Clearly the little man has learned a few things from his Daddy.. watch out ladies! ;)
Love you Budders!!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My Valentine...Sort of.
So here are some pictures of the little Budders for Valentine's Day. I seriously can't believe how big he is, and how fast he has grown into a little man that makes us pee our pants on a regular basis... However, you wouldn't guess that with the serious pose. But hey, this kid takes love seriously. And his ice cream cones. Most boys carry around cars... He prefers these. Go figure.
Clearly the little man has learned a few things from his Daddy.. watch out ladies! ;)
Love you Budders!!
Clearly the little man has learned a few things from his Daddy.. watch out ladies! ;)
Love you Budders!!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A week in review...
Thursday, Feb 3rd: Start the big task of making my very first wedding cake. Cake that is supposed to feed over 150+ guests. How does one even begin to calculate how much cake is actually needed is beyond me.. But just a little FYI.. Baked 5 tiers, with 2 layers on each tier. Pan sizes ranging from 16"- 5". This puppy was massive. An played a little game of phone tag with the Captain all day.
Friday, Feb 4th: "Happy Birthday, Monica!" Even though I would have loved to be in Studio City with my Besters on her birthday, I had a cake to assemble and decorate. After 10 hours of slicing, stacking, crumb coating, frosting, frosting, and more frosting. We put our final touches on the cake and I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. And a huge wave of exhaustion. And then I got two text messages. One from my mom saying that Justine was back in the hospital. And the other from my sister saying how Justine was in the hospital because she was wasted and perhaps also on some sort of drugs. 13 years old. And a Diabetic. Wonderful. Phone tag still in effect, so I send the Captain a text telling him about Justine. Get no response. (Insert eye roll here.)
Saturday, Feb 5th: "The Big Reveal!" Woke up late, and was on the phone all morning trying to get all the info on what happened with Justine. Still in shock that she is playing with booze, and not with Bratz. Still no word from the Captain. Slight feelings of anger starting to brew. Go to drop off massive confectionary concoction at reception site, only to find that one of the tiers has started to sink. Start to panic, slightly. As we were walking in with the cake, the lady that works there says, "Its leaning... do you know its leaning?" Thank you, Captain Obvious. We try to salvage it, but then I say, "It is what it is, and we'll just display it at an angle and no one will know the difference." Remind myself that this cake is for my cousin's wedding. My cousin who is 18, pregnant, and getting married to someone she has been with since December. Of 2010. So I think this little "leaning tower of buttercream" is the least of her worries right now. Race home to get showered and beautified for a wedding. Go to wedding, which is outdoor evening wedding... in February. Wedding starts 45 minutes late, at which point they have the same instrumental version of "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles playing on repeat. I heard it play 11 times, which is after I realized that it was playing on repeat, and began to count. I literally almost lost my mind to that song. Anyways, so the wedding was a success. We laughed, we cried, we danced, we froze. And then it was off to bed. Still no word from the captain. Grrrrrr....
Sunday, Feb 6th: "Go Packers!" Luckily I was scheduled to work the game, so I didn't have to wake up early. Was able to relax, walk the boys, and sit in silence before walking into the madness of Superbowl. Still no word from the Captain. Very agitated and trying not to take it out on any males that happened to be sitting at any of the tables I'm serving. As if I wasn't feeling rejected enough, as luck would have it, my last table was actually my very first rejection experience, the one and only, Flannel Phil! Lucky for him, I think he was too drunk to remember who I was. And lucky for me, I was able to get another look at him and totally change my mind about his gorgeousness. Dodged a bullet on that one, phew!
Monday, Feb 7th: Agitation has turned to rage, and when the Captain actually calls in the morning, I reject it. I tell myself, I will let him squirm for a day before accepting his apology for being insensitive. Monday is usually our dinner and movie night. So I revel in the fact that he is probably bummed sitting at home. While I am bundled up on the couch with Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars.
Tuesday, Feb 8th: Have a busy day in the office and running errands, that I don't really realize that he hasn't called 'til the evening. And then I get pissed. I'm sitting at home cheering myself up with Ellen Degeneres and Nate Berkus episodes, and then I get a phone call from work friends to go Karaoke. I jump at the chance to scream out my frustrations and throw on some jeans and Uggs and am out the door. Only to find out that nobody has Karaoke on Tuesdays anymore. But luckily we found a place with 80's music and I danced my little heart out and sweated like you wouldn't believe. Uggs were not the wisest choice that night.
Wednesday, Feb 9th: Seriously!! So over this man. I can't even remember the last conversation we had. Don't know why on Earth he would be mad and ignoring me?! Unless of course he found out about me kissing Skip, haha, but that is beside the point here. I have now reached the point of extreme stubbornness, which is new to me. Apparently, the Zodiac has changed, and I am no longer a Gemini, but now a Taurus. Not that I am one to follow the Zodiac strictly, but I'm embracing this Bullheadedness! Screw him! I went out to happy hour with some girls, and as luck would have it, the place was full of businessmen! Successful men that wear suits?? Umm.. yes please! Out with the old and in with the new..
And now as for Today, Feb 10th, I am feeling stronger and still a bit angry. Mostly at myself for letting this man consume so much of my life so far. I already made plans with my little lady for Valentine's Day, so I won't let him take anymore time away from me.
"All the single ladies, alll the single ladies... put your hands up!"
Friday, Feb 4th: "Happy Birthday, Monica!" Even though I would have loved to be in Studio City with my Besters on her birthday, I had a cake to assemble and decorate. After 10 hours of slicing, stacking, crumb coating, frosting, frosting, and more frosting. We put our final touches on the cake and I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. And a huge wave of exhaustion. And then I got two text messages. One from my mom saying that Justine was back in the hospital. And the other from my sister saying how Justine was in the hospital because she was wasted and perhaps also on some sort of drugs. 13 years old. And a Diabetic. Wonderful. Phone tag still in effect, so I send the Captain a text telling him about Justine. Get no response. (Insert eye roll here.)
Saturday, Feb 5th: "The Big Reveal!" Woke up late, and was on the phone all morning trying to get all the info on what happened with Justine. Still in shock that she is playing with booze, and not with Bratz. Still no word from the Captain. Slight feelings of anger starting to brew. Go to drop off massive confectionary concoction at reception site, only to find that one of the tiers has started to sink. Start to panic, slightly. As we were walking in with the cake, the lady that works there says, "Its leaning... do you know its leaning?" Thank you, Captain Obvious. We try to salvage it, but then I say, "It is what it is, and we'll just display it at an angle and no one will know the difference." Remind myself that this cake is for my cousin's wedding. My cousin who is 18, pregnant, and getting married to someone she has been with since December. Of 2010. So I think this little "leaning tower of buttercream" is the least of her worries right now. Race home to get showered and beautified for a wedding. Go to wedding, which is outdoor evening wedding... in February. Wedding starts 45 minutes late, at which point they have the same instrumental version of "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles playing on repeat. I heard it play 11 times, which is after I realized that it was playing on repeat, and began to count. I literally almost lost my mind to that song. Anyways, so the wedding was a success. We laughed, we cried, we danced, we froze. And then it was off to bed. Still no word from the captain. Grrrrrr....
Sunday, Feb 6th: "Go Packers!" Luckily I was scheduled to work the game, so I didn't have to wake up early. Was able to relax, walk the boys, and sit in silence before walking into the madness of Superbowl. Still no word from the Captain. Very agitated and trying not to take it out on any males that happened to be sitting at any of the tables I'm serving. As if I wasn't feeling rejected enough, as luck would have it, my last table was actually my very first rejection experience, the one and only, Flannel Phil! Lucky for him, I think he was too drunk to remember who I was. And lucky for me, I was able to get another look at him and totally change my mind about his gorgeousness. Dodged a bullet on that one, phew!
Monday, Feb 7th: Agitation has turned to rage, and when the Captain actually calls in the morning, I reject it. I tell myself, I will let him squirm for a day before accepting his apology for being insensitive. Monday is usually our dinner and movie night. So I revel in the fact that he is probably bummed sitting at home. While I am bundled up on the couch with Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars.
Tuesday, Feb 8th: Have a busy day in the office and running errands, that I don't really realize that he hasn't called 'til the evening. And then I get pissed. I'm sitting at home cheering myself up with Ellen Degeneres and Nate Berkus episodes, and then I get a phone call from work friends to go Karaoke. I jump at the chance to scream out my frustrations and throw on some jeans and Uggs and am out the door. Only to find out that nobody has Karaoke on Tuesdays anymore. But luckily we found a place with 80's music and I danced my little heart out and sweated like you wouldn't believe. Uggs were not the wisest choice that night.
Wednesday, Feb 9th: Seriously!! So over this man. I can't even remember the last conversation we had. Don't know why on Earth he would be mad and ignoring me?! Unless of course he found out about me kissing Skip, haha, but that is beside the point here. I have now reached the point of extreme stubbornness, which is new to me. Apparently, the Zodiac has changed, and I am no longer a Gemini, but now a Taurus. Not that I am one to follow the Zodiac strictly, but I'm embracing this Bullheadedness! Screw him! I went out to happy hour with some girls, and as luck would have it, the place was full of businessmen! Successful men that wear suits?? Umm.. yes please! Out with the old and in with the new..
And now as for Today, Feb 10th, I am feeling stronger and still a bit angry. Mostly at myself for letting this man consume so much of my life so far. I already made plans with my little lady for Valentine's Day, so I won't let him take anymore time away from me.
"All the single ladies, alll the single ladies... put your hands up!"
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