latest cake pictures

Indiana Jones hat
Indiana Jones whip

Snakes...why did it have to be snakes. Bri's hippo birthday cake

hippo again.

mario song

this enthralled me for entirely too long:

Condo Pictures!

here are the much awaited pictures:

kitchen


kitchen 2


living room


back yard


bathroom organizer molly cant reach the top of


fancy washer dryer all in one


view from back yard of the "Whispering Brook"


once we have some living room furniture and the other rooms are cleaner and better organized ill post those pictures.

story
I wrote this story in college. I just found it while packing up my house and remembered i was real proud of it... (durnig class one day we had to do five minute response after listening to a poem about apple trees and peace...the poem led to a story about my parents divorce)

Apple trees and votes for peace. What a great word this would be with both. As a child we had an apple tree. It never grew apples because it was all by itself. One day daddy brought home an apple tree. We married the trees and rubbed their leaves together. It was so simple, we were so happy. The next summer we had so many apples! That was a time of peace. Peace. Quiet before the storm. I miss the days of peace and apple trees. Love. Complete Love. Some days I feel that peace again but there are no more apples. No more apples in the backyard and at those times life seems so sad. So incomplete. What good is peace without the apples from before the storm. The storm. The storm came so quick. So unexpected. One day there were my married trees, and stolen apples from their branches when no one was looking. Peace. Then was the storm. I was ripped away from my trees and my peace. Thrown into not one backyard but two. Two backyards. No apple trees. No apples. No peace. The storm raged on for years. Years of anger, resentment, struggle, fear, loss, sadness. The storm was strong and on it raged. Then as suddnely as it started it stopped and there was peace. There were quiet days. There was love, happiness, joy, peace. There were still two yards and days of stormy weather, but there was peace. Yet still no married apple trees. And on the days of peace there was a bittersweet sadness. The storm was gone, the peace was back but without the trees it could never again be complete. Trees and votes for peace, what a great word this would be with both.

Condo Update

so we are getting the keys to our condo tomorrow and moving in on sunday. we are planning on taking a bunch of pictures tomorrow night so i will try to get them posted so all you (cameron) can see it. hurrah for new condo!

Deer Cake

I made the super cute cake for going to Jason's grandparent's house tomorrow. (Grandpa likes deer.) The deer half way through

the finished deer
the impresive side of the cake.

New Livin' Neath the Law