I'm a Mommy Blogger Now

I've decided to become a Mommy Blogger. You know, since I'm a mom now. 

I'm going to start posting pics and stories of our life with the kiddo, and of course our fur kiddo, Bessie.  Below is a taste of what life looks like lately... 

Hanging out with a bunny:
   

The dog likes the bunny too:

 

 Bunny and his Easter basket:

 

 Bunny had too much fun:

 

I Made a Cake

I used a Groupon and went to Sweet Wise to learn how to work magic with fondant.

A story in pictures:



You must start with a large clean area. And a tall stool. That is crucial:



You must also have surgical gloves and dye:



Then you grab a ball of putty and make it yellow:



When it's good and taffy-like, roll it out:



Next, take a nice picture that will show-off your freshly manicured hand and ring:



After that, you make little yellow thingys. Set them aside to dry:



Then you grab more putty stuff and make it into a purple blob:



Massage it; work it out. Roll it, but not too thin or thick:



Next, line up with your classmates to get a frozen cake:



Now this next part gets tricky. It apparently makes people cry. Frost the cake. If you start to cry, step away:



Carefully lay the fondant on the cake:



Make it look like an octopus:



Cut off the extra:



Add the dried yellow thingys. Hey, they make a bow!:



Add some curlie Q's (for effect):



Pack it up, and say goodbye to your friends:



I am now a certified 'fondant put-er on-er person.' Call me.

Eye Doctor Drama

I went to an optometrist to have my eyes checked out after being told I have a freckle on my eyeball. Yes, a freckle.

I'm fine, but I always get a chuckle out of doctor's offices. It's something about how vulnerable and exposed you become when you're locked in a room, at the mercy of nurses and doctors. I've never actually tried to open the door, but I'm SURE they lock them.

I walked into the office 20 minutes late because of traffic. I may have left the house late and run into a normal amount of traffic, but if the roads were empty, I definitely could have gotten there faster.

The nurse came to get me, calling out: 'Ms. Shambless? Shambless!' In my pre-marriage naivety, I thought the mispronunciations of my name were over. We then played a game called: 'I'm going to ask you questions about your paperwork, and then interrupt you before you can give me full answers.' She won.

Next, she looked at my eyes, had me read a few letters on the wall. Then said 'oh wait, maybe I didn't need to do that,' and walked out.

Another lady came in. She put torture drops in my eyes. Felt like pepper spray, and dripped yellow goop down my face. I told her it burned, and she said, 'oh yeah, those hurt.' A little warning next time!? THEN, they poked my eyes! She mumbled something about testing eye pressure, and POKED ME IN THE EYE! Apparently I was tense, and she told me to relax.

Next came the eye dilating. More eye drops, and the world went fuzzy. To read my blackberry, I had to hold it 2 feet away, close one eye, squint the other, and cock my head. Took me awhile to figure that combination out. On to the waiting room. Choices for entertainment: TV, or magazines. I chose squinting/head cocking at the TV. I think I saw someone I know on the Today Show.

Then back to the exam room. As I waited, I quietly sang the song 'Hungry Eyes' and turned the lights down. Hope the doc didn't get the wrong idea.

Josh came home to me lying on the couch with my glasses and sunglasses on. I tried to email my boss to tell him I wasn't coming in, but I couldn't see. Hope he got the message.