Enter, squeeing
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyFinally, after a little less than two weeks of deprivation, my connection is back on. I called the cable company from B's this afternoon (after a really scrumptious dinner---coming on the heels of last night's very good dinner, I'm a happy camper) and they pinged my box and apparently THAT was what it needed after they CLAIM they sent a tech out twice yesterday.
So---all the news that's fit to print: Today it was my turn to provide hospitality after church---I hadn't realized it was Easter, when I signed up!---I did a crockpot full of mini sausages, a cheese tray with crackers and rolls, a salad, fruit punch, and a cake that was overshadowed by the donations of others. I didn't have the heart to cut it, and apparently no one else did, either, since it went from church to B & A's and back home, still intact. A is diabetic and B is on a perpetual diet, so I guess I'm set for cake for a while....
Said cake is home-baked lemon poppy seed, and it didn't compete with a loaf of banana nut bread and a bakery-bought German chocolate cake at church or B's (sugar-free) cherry pie. Mine was baked in a sunflower-shaped cake pan, and then I got a can of spray-on yellow frosting and went to town on it, outlining the petals in yellow and filling the center in with more yellow to serve as "glue" for the pecans I adorned it with in lieu of sunflower seeds. Too cute for words.
After I got home from B & A's last night, I had what, for me, amounts to a gigantic bout of strategic activity---I got the cake started, then went and worked color into my roots and quietly played Zuma for the remaining time that the cake needed to be in the oven, set the timer for another 25 minutes, at which time, the cake was supposed to be upended. I combed the remaining color---Spring Honey---through the rest of my hair, which only took a couple more minutes, played more Zuma---and when the timer dinged, was buzzed enough from the fumes that I completely forgot about the cake, and went and showered and rinsed out my hair.
The cake slid out of the pan with no problem whatsoever, and my hair looks great. (Nothing outrageous, just a return to my early 20's.) I may have commented on this before, but I got lucky and took after my dad's side of the family...it isn't that I don't have any grey hairs, but being blondish anyway, it's not really noticable. I say blondish because it's gotten darker since my mid-20's...from bright gold to dishwater to ashy blonde...and if my Daddy's hair is any indicator, when I'm in my 70's, it'll be grizzled brownish. Go, me.
A year or so ago, I experimented with a blonde that ended up MUCH lighter than I expected. My reaction was to look at myself in a mirror and say, "OMG, I'm Malfoy blonde!" This led me to imagine what kind of Malfoy I would be, which spawned the creation of Sirocco Malfoy, a highly reknowned opera singer (at least in the wizarding world). I've never done anything with her, although she'll be featured prominantly if I time and ambition ever coincide with the desire to conclude my Neville/Draco arc.
Anyway, these days, I can't color my hair without sliding into a Sirocco sort of mood---which came in rather handy today, when I pranced into Winn-Dixie at 10 AM in full regalia to pick up last minute things like salad and rolls.
All righty! Having gotten all that unburdened, I think I'll go post something. I was trying for crack, but it actually makes sense. How do I DO that?!
So---all the news that's fit to print: Today it was my turn to provide hospitality after church---I hadn't realized it was Easter, when I signed up!---I did a crockpot full of mini sausages, a cheese tray with crackers and rolls, a salad, fruit punch, and a cake that was overshadowed by the donations of others. I didn't have the heart to cut it, and apparently no one else did, either, since it went from church to B & A's and back home, still intact. A is diabetic and B is on a perpetual diet, so I guess I'm set for cake for a while....
Said cake is home-baked lemon poppy seed, and it didn't compete with a loaf of banana nut bread and a bakery-bought German chocolate cake at church or B's (sugar-free) cherry pie. Mine was baked in a sunflower-shaped cake pan, and then I got a can of spray-on yellow frosting and went to town on it, outlining the petals in yellow and filling the center in with more yellow to serve as "glue" for the pecans I adorned it with in lieu of sunflower seeds. Too cute for words.
After I got home from B & A's last night, I had what, for me, amounts to a gigantic bout of strategic activity---I got the cake started, then went and worked color into my roots and quietly played Zuma for the remaining time that the cake needed to be in the oven, set the timer for another 25 minutes, at which time, the cake was supposed to be upended. I combed the remaining color---Spring Honey---through the rest of my hair, which only took a couple more minutes, played more Zuma---and when the timer dinged, was buzzed enough from the fumes that I completely forgot about the cake, and went and showered and rinsed out my hair.
The cake slid out of the pan with no problem whatsoever, and my hair looks great. (Nothing outrageous, just a return to my early 20's.) I may have commented on this before, but I got lucky and took after my dad's side of the family...it isn't that I don't have any grey hairs, but being blondish anyway, it's not really noticable. I say blondish because it's gotten darker since my mid-20's...from bright gold to dishwater to ashy blonde...and if my Daddy's hair is any indicator, when I'm in my 70's, it'll be grizzled brownish. Go, me.
A year or so ago, I experimented with a blonde that ended up MUCH lighter than I expected. My reaction was to look at myself in a mirror and say, "OMG, I'm Malfoy blonde!" This led me to imagine what kind of Malfoy I would be, which spawned the creation of Sirocco Malfoy, a highly reknowned opera singer (at least in the wizarding world). I've never done anything with her, although she'll be featured prominantly if I time and ambition ever coincide with the desire to conclude my Neville/Draco arc.
Anyway, these days, I can't color my hair without sliding into a Sirocco sort of mood---which came in rather handy today, when I pranced into Winn-Dixie at 10 AM in full regalia to pick up last minute things like salad and rolls.
All righty! Having gotten all that unburdened, I think I'll go post something. I was trying for crack, but it actually makes sense. How do I DO that?!