Unassuming chocolate egg... 

Unwrap it, we will... 

DEAR LORD- CHOCOLATE EGGS AND PEEPS! 

Happy Easter!

Although it poured rain all weekend long, Easter was pretty exciting (well if you were under the age of 4). The egg hunt for my nieces was inside this year and it made me reminisce about days of old and what my Easters were like as a kid. I remember one year I got a "Panoramic Egg", which is a sugar egg with an Easter scene inside. Being the crazy sugar fiend that I was, I tried to eat the egg one day when no one was looking. No one told me that it would taste like crap!

Well, I hope you got your fill of Easter goodies. I for one can't eat sweets like I used to. But I can sure bust them open to see what's inside!!

Here are some pics of my lovely nieces and their Easter egg hunt. Enjoy.

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I go walking... after midnight....

Well boys and girls, apparently in addition to being crazy, I am the kind of crazy who sleepwalks. Yes, it was reported to me this morning that I crawled across the bed last night and FELL OFF my bed. Still asleep and GIGGLING no less... I crawled back into bed and fell asleep. I have no recollection of said incident, although my back is killing me something awful.

Curious as to what kind of crazy I am? Check out this article on sleepwalking. I guess I need a vacation because the stress is really getting to me. Good news though, I will never be allowed into the armed forces. I guess they don't want me wandering out into the desert asleep with a rifle.

It happened again.

"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"

Since when did I become a ma'am? I really don't remember when I signed up for that. It's not like I checked off the Ms., Mrs., or Ma'am box when I went to my last doctor's appointment. At what point in your life do you suddenly graduate from Miss to Ma'am?

There is this Richie Cunningham look-alike at my beloved grocery store in Renton Village who asked me the other day if "I needed help out with my groceries today, Ma'am". I froze, about ready to throw my sugar-free jello cups in his face. Am I graying? Is my posture starting to deteriorate? DO I HAVE A SIGN ON ME THAT SAYS I AM OLD?!

I know I know, the poor chap was just trying to be helpful. But for the love of all that is holy- please don't make me feel like I should call you "Sonny".

HUH!?

Sometimes I freak myself out.

I am sitting here doing expense reports, listening to some music when this thought ran through my head:

Hey this song would be a great song for an ice skating routine.

HUH?! Why did I just think that? WHY WHY WHY.

People are strange...

Yesterday when I was in the mailroom at work picking up everyone's mail, I walked into a strange conversation between two co-workers. They were discussing a letter that was sent to our office, trying to determine what department it should go to. " I don't even think HR could deal with this..." one person said. That peaked my interest (as I handle most things HR)

Apparently, a family had sent us a letter asking us to give them information on a little Romanian boy they had found a picture of in a text book. THEY WANTED TO ADOPT THE BOY. What kind of twisted thought process is that?! "Oooh look, this Romanian boy must not have a family and must be adopted by us." Simply based on what these people saw in a book, they thought it might be a good idea to write to the providers of the image for information on this little boy. First of all, the image was probably 10 years old and second, WTF?!

Perhaps I am overreacting. Perhaps these people are just so selfless that they want to save the world.

But who is to determine who needs saving?

Wow... so you're like... kinda famous.

This past weekend was spent in a small room with about 15 cake decorators learning how to make the most beautiful gum paste (sugar) flowers from Nicholas Lodge, world famous cake decorator extraordinare. I was by far the youngest of the bunch (and that ain't saying much!) and the only one not wearing "Mom Jeans". It was quite the experience.

Nicholas Lodge is indeed quite famous- he made Prince Charles and Princess Diana's wedding cake.

Here are some pictures of the flowers that I made. And NOTE: They are not real. I had to put them up high so MKF couldn't get her little kitty paws on them. She loves to munch on flowers.

Click on this, baby!