I Can't, I'm sick

I was talking to Bob last night and he said Donna was sick. He told me about Teresa having made some chicken noodle soup and trying to get Donna to come eat it, Donna's response, I can't, I'm sick. So I decided I'm going with that too.

I can't, I'm sick.

I finished the Pirate Princess cake for my friend's daughter, after staying up all night and driving to Park City to set it up and finish it. I figure it took me 30 hours-ish to do the cake. But staying up all night was not a good thing.

I've got some kind of cold or something now--I suppose it is only fair as the weather was trying hard to give us our first snow in the valley. It only makes sense I come down with something. That and we turned the heat on, so that first few times the heater kicks on, it always wreaks havoc on me and my sinuses.

So here I sit, trying not to fall over, cause my ear hurts, popping my ears, and trying not to gag on whatever is draining from my sinuses down the back of my throat.

In the meantime, I think I'll go back to bed. I think it will make me feel better, although at some point I'll have to wash some of James' work clothes, as well as the whites. Oh, that reminds me, I think I have towels in the washer, hope they aren't mildewy, I guess I'll have to run them through again.

For you in the meantime, check out the latest cakes on the Sweet Sue Honey B blog.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Donna did eat her soup, and then she asked her daddy what he was eating (he was actually cutting up his antelope). He told her he was eating meatballs and held out a piece to her, at which point she again said, I can't, I'm sick. But when he took a bite from his cookie, she said, oooh cookie.

Until next time...

Feeling a little like a slug

I just realized I have not posted in what seems like forever... UGH! Had I let it go three more days it would have been a month.

I guess that goes to show that no one really cares too much about what goes on day to day in my life, at least to try and bug me about it, so I'd write more often.

At any rate, I am still alive and functioning, albeit, it feels like barely (especially on days like today).

I have a cake to work on for a little boy's birthday. His brother had his birthday last weekend. He had a cowboy cake, he turned 5. This week the boy will be 7 and he is having a pirate birthday. I'm excited, mostly cause the 5 year old last week was so excited and LOVED his cake, so I am hoping the 7 year old feel the same way.

Next week, I'm doing a cake for a friend's daughter. It's a sweet 16 and the theme is pirate princess. It'll be pink, black and white, with skulls and crossbones, it's gonna be cute. In lieu of a cash payment for that cake, my friend is getting me a Cricut machine--I am so excited!!! I've been wanting one, but haven't been able to bring myself to buy one, so I'll finally get one!

In other news, I am still looking for work. I swear, I don;t think I am going to get a job unless I reduce myself to food or retail. But I am scheduled to take the Sub orientation Nov 6, then I'll be able to substitute teach in Alpine district. I also get to start my classes soon, I hope!!!

I guess I'm gonna go work on the kitchen some and then work on cake stuff... Lots to do for these two cakes.

Until next time...