Monthly Archives: June 2011

It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a cake fanatic. But truth be told, I’m not that big a fan of the baking part, or even the icing part. I’m really just a fan of sculpting little things out … Continue reading →

I don’t know how it happened, but it seems we have become the local animal rescue as of late. Last time I checked, my name was not Diego and I didn’t have a magical orange rescue pack. But here we … Continue reading →

My dad has never been a sports fan. Normally, a girl wouldn’t stand much of a chance of becoming a lover of sports with a dad who’d rather be watching PBS or listening to classical music. But my mama raised … Continue reading →

There are so many words I could use to describe my boys. At 6 and 8, they are wild, loud, smelly, usually covered in dirt and up to no good. Exactly what you’d expect them to be. But the one … Continue reading →

Meet Hamburger. Hamburger is our resident turtle. Three years ago, at our local town celebration, he was disqualified from the turtle race for being a water turtle. Discrimination hurts, even when you’re a turtle, so we took pity on the … Continue reading →

Way back in November, about a week after my Angry Birds cake took over the internets, I was contacted by a cake magazine about featuring my work. Silly me, I assumed they meant the Angry Birds cake, so I told … Continue reading →

Some of you may know that I used to be a contributor at Testifyblog.com. The blog went through some changes, and our past content was lost in the process. I am no longer writing for Testify, and since those posts … Continue reading →

Last week, after a quick trip to town, I came home with this: Not really what you want to see when you get out of the car. The air was gushing out of that tire so fast, I could hear … Continue reading →

If you could hear the roar from the dugout, you would have assumed someone had hit a grand slam. A good ol’ solo home run, at the very least. The cheering was followed by the biggest round of high-5s and … Continue reading →

You and I both know that 6 and 8-year-old boys can’t dunk.  They’re too short, their hands aren’t big enough, they can’t jump high enough, and they’d more than likely get hurt trying. But if you tell them they can’t? … Continue reading →