Lady Cake

When a good guy friend turns 31 and is booted from his singles ward with no woman on the horizon, what does one do?... Make him an edible woman birthday cake! The "woman" is made from a 9 x 13 cake carved in the shape of a woman's torso, wearing a frosted bikini bottom and Sno Ball bikini top. It was an old trick I learned in college and as long as there are vending machines and gas stations selling Hostess Sno Balls, there will be woman cakes made. Its a real crowd pleaser. While my friend B-Licious was quite pleased with his woman, things didn't really work out between them (something about eating her). So a year later its time to make Vitamin B a new woman. This year I chose to go with a more modest woman and made him a Barbie Princess cake. While this cake is usually the highlight of little girls princess birthday parties, she was quite popular at this 32 year old male birthday party. So what am I gonna do next year?

That's all I want

So there I was sitting at my desk on a rare break from the "genealogy consultant" class I've been teaching and observing for the past 4 days, when I heard something that reminded my of what my life is missing. Chickens. It was as if someone had run into the coop and scattered the brood of feathery old biddies and they were squawking their protests on the north portico of Memorial Continental Hall. Perhaps it was a group of DC tourists, or protesters on their way to the White House, or the 20 class participants/DAR members returning from their lunch break, but to me it was chickens. A bunch of puffed up proud hens strutting across the yard and pecking at grasshoppers. It was then that I remembered some of the things I've always wanted in life but have forgotten while living in this metropolis of Washington DC. Chickens. I've always wanted chickens and a front porch and a white picket fence. After my visit to Savannah last year and recently having read Gone With The Wind, I think I would now most prefer a southern plantation along with the chickens, porch and white fence. That's not too much to ask for is it?

The BEST thing to ever come out of New Jersey

While the hair has gotten shorter and the abs tighter the leather vest remains and Jon Bon Jovi continues to be a hot ROCK STAR! Myself and a gazillion permed, 30-something, screaming women were seduced by his all American boy smile and awesomely bad lyrics last Thursday night at the Verizon Center in DC. The show was fabulous. Thanks to blow-dryers and wardrobe changes, Mr. Bon Jovi looked his best all night. He played a lot of new songs but neglected not his classic chart topping hits: "You Give Love a Bad Name," "Livin' on a Prayer," "Bad Medicine," and "I'll Be There For You," to name a few. Those of us who take pleasure in the art of Butt Rock are still singing those 5 words he swore to us. To relive the magic yourself I'd recommend youtubing a couple of his old videos. Ahhhh, the magic of spandex, leather, and big hair!