Not Pushing Daisies, Just Pushing 40

Nope.  Not dead.

Yet.

I did however get one year closer to death recently.  I'm now 38, which can be considered "pushing 40," right?

I spent the day at a spa where I "took the waters" and relaxed, something which was long overdue considering the insanity that is now daily life at our house.  Things have sort of settled down a bit, which may or may not be due to intense therapy, introspection, an entire village (it takes one to raise a kid, dontchaknow) mediators/translators (I don't speak teenager well), cooling-off periods, or a combination of all of the above.

That, and the reminder to take everything one day at a time, one moment at a time.  Because when I try to take it in all at once?  That's when I teeter on the brink of insanity.

So here's to 38 being a year of taking steps, however small, away from the edge.

For the grand occasion, Ralph got me my favorite kind of roses (sterling), and they smell heavenly.  Thanks honey!

Me Like Cake

Every big milestone in someone's life usually involves cake. It's your birthday? Make a wish and blow out the candles on the cake! Getting married? Make sure to get a great picture of the cake for your album! Retiring? We'll sing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" while we bring out your cake. Anniversary? Baby Shower? Graduation? You name the special occasion, there is usually cake around somewhere.

Some people get their friends and family beautifully-decorated cakes to mark the milestones in their lives.

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Others get them whimsical cakes of their favorite things.

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At the very least, they get them tasteful, delicious-looking cakes.

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Poor Ralph. He got none of the above.





He told me I should send it in to Cake Wrecks, but I told him that site is only for professional cakes. I think he was disappointed that he wouldn't have more people pitying him for having to deal with such a disaster.