Since my picture of Ginger Bear that I took 3 days ago, Little Miss O has fallen in love with it. Now she has become a bit of a hoarder of stuffed animals. She has grown attached to a certain blanket that goes to be and nap with her, she insists on both stuffed animals that have pacifiers attached and now Ginger Bear.
It makes me happy to see my little girls get so excited when I find Ginger Bear and hand it to her with a final goodnight kiss. I also like that Ginger Bear is getting love on a regular basis, not just sitting on a shelf holding onto its own memories. Now Ginger Bear and Opal get to make their own memories!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Ginger Bear
My family has been closely affected by ovarian cancer. Not so much breast cancer. We have had our fair share of lumps but not much more than multiple annoying tests, biopsies, or other. I don't want to sound mean. But I do feel we are all aware of this problem. We have all been pinked. We have been pink washed with the raising of awareness. But we, as a nation, have been splendidly unaware of ovarian cancer. My family, not so much. Until recently I was unaware that there were races or fundraisers or whatever for this cause. A good friend of mine posted on facebook that she would be participating in 'Jodie's Race' for ovarian cancer awareness. I was excited, I need a reason to get into shape and making running this 5k a goal, I will have a shot of getting in shape. But more importantly, I have a cause that is very meaningful to me.
I don't have many memories of Aunt Ginger. I vaguely remember seeing her at my other Aunt's house. Being so young and unaware of the pain she was suffering through. Not understanding why my mom was upset. I do remember her funeral. I am certain I didn't understand what was really going on there. I remember thinking how cool it was to ride in a limo.
In reading old postings on my mom's blog, in regards to Aunt Ginger, there was one statement that stood out to me. This may not be verbatim, but it has been in my thoughts for a few days and seems so fitting in the strangest ways. She said, the moment that Ginger passed, things that Ginger kept as priceless keepsakes became worthless and things that she considered minuscule or worthless became priceless possessions for others.
One thing I do remember and will always, is being taken to her room and told I can pick out one thing to keep. I chose a small teddy bear. Not a very comfy or fluffy bear. Just a plain ordinary teal colored bear. I carried it with me almost everywhere for a while. One of the places I carried it was a friends house, who asked me what I had. When I told the short story of picking out my bear, the response that came stuck with my little bear forever. That little boy said to his mom, "Look, she has a Ginger Bear."
I have cleaned out my childhood room, I have packed up memories and have mostly forgotten about them. I have donated many things that I had once called special and grew out of. But I have never allowed my Ginger Bear to be in a box. Ginger, until today, has been in the nursery on a shelf.
In looking at the website about the race I noticed the 'color' for the cause is teal. I had bought new running shoes this weekend, in looking through the shelf for the purple ones, I found my size, the only pair left in my size. I tried them on and when I opened the box I was bummed to see that they weren't purple, they were grey with teal stripes. But now I see that is okay. Because with my teal bear, my teal shoes and my teal cause, I will run this race for Ginger.
I don't have many memories of Aunt Ginger. I vaguely remember seeing her at my other Aunt's house. Being so young and unaware of the pain she was suffering through. Not understanding why my mom was upset. I do remember her funeral. I am certain I didn't understand what was really going on there. I remember thinking how cool it was to ride in a limo.
In reading old postings on my mom's blog, in regards to Aunt Ginger, there was one statement that stood out to me. This may not be verbatim, but it has been in my thoughts for a few days and seems so fitting in the strangest ways. She said, the moment that Ginger passed, things that Ginger kept as priceless keepsakes became worthless and things that she considered minuscule or worthless became priceless possessions for others.
One thing I do remember and will always, is being taken to her room and told I can pick out one thing to keep. I chose a small teddy bear. Not a very comfy or fluffy bear. Just a plain ordinary teal colored bear. I carried it with me almost everywhere for a while. One of the places I carried it was a friends house, who asked me what I had. When I told the short story of picking out my bear, the response that came stuck with my little bear forever. That little boy said to his mom, "Look, she has a Ginger Bear."
I have cleaned out my childhood room, I have packed up memories and have mostly forgotten about them. I have donated many things that I had once called special and grew out of. But I have never allowed my Ginger Bear to be in a box. Ginger, until today, has been in the nursery on a shelf.
In looking at the website about the race I noticed the 'color' for the cause is teal. I had bought new running shoes this weekend, in looking through the shelf for the purple ones, I found my size, the only pair left in my size. I tried them on and when I opened the box I was bummed to see that they weren't purple, they were grey with teal stripes. But now I see that is okay. Because with my teal bear, my teal shoes and my teal cause, I will run this race for Ginger.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Oh Frick!
Ever have a day where if you kept score, you obviously lost by noon and it didn't get much better after that? I do. It seems like a lot, really there are a lot of those days, they are just spaced well. Or I can be positive and say there aren't that many and I seem to survive okay. But I am not in that positive mood right now. So allow me to get my pessimism out. Yesterday sucked. And I don't want to relive hardly any of it, I will only tell you of the one thing that I might find funny in a week or ten. But the rest I am going to try and forget.
Obviously, yesterday, I was stressed to the tips of my hair. I felt the strain of the day and wanted it to be done torturing me. It was only 6pm and I hadn't started my fantastic dinner of spaghetti. The "I have to make dinner but don't want to" meal. I got a call from a friend asking if they could come over and let their birthday girl play with Big Girl J, since all day that is all she asked for. I figured there was no harm, but the house was a bit messy and I hadn't started my cop out dinner. So I get up, a bit more motivated but still bitter at the day, and start water on the stove. I then began to pick up random toys laying all over the house. I get the meat cooking, saute the mushrooms and think I may have finally got the perfect amount of noodles in the boiling water. I always do too much and when it isn't too much, I have actually cooked too little and had to make more. But this batch proves my day might just end well.
The girls help pick up their mess, and have been playing nice. They kept running into the kitchen and tickling me from behind, then I would turn around and tickle them back till they ran out of the kitchen screaming. Wonderful husband calls and says he is on his way home, and needless to say all of this happening with in 10 minutes hasn't helped my frazzled brain too much. I pull out my strainer and stick it in the sink. I grab the pan of boiling noodles cooked perfectly and dump them in the strainer. I pick the strainer and shake it gently. I then move to dump the noodles back into the pan and drop one side of the strainer. I then watch the noodles dump down the garbage disposal. I scream. Then I have an idiotic moment and promptly shove my hand down into the middle of the steaming once boiling noodles, my scream changes from that of disbelief to pain. For I have just burned my hand. Only to the point of opening a dry skin crack and causing a slightly goofy feeling in the tips of my fingers for less than 24 hours.
I then decide to walk away.
Big Girl J was kind enough to ask me if I was OK, she was very concerned about mom, because mom doesn't always scream like that.
In all fairness, I am surprised that I don't scream like that more often. After I called Wonderful Husband and held back the tears. I returned to the sink. I found this.
I turned on the water, flipped the garbage disposal switch. Filled the pan with water and put it back on the stove. Then told the girls, "dinner will be just a little bit longer," And walked away. Again.
Obviously, yesterday, I was stressed to the tips of my hair. I felt the strain of the day and wanted it to be done torturing me. It was only 6pm and I hadn't started my fantastic dinner of spaghetti. The "I have to make dinner but don't want to" meal. I got a call from a friend asking if they could come over and let their birthday girl play with Big Girl J, since all day that is all she asked for. I figured there was no harm, but the house was a bit messy and I hadn't started my cop out dinner. So I get up, a bit more motivated but still bitter at the day, and start water on the stove. I then began to pick up random toys laying all over the house. I get the meat cooking, saute the mushrooms and think I may have finally got the perfect amount of noodles in the boiling water. I always do too much and when it isn't too much, I have actually cooked too little and had to make more. But this batch proves my day might just end well.
The girls help pick up their mess, and have been playing nice. They kept running into the kitchen and tickling me from behind, then I would turn around and tickle them back till they ran out of the kitchen screaming. Wonderful husband calls and says he is on his way home, and needless to say all of this happening with in 10 minutes hasn't helped my frazzled brain too much. I pull out my strainer and stick it in the sink. I grab the pan of boiling noodles cooked perfectly and dump them in the strainer. I pick the strainer and shake it gently. I then move to dump the noodles back into the pan and drop one side of the strainer. I then watch the noodles dump down the garbage disposal. I scream. Then I have an idiotic moment and promptly shove my hand down into the middle of the steaming once boiling noodles, my scream changes from that of disbelief to pain. For I have just burned my hand. Only to the point of opening a dry skin crack and causing a slightly goofy feeling in the tips of my fingers for less than 24 hours.
I then decide to walk away.
Big Girl J was kind enough to ask me if I was OK, she was very concerned about mom, because mom doesn't always scream like that.
In all fairness, I am surprised that I don't scream like that more often. After I called Wonderful Husband and held back the tears. I returned to the sink. I found this.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Because I Love My Big Girl
I am making birthday invites for Big Girl J's fourth birthday. I enjoy making the invites. I have fun coming up with a theme and using my scrap booking items to have a cute and creative card. The problem is I find a theme I like, I make an invite 'template' and I get half way through the hard part of mass producing the invites and think to myself, "Why can't I just buy a pack of cheap invites and fill out the blank lines?!"
Last night Wonderful Husband said it was because I am making all the other mom's jealous. Really that doesn't have anything to do with it. I want my girls to look back at the birthday party scrapbook I hope to make for them one day and think that they always had the coolest birthday party. Maybe it is because we ask people not to bring presents, just come and have fun. We take any reason for a good BBQ and getting friends together.
Whatever the reason may be, I know, deep in my heart, I am crazy. This year I have the most invites to make than any year before due to her 15 friends at preschool. I should have taken that in to consideration. I am making 30 under the sea birthday invites. I decided a cute fish on the front with the colorful 'scales.' I had some really fun shine and glittery paper from a paper pack I had purchase a year or so ago. Each fish needs 10 one inch circle punches of the different colors. Two of each color, then the circles are cut in half and layered on the fish cut out. This means I have had to punch 300 one inch circles. I should have taken the hint at that point that I was in over my head. But no, I am stubborn and crazy. Yesterday I spent a total of five hours attaching the scales. FIVE HOURS! That is only attaching the scales. That doesn't include the 3 hours I spent the other night cutting out the fishes, punching out the circles, cutting the pretty paper, and mostly assembling the card.
Today there is still the wording to 'attach.' In my template I used little embellishments to attach the wording on the front and inside. I am starting to think glue is good enough. I need to conserve my energy and keep my remaining small amount of sanity that may be buried deep beneath the crazy, but if I still have some I am determined to keep it. And the invite for the scrapbook, that one can have the cute embellishments!
Last night Wonderful Husband said it was because I am making all the other mom's jealous. Really that doesn't have anything to do with it. I want my girls to look back at the birthday party scrapbook I hope to make for them one day and think that they always had the coolest birthday party. Maybe it is because we ask people not to bring presents, just come and have fun. We take any reason for a good BBQ and getting friends together.
Whatever the reason may be, I know, deep in my heart, I am crazy. This year I have the most invites to make than any year before due to her 15 friends at preschool. I should have taken that in to consideration. I am making 30 under the sea birthday invites. I decided a cute fish on the front with the colorful 'scales.' I had some really fun shine and glittery paper from a paper pack I had purchase a year or so ago. Each fish needs 10 one inch circle punches of the different colors. Two of each color, then the circles are cut in half and layered on the fish cut out. This means I have had to punch 300 one inch circles. I should have taken the hint at that point that I was in over my head. But no, I am stubborn and crazy. Yesterday I spent a total of five hours attaching the scales. FIVE HOURS! That is only attaching the scales. That doesn't include the 3 hours I spent the other night cutting out the fishes, punching out the circles, cutting the pretty paper, and mostly assembling the card.
Monday, February 28, 2011
All Hail the Paint Gods
As a religious person I say that joking. Please do not stike me with lighting!
Wonderful Hubby and I had the energy/ time to do a project this weekend that was being put off for a reason. Most of the walls in our house are dry wall covered in plaster. The pattern texture is quite nice and shows that the house is a bit older, you just don't see that in newer houses. Probably because plaster doesn't give and we seem to have a few cracks here and there. Lucky while tackling the project of fixing the big ones you can see the cracks don't go past the plaster. The reason this project had been put off for so long, it is a chain reaction. These certain walls I speak of have no break, like a door way, they all connect. This means that you can't just repair and paint wall 'A', because the new white shows that the old white is about 10 years old! I am not sure you can call it white after comparing it to a new white. so wall 'B' that needed no repair had to be painted, then wall 'C' that had a repair connected to wall 'D' and so on until my living room and dinning room got new paint. Luckily the ceiling has a nice break/ edge, where shadowing doesn't show the difference in color unless really looking for it. So it is good enough for us!
A few weeks ago Wonderful Husband and I had picked out a nice tan/ beige color for the dinning room called waves of grain. I suggested in his first run to the small hardware store to look at the shelf of 'oops' paint. He brought home a $5 bucket of paint that is so close to the color of our sample, you could have guessed it was the right color!
As nice as that luck is, it really wouldn't have made a big difference in the long run since the room prior to new paint was just old white.
However in the 'nursery' there was a couple spots that needed fixing but the room had recently been done. In fact thanks to my wonderful family the room was decorated and painted prior to the arrival of Big Girl J. They did a wonderful job. Kept it neutral like I requested, however being pregnant when they asked to do this and needing to fix a spot. I was not as quick as I needed to be in finishing the wall prior to painting. I think over time and lack of watching DIY network prior to this, my drywall patching was less than mediocre. So in a trip to the larger hardware store we found a great creamy yellow on their 'oops' shelf for yet another $5.
Now Wonderful Husband grew up in an awfully colored room of gross yellow and green shag. He currently has a 'thing' again yellow. So getting him to agree to a $5 can of yellow made it easier to not need to repaint the entire room! However, how is it possible to get the right match off an 'oops' shelf? Apparently very!
Please excuse the darkness of the picture, but if you look at the wall directly below the center of the window you can see the difference of color, it is more dramatic here because the new yellow is still wet.
In this picture I have not edged the corner and only touched a couple spots on the wall to the left, and had completely painted the right wall.
I am very glad this was such a good match. I was tired from the weekend project and had a hard time getting Opal to nap in mommy's bed for nap and really wanted to let her sleep in her own room that evening! It was nice to have a project without surprises, excluding the surprise of matching paint!
Wonderful Hubby and I had the energy/ time to do a project this weekend that was being put off for a reason. Most of the walls in our house are dry wall covered in plaster. The pattern texture is quite nice and shows that the house is a bit older, you just don't see that in newer houses. Probably because plaster doesn't give and we seem to have a few cracks here and there. Lucky while tackling the project of fixing the big ones you can see the cracks don't go past the plaster. The reason this project had been put off for so long, it is a chain reaction. These certain walls I speak of have no break, like a door way, they all connect. This means that you can't just repair and paint wall 'A', because the new white shows that the old white is about 10 years old! I am not sure you can call it white after comparing it to a new white. so wall 'B' that needed no repair had to be painted, then wall 'C' that had a repair connected to wall 'D' and so on until my living room and dinning room got new paint. Luckily the ceiling has a nice break/ edge, where shadowing doesn't show the difference in color unless really looking for it. So it is good enough for us!
A few weeks ago Wonderful Husband and I had picked out a nice tan/ beige color for the dinning room called waves of grain. I suggested in his first run to the small hardware store to look at the shelf of 'oops' paint. He brought home a $5 bucket of paint that is so close to the color of our sample, you could have guessed it was the right color!
However in the 'nursery' there was a couple spots that needed fixing but the room had recently been done. In fact thanks to my wonderful family the room was decorated and painted prior to the arrival of Big Girl J. They did a wonderful job. Kept it neutral like I requested, however being pregnant when they asked to do this and needing to fix a spot. I was not as quick as I needed to be in finishing the wall prior to painting. I think over time and lack of watching DIY network prior to this, my drywall patching was less than mediocre. So in a trip to the larger hardware store we found a great creamy yellow on their 'oops' shelf for yet another $5.
Now Wonderful Husband grew up in an awfully colored room of gross yellow and green shag. He currently has a 'thing' again yellow. So getting him to agree to a $5 can of yellow made it easier to not need to repaint the entire room! However, how is it possible to get the right match off an 'oops' shelf? Apparently very!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Pea in the Pod
I recently helped throw a baby shower for a dear friend of mine. Recently as in yesterday!
I offer to help throw the party to about everyone I know who is expecting, due to how much fun I have planning and putting on a party. Makes since I love my Pampered Chef business so much!
I offered my help to my dear friend and she took my up on the offer, saying her mom was in much need of help to plan a baby shower. It seems when her mom was asked if she was going to throw the party the mom starred at her and asked "can we serve beer"? Of course I was thrilled, and her mom was thrilled to have help.
When my dear friend was over for a football game, we talked about a theme and googled a few ideas. We decided on 'pea and a pod' and she offered to just place the order for the cheesy 'flyer' style invites all pre-printed and boring. I am not one to be excited for that style when I am involved. I really like to make my own, I don't know that they really look better, but I just need a reason to use all my scrap booking and card making items. If I don't use them for that, I won't be able to buy new stamps and paper anymore! I don't have a picture of the invites anymore, however I had three peas in a pod on the front, one pea had a simple smiley face. The wording said "Peas join us, before the Peas joins us!"
The funny thing about that wording is that the said 'pea' joined us two weeks before the baby shower! She was between 4 and 5 weeks early. However considerably healthy, she was able to breathe on her own, and ate very well. Baby got to go home a week after surprising her parents. Sweet baby was very small and needed to be kept away from large groups of people and children for 4 to 6 weeks, so baby didn't attend her own shower, but mommy got to have a drink at the shower. And she was excited about that, understandably from the stress she had dealt with over the past two weeks!
I helped plan the simple and fun games, no melted candy bars in the diaper game, I really do not like that game! One game was blindfold diaper changing (on dolls.) The best part of this game is once the new mom was blindfolded, we changed out her 'average' sized baby doll, for a very large over sized bunny stuffed animal. Her reaction was very entertaining!
The new grandma had purchased many Pea in the Pod decorations and baggies. And I was asked, or maybe I begged, to make the cake. We decide on a two tiered cake, bottom flavor of chocolate cake with strawberries and butter cream filling, top tier was a strawberry cake with chocolate ganache filling. This is the first cake I have made that I got to eat with the group! I did enjoy being able to eat the cake.
I have kept you in suspense long enough, here is the cake. I am quite proud of it. I did have to get creative to cover up some spots where my fondant job was less than perfect, but I think I hid it quite well!
I offer to help throw the party to about everyone I know who is expecting, due to how much fun I have planning and putting on a party. Makes since I love my Pampered Chef business so much!
I offered my help to my dear friend and she took my up on the offer, saying her mom was in much need of help to plan a baby shower. It seems when her mom was asked if she was going to throw the party the mom starred at her and asked "can we serve beer"? Of course I was thrilled, and her mom was thrilled to have help.
When my dear friend was over for a football game, we talked about a theme and googled a few ideas. We decided on 'pea and a pod' and she offered to just place the order for the cheesy 'flyer' style invites all pre-printed and boring. I am not one to be excited for that style when I am involved. I really like to make my own, I don't know that they really look better, but I just need a reason to use all my scrap booking and card making items. If I don't use them for that, I won't be able to buy new stamps and paper anymore! I don't have a picture of the invites anymore, however I had three peas in a pod on the front, one pea had a simple smiley face. The wording said "Peas join us, before the Peas joins us!"
The funny thing about that wording is that the said 'pea' joined us two weeks before the baby shower! She was between 4 and 5 weeks early. However considerably healthy, she was able to breathe on her own, and ate very well. Baby got to go home a week after surprising her parents. Sweet baby was very small and needed to be kept away from large groups of people and children for 4 to 6 weeks, so baby didn't attend her own shower, but mommy got to have a drink at the shower. And she was excited about that, understandably from the stress she had dealt with over the past two weeks!
I helped plan the simple and fun games, no melted candy bars in the diaper game, I really do not like that game! One game was blindfold diaper changing (on dolls.) The best part of this game is once the new mom was blindfolded, we changed out her 'average' sized baby doll, for a very large over sized bunny stuffed animal. Her reaction was very entertaining!
The new grandma had purchased many Pea in the Pod decorations and baggies. And I was asked, or maybe I begged, to make the cake. We decide on a two tiered cake, bottom flavor of chocolate cake with strawberries and butter cream filling, top tier was a strawberry cake with chocolate ganache filling. This is the first cake I have made that I got to eat with the group! I did enjoy being able to eat the cake.
I have kept you in suspense long enough, here is the cake. I am quite proud of it. I did have to get creative to cover up some spots where my fondant job was less than perfect, but I think I hid it quite well!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Who Plays with Diapers for FUN!?
So I am helping put together a baby shower. I think I may have mentioned this already, however, if I have not, then let me tell you that I am helping put together a baby shower. I enjoy this kind of stuff. Planning get together. Maybe that is why I enjoy Pampered Chef, I can do those fun get together with out making my friends get together every month. Because it is hard enough, now that we all have kids, to even get two of us together at a time.
I am doing two cakes for this baby shower. The first cake is edible, strawberry cake with gnache filling and chocolate cake with strawberry filling. The second cake is not exactly edible but usable. A diaper cake! I have read the Internet instructions and have seen the prices of what people charge. I should be charging more for the edible cakes if people can charge that for a cake made of diapers.
These cakes are super easy. However it seems to require a few more hands than what a normal human may have. Thanks to Wonderful Husband's hands (hehe) I was able to put this together quite easy and quick.
They do take a consider amount of diapers and just as many rubber bands. Since I am not sure who all reads this blog and who will be a the shower, I can not say how many diapers because that is one of the games.
When I met with the new mom's mom, to finish planning the shower. She showed me the two tiered diaper cake she purchased online with the rest of the pea in a pod decorations. She was a bit disappointed in how small the two tiered cake was. Her plan to stuff it with many fun baby items was stifled. Remembering seeing the instructions online and thinking, "that is silly easy," I offered to add to the existing cake.
If you want to make your own and keep it white, Pampers is the way to go, size 1 or 2, I used size 1, and the pre-made cake used size 2. Not a big difference in size when using them this way. If you want color and know diapers then you can buy accordingly to the patterns on the diaper. The 2nd tier on this cake was made from a size 3 diaper 'donated' by a friend who no longer has needs for that size. The purple stripe was un-avoidable with out turning the diaper inside out. But this will be covered so easily with a receiving blanket.
Back to how to make the cake. Roll each diaper and bind with a rubber band. You can use hair ties if the cake is for a baby girl. An empty paper towel roll works great for the middle and keeps the layers together. Shove a diaper in the roll and place 6 diapers around the roll. Tie with string or ribbon, this tie needs to be practical not decorative. Tie tight. This is where the other hands come in handy, one for keeping the diapers upright while getting the string in place and a finger to hold the knot tight. Then add out and up as desired. The six diapers around the center diaper is a perfect size for the top tier.
I will finish the edible cake tomorrow, but I am a little over booked for the next few days. So I will post the cake when I get a moment.
I am doing two cakes for this baby shower. The first cake is edible, strawberry cake with gnache filling and chocolate cake with strawberry filling. The second cake is not exactly edible but usable. A diaper cake! I have read the Internet instructions and have seen the prices of what people charge. I should be charging more for the edible cakes if people can charge that for a cake made of diapers.
They do take a consider amount of diapers and just as many rubber bands. Since I am not sure who all reads this blog and who will be a the shower, I can not say how many diapers because that is one of the games.
When I met with the new mom's mom, to finish planning the shower. She showed me the two tiered diaper cake she purchased online with the rest of the pea in a pod decorations. She was a bit disappointed in how small the two tiered cake was. Her plan to stuff it with many fun baby items was stifled. Remembering seeing the instructions online and thinking, "that is silly easy," I offered to add to the existing cake.
If you want to make your own and keep it white, Pampers is the way to go, size 1 or 2, I used size 1, and the pre-made cake used size 2. Not a big difference in size when using them this way. If you want color and know diapers then you can buy accordingly to the patterns on the diaper. The 2nd tier on this cake was made from a size 3 diaper 'donated' by a friend who no longer has needs for that size. The purple stripe was un-avoidable with out turning the diaper inside out. But this will be covered so easily with a receiving blanket.
Back to how to make the cake. Roll each diaper and bind with a rubber band. You can use hair ties if the cake is for a baby girl. An empty paper towel roll works great for the middle and keeps the layers together. Shove a diaper in the roll and place 6 diapers around the roll. Tie with string or ribbon, this tie needs to be practical not decorative. Tie tight. This is where the other hands come in handy, one for keeping the diapers upright while getting the string in place and a finger to hold the knot tight. Then add out and up as desired. The six diapers around the center diaper is a perfect size for the top tier.
I will finish the edible cake tomorrow, but I am a little over booked for the next few days. So I will post the cake when I get a moment.
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