Remember when my blog posts had a theme or a topic? Yeah, those were the days.
On Saturday I made what I like to think was the best cake of my pretend cake career. (I say pretend because you can't call it a career until someone is willing to actually pay you for it.) I wish so much I could put a picture of it on here, but for some reason the good people at Blogger (or is it Apple? I never know who to blame in these situations) decided they didn't want to make it possible for me to be able to post pictures on my blog from my phone. A plague on both their houses. Tomorrow, though--nope, strike that. Later today--when I'm not laying in bed in the pitch dark I'll get on my actual computer and post a picture of both my super cool cake AND the most amazing, thoughtful gift my husband gave me for Christmas. I promise they won't disappoint. Okay, I can't promise that, but if you're disappointed you're lame.
I just finished The Book Thief. Firstly, let me say how much I love the Kindle app. Secondly, how is it that a book all about death is not horribly depressing? Something to ponder.
Bill and I watched Julie and Julia for the first time over the weekend. I loved it, and here's why: 1) because it features two husbands, both of whom are incredibly loving, affectionate, and unswervingly loyal and supportive of their wives. A rarity on the big screen. 2) because the entire movie is about 2 women doing something for themselves that they are passionate about, to have that "thing" that makes them feel significant, to do something--anything--that truly matters to them and is just for them. This strikes a chord with me. I have always, always felt the importance of this for people, specifically women, more specifically moms, even more specifically stay at home moms. We need to not just be moms. We have to retain some sense of self, something outside of carpooling and washing dishes and (thinking about) making dinner. My sister pointed out to me the other day how, between us 3 sisters, we each have our "thing." She plays the cello and loves it, my other sister digital scrapbooks like it's going out of style and even has her own online store, and then there's me with my writing. So very cool.
I had my first really serious temptation last night at Sunday dinner at my Mom's: orange jello salad. You know, with the cottage cheese and mandarin oranges? Heaven in a bowl. I loooooove it, can't get enough of it, and there it was in all it's lumpy splendor on my Mom's counter, just begging me to take a heaping spoonful. But I didn't. I couldn't. Because then it would all. come. undone. So I sighed and moved on to the broccoli. That's almost as good, right? (You can't see it, but I'm gagging.)
Well, it's almost 1:30 so I guess I better sign off. Till...next time, whenever that may be.