he dies. so sad! so i am fixing to be 30g in the hole in about 12 months. aren't you envious. ha. no really. you are. i know it.
The solution to all my problems...
We single people have a tough lot in life. We suffer through so many things, are harassed regularly about why we aren't yet married, what could possibly be wrong with us that someone hasn't snatched us up yet and what, don't we want to get married??!!! Well... in perusing a particular yahoo group posting, I think I have solved the problem of the singles.
Please read the following:
Here's the solution, not only for the PoorBoy who cannot get a good haircut (which I can do pretty well - better than haircuttery at least...I think... right? Or...no???), but also for those of us who may struggle with the perpetual singles scene.
Wow, it's so simple. So. Actually, I already have a pair of clippers. So I should just buzz it all off then? And then I'll be in grad school, I'll have a new car (Stanley is dying a slow and painful death), and the man of my dreams will swoop around the corner and put a ring on my finger, and we'll not have any debt and life will be happily ever after. And all because I buzzed my hair!!!!
If only I'd known this years ago, I could also be so lucky as to have 30 children following me around already. *sigh* the things you miss out on...
*names have been changed to protect the clueless and rude...
Please read the following:
- 16a.
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STILL ISO a barber I can trust
Posted by: "Poorboy still needing a trim"*
Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:01 pm (PDT)
So.... nobody responded to this question the last time I asked it, but I thought I'd try again.
I'm looking for a barber/stylist that won't butcher my hair, as Haircuttery barbers are wont to do. I'm looking for quality and professionalism, but I'd rather not pay more than $20. Any suggestions? - PoorBoy
Here's the solution, not only for the PoorBoy who cannot get a good haircut (which I can do pretty well - better than haircuttery at least...I think... right? Or...no???), but also for those of us who may struggle with the perpetual singles scene.
- 16b.
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Re: STILL ISO a barber I can trust
Posted by: "Man with all the answers"*
Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:01 pm (PDT)
Spend 20 bucks and go buy some clippers, then buzz your head. It's been a
while but when I finally decided to buzz my head, a couple weeks later I had
a girlfriend, a new job and did quite well on the LSAT. I am now married to
that girl and in law school.
Think about it. It will save you so much money in the long run, and who
knows what else might happen, your hair might be holding you back. - -AnswerMan
Wow, it's so simple. So. Actually, I already have a pair of clippers. So I should just buzz it all off then? And then I'll be in grad school, I'll have a new car (Stanley is dying a slow and painful death), and the man of my dreams will swoop around the corner and put a ring on my finger, and we'll not have any debt and life will be happily ever after. And all because I buzzed my hair!!!!
If only I'd known this years ago, I could also be so lucky as to have 30 children following me around already. *sigh* the things you miss out on...
*names have been changed to protect the clueless and rude...
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