fieoria

Every day people have a drink... Or 2... Or more... Then they climb into their vehicle and think "I'm okay to drive." "I've driven like this before." "I know what I'm doing." "It'll never happen to me." "I've never been caught." "Everybody does it." Or whatever their excuse is... Then they wind up killing someone, or several someones, and altering everyone's lives... Stupid. My aunt and uncle are in critical condition right now because of someone choosing to drink and drive. It sucks. The dummy walked away, too. That's always how it works, too. Their body is so relaxed and their reaction time so delayed, that they just go with the flow in an

Before I married, I never imagined how time-consuming children can be. School, teacher meetings, diaper changing, baths, feeding... The list goes on and on. Then again, I wouldn't have it any other way. My oldest is finally getting the help he needs and my youngest is crawling everywhere! I guess my time's not really being stolen. I'm trading it for smiles, giggles, and cuddles. Trading sleep for peace of mind. Trading energy for satisfaction. A lot of my cakes and projects have fallen to the way-side. Becoming less ornate and complicated. It took forever to finally get most of them displayed here. Maybe I'll find a way to display the rest,

It's been so long since I loaded photos of my cakes... I've been making them, but with the baby, going back to work, and housekeeping in a sea of testosterone, I've fallen pathetically behind. Don't get me wrong- I love my family and job. But sometimes I wish they didn't depend on me so very much. It irks me to no end, knowing I've done so much, and yet so little by the end of each day. I can't get sick, have a hot and uninterrupted meal, pee as often as my body needs, or even (sorry for TMI,) pump milk for my baby as often as is needed. (And, yes, I know that my employer legally HAS to allow me to go pump. But when you're armpit-deep in thin