Therapy

I've discovered a new form of therapy.  

Baking.

I help out a local caterer here in Reno baking and cooking and what not.  During Christmas she asked me to help her make cookies.  At first it was frustrating. Baking 300 cookies I couldn't eat (stupid eggs).  But after a while it became so therapeutic.  Rolling them out was peaceful. Cutting each little shape made me smile.  Watching them bake to perfection knowing I had done that was a little powerful.  Then, decorating each and every cookie by hand I felt immense relaxation.  Piping ANYTHING is a tedious job.  When you have carpal tunnel it hurts like a motherfucker.  But, I love it.  So when she called me last week and asked me to bake I didn't care that I was dead dog tired, that my hand hurt, that I was over scheduled I jumped at the chance.  As expected after three days in the kitchen I was elated.  I had accomplished something so big and pretty in the time frame I was supposed to.  I'm headed back in tomorrow to pull a double shift.  That means I'm going to attempt to roll, cut, bake and pipe 3 dozen cookies all in one night.  I can do this right?  I love being in the kitchen because I'm either there alone which gives me a lot of time to turn Willies Roadhouse on the satellite radio and think, or I'm there with her and while we do talk a lot of time it's just two women working to accomplish something.  

I love this stupid little side job.  Somehow, even though I've never thought of myself as a baker I've grown to love it.  I'm pretty damn good at it too.  Just ask the chocolate cupcakes with fresh tiramisu whipped cream, or the cranberry white chocolate bars, or the lemon shortbread bars, or the cream cake with fresh berries and Zabaione that I lovingly cooked.  I love watching people eat the stuff I've made.  My favorite was the first time I made the flowerless chocolate bites with fresh whipped cream on top for a giant party, this lady sought me out to find out who made this amazing cake.  It was ME ME ME.  She praised me over and over and over then told me she loved it so much she was sneaking some out for her husband.  I walked on clouds for about five days after that.  

Here is what I was working on the other night. I'm not in love with the ducks but it is what it is.

In case you were wondering, that is 95 cookies up there.  My hand hated me the next day.  I've never been more proud of myself.  This is only my second time piping cookies.  Not bad if I do say so myself.  Okay, it's late I'm off to bed, I have a long day tomorrow.

Well played Target, well played

I guess I haven't been to Target in a while because when I walked in today the entire store was different. I was forced to navigate the entire store just to find the bras and shoes which was smart on their part because that meant I walked through women's clothes, kids clothes, kitchenware and boys bedroom decor. I'm onto you Target. I see what you are doing and it was smart. Very smart. Well played Target. Now you go explain the bill to my husband.   

 

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How an author can get on my shit list REAL FAST

A few years ago after reading the Twilight series I stumbled upon Stephanie Meyer's website and found that she had started re-writing the entire story from Edwards point of view.  Someone had released a portion of it online though and that upset her so she stopped.  This made me mad.  Because reading the story from his point of view was AWESOME.  I loved finding out all of the information I missed hearing it from Bella's view.  I held out hope for years that the author would finish the book.  

She didn't.

I'm still mad about it.

This weekend I settled down to read the 50 Shades of Grey series.  Whoah…I don't know how I feel about it still but…it captivated me.  When I came to the end of the book I found a new chapter, the author started writing the story from Christians point of view.  I was captivated because hearing the story from Ana's side left a lot unsaid.  I was so excited to read it.  I knew she was going to talk about….this one certain part where when I was reading the book I was just dying to know what Christian had done.

BUT THEN SHE STOPPED.

It just stops with a note saying, "That's all for now."  I was livid.  What about the next ten pages.  What about that really big important thing I needed to know?

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS?

I'm mad.  I invested a lot of hours reading those books (all three books in 2.5 days) and then she pulls that same fucking stunt.  WHY?  Why do they keep doing this shit?  Either finish the book or leave it alone but please stop writing these partial drafts only to get bored and quit because now I'm going to spend forever wondering WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED THAT NIGHT…AND THOSE FIVE DAYS.

And that is how an author can get right up onto my shit list.

Waylon gets it

I've always been crazy and the trouble that it's put me through

I've been busted for things that I did, and I didn't do

I can't say I’m proud of all of the things that I’ve done

But I can say I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone



I've always been different with one foot over the line 

Winding up somewhere one step ahead or behind

It ain't been so easy but I guess I shouldn't complain

I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane



Beautiful lady are you sure that you understand 

The chances your taking loving a free living man

Are you really sure you really want what you see

Be careful of something that's just what you want it to be



I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane

Nobody knows if it's something to bless or to blame

So far I ain't found a rhyme or a reason to change

I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane