I feel this sort of connection with Chaostitan. I think it might have to do with her awesome taste in blog templates and her love for kitty cats. I don't know. Might be something else. It could be here extra sensory powers to inform me of a waiting PM.
Today is July 19th in the states.
I'm going try and pull a feat that might just be illegal to the AW chain. I'm going to try and skew this post to what I had planned for today's blog.
Chaostitan brought Southern Expression's piece on technology to her thoughts on cell phones. She mentioned that while hers has text messaging she doesn't use it much. Text messaging! Speaking of text messaging, I got several yesterday (July 19th here) on my cell. They were all to my son though. And from friends that we don't see a lot. You see it was his birthday. He's eleven now! Eleven. Wow.
I was going to put lots of cutesy-pie baby pictures up but being eleven...he may kill me. I did find one. This is kindergarten so not too cutesy but he's wearing his pretty yukata. He had a big summer festival at school that night.
This whole getting older thing just blows my mind. It always has. I think I'm deficient in that part of reality. Like when I meet friends or relatives with children I haven't see in a while and they are so much bigger, I really have a hard time dealing with it. Not to mention that I'm getting older. Yesh.
But J! Happy Birthday!
He's going through a kind of watershed recently with studies and school and things he wants to quit doing (after almost five years) and things he wants to start doing. It's all very new to him these feelings. Like how life, in hindsight, seems to block itself off into periods and then how you reach a point (either high or low) where that period just ends. You say goodbye to people, places, certain ways of living, whatever, and you start on a whole new path. So I can see him going through this and it is very painful and exciting all at once. But I think he is making the right decisions so I am happy that I can encourage those. Even though change is painful I think he will be much better for it.
I baked a cake. I'm not a great baker. I didn't inherit any of my mother's amazing cleaning/cooking gene. But I made one. From scratch even. It has one gazillion calories. I think that is a fair estimate. Here's a picture.
Is that a snowman on top? Yea. Is the four bars of melted white chocolate and cream sort of pooling in the center? Yea. Is there four bars of dark chocolate, five eggs, an entire tub of real butter and more cream in that thing? Yea. Is that my arteries you hear hardening as I type? Oh yea. It was good though. Right now all that is left is the center and that is being saved for the birthday boy himself. He's got a very busy summer vacation starting next week so I won't even beg to cut the piece in half. He can have it all. Hey, you only get one eleventh birthday!
Next up is Tiffany's Smorgasbord. She also has perfectly delicatable taste in blog templates as well. You'll see!