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Beautiful spring weather we’re having today:
We’ve been getting March snowstorms now for the past four years. According to the weather reporter on my iPhone, it’s supposed to snow through tomorrow.
Robbie’s funeral is tomorrow. I’m still going to try to make it to New Orleans for it. Snow or no snow.
If you don’t know who he is, that’s ok. He was a friend of mine from about five years ago, from New Orleans, who helped me when I was pregnant with Chloe. I found out today that he passed away this morning from complications of HIV, at the age of 50. If anyone lives in New Orleans, you know him from the bar he ran. I worked there for several weeks while I was pregnant with Chloe. He was with me when I got my eye surgery. He fed me, housed me, and cared for me, even though we hadn’t spoken in nearly 10 years. He was a good guy. I’m still in shock that he’s not going to be around anymore. Just last night, he sent me gifts on Facebook and commented on my status. His death was sudden, and he leaves behind eight children, the oldest is 18.
I’m still going out to the birthday party tonight. Dennis wrote a song he keeps giggling over the lyrics about, but he won’t tell me what it is. I can’t ruin everyone else’s fun because someone I loved died, semi-unexpectedly.
Oh, and I have to add this. It’s a few years old, and I don’t even remember who made it, but I don’t want to make a separate post for him, so this is as good as it gets. *all smiles*
We’re still going out tonight. I’m still worried about what to expect, but I have faith that tonight won’t be bad.
I’m still offering 500 EntreCredits to my 500th commenter. We’re somewhat closer than we were last week. Keep em coming!
“All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
‘Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no! “
So here’s the deal…
Matt and I had a few drinks. Matt and I took some promethazine (his medicine; I’ve taken it before but I ran out) for my back hurting and his kidney pain. I remembered my mother’s birthday cake was cooling on the stove and my step dad had left me specific instructions for the cake: White icing with a dusting of sprinkles plus the candy smiles, flowers and peace signs. Hmm. A dusting of sprinkles? Matt and I iced the cake, tipsy and dizzy. We plopped the candy decorations on it. I closed the lid on the cake pan. Then I seen the jar of sprinkles. “We forgot the sprinkles,” I said. “Open the cake back up,” Matt replied. “Yeah, open the cake back up,” I said. “Can I write COUGAR on it?” he asked. “No COUGARS!” I replied, tearing the plastic dome on the cake pan. “You suck,” Matt replied, and grabbed the jar of sprinkles, and unscrewed the lid. “Gimme the sprinkles,” I said, and reached for them, tossing the plastic dome on the floor, amongst the dog hair. “I’m fuckin’ writin’ COUGAR on that fuckin’ cake no matter what you fuckin’ say!” he replied. I made a dive for the sprinkles. Matt dropped the entire jar on the cake.
We both sat there looking at the mess he’d made.
We were in deep silence.
Just MacArthur Park playing in the back ground.
I sighed. Closed up the cake. “Maybe they won’t notice,” I said. Matt ran and got my camera. He said the cake was Cake Wrecks worthy. I don’t think it’s that bad. Or maybe it is. It looks … terrible. Maybe mom can have a happy birthday next year?
Yes, I tried to even out the sprinkles with a spatula. I failed. Obviously.
See why it’s a bad idea to drink and decorate a cake, kids?!
I’m going to go crash and try to sleep off this dizziness and drunk-y-ness. Maybe my step dad won’t notice the cake when he comes to pick it up tonight…
Oh, and if anyone submits it to Cake Wrecks, give me credit, ok? I won’t be mad as long as I get credit.
Mark had a surprise for me this morning during our commute to school.
Ziggy wanted some:
Oh, and he had a glass of chocolate milk for me too:
In the meantime, I sent Dennis to the bookstore to get me a calendar of some kind. I don’t know why we don’t have a calendar yet, but I need one. He came back with a small bag. Inside it was a birthday card for my grandma, for me to give to my mom so she could send it. I pulled out the calendar. “Jewish Art?” I asked. “It was either that or Obama Poses for PlayGirl….And I bought that one for me!” he replied. Oh the joys of having a husband like him.
The snow has turned into depressing brown slush. But at least the roads are clear.
Yep. It snowed last night. And this morning. And this afternoon. And this evening.
Icicles on my wind chimes:
A tree fell in the back yard. The snow on the old clothesline poles is an indication of how deep the snow is.
And the doghouse:
The neighborhood cars and my car:
Wires on the ground:
Lost little male guppy:
Water stained tank:
Dancing male guppy:
Needless to say, I had some other adventures tonight, but I’m putting them off. The power has flickered several times, and I’m kind of sore from sitting here and the 10 orgasms I had last night *smiles* We’re trying to break my 22 orgasms in a row, but not having much luck. Still, I’m up to 24 orgasms this year alone, and only had sex three times so far. *blushes*