It began last night. My first official wedding gig — baking cake pops for a bride and groom’s reception.
Last night, I baked the three cakes and refrigerated them. Tonight I shall make up the cake pop recipe, put in the sucker sticks, and freeze ’em. Tomorrow night after my concert, they get a chocolate bath, and Friday afternoon, on go the finishing touches and packaging.
Friday night, I go to bed early. 
Is it the 28th yet? Just axin’.
…than a 2-hour delay at school due to there being no water. I mean, I guess the school could have imploded or there was no electricity anywhere. But a 2-hour delay because of no water? I’ll take it.
The bad part: we were notified at 6:45 a.m., long after most staff are already on the road. I was getting ready to grab the lunch and head out the door when the call came in.
In no way does this suggest I am absolutely bathing in schadenfreude this morning, but…yeah.
Actually, it’s nine (kids don’t have school on Thursday; teachers have an inservice day), but really…who counts? Besides me, I mean?
I hope everyone had a fantastic Moms Day here in the US yesterday. Did you? What all did you do?
I was treated to three visits throughout the day, with some gorgeous flowers that are sweetening the air in the house, making it smell like spring really has arrived. I saw all three of my grandsons — it was a marvelous afternoon!
One month from today, we will be on the road from Mississippi to Dallas, where we’ll spend an awesome weekend with BoomR. He’s having me sit in for a couple numbers at his gig at swanky Chamberlain’s Steak & Chop House too, which will be more fun than I’m sure is lawful.
But first: the May Funnel. Performances this Thursday, next Monday, and the Sunday after that. Then we can think about other stuff.
It’s go time. Have a goody.
Fink, TCB
How fortuitous to have this post on Mothers Day (and HMD to all moms who chance to read my daily drivel. Hugs to you!).
Circulate this. Tell everyone you know. Make it viral.
I’ve never been one to harp on a “cause,” or try to mobilize an army against a thing. But Monsanto is trying (and on many fronts, succeeding) to make sure this trash goes in my grandchildren’s mouths. And I won’t have it. I won’t.
<insert rant on staggering increases in systemic disease and morbid obesity in the US over the last 30 years, and how Americans regularly consume agricultural products that other countries have banned>
So, see? The time has come to stop this monster from poisoning the citizenry in the name of billions (and billions) of Benjamins. And the lawsuits filed by people who’ve been poisoned? To Monsanto, it’s pin money; chump change. And there’s nothing new under the sun — except the Frankenseeds they’re planting in farmers’ fields.
J’ever wonder how they can spray RoundUp on a field full of soybean plants, and kill the weeds — but not the plants? Think about it. It’s been going on for years, right under my nose, and I never really grasped the extent of it before watching a 2008 video about it on YouTube yesterday.
If you ever in your life felt compelled to sit through a documentary, sit through this one. If it doesn’t scare you and propel you to some kind of action, either in thought or deed, then nothing scares you. And I don’t like that prospect.
At age 53, I am attending my first protest rally. I read on a graphic last night, “If you don’t think one person can make a difference, try spending the night in a bedroom with a mosquito.” Food for thought — and it convinced me. The Thriller and I will go to this rally in Akron on the 25th, and join with 600+ others to say we’re mad as hell and we’re not going to take it anymore.
Big Brother has come to the US in the form of the soybean and sugar beet. And that’s just the beginning. Will you join in the crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Find out if there’s a rally near you on the 25th. No kidding — look at the list. It’s worldwide, and that important.
On this Mothers Day, if you’re a mom, or if you had a mom, you need to absorb this information, and then get mad about it. And meet me in Akron on the 25th.
…you wake up on the weekend, thinking it’s Sunday, but it’s only Saturday. Have you ever done that? It made me want to weep with happiness.
I would be happy spending the night here. I’m experiencing some major wanderlust feelings — it’s getting closer to hitting the open road.
Speaking of the Odyssey, we’re awfully close to the 30-day countdown. Unfortunately, I can’t think much about it because I have to get through the next 13 days first. Three performances, baking for a wedding, grandchildren’s birthdays, a preschool graduation, eleven high school graduation gifts to wrap and cards to write, two academic awards ceremonies at which to present, end-of-year meetings, auditions for the fall musical, writing final exams, grades, preparing to shut down the choir room…all by the 26th. Then I try and squeeze in some family/friend time before we take off on the 12th of June.
I hate the “May Funnel.”
But I must admit it’s cool when you can see the end from here. I’m really not depressed about it, even though it seems like I’m complaining (which, I guess, I am). La vie est belle.
I hope all goes well in your world today. I hate bringing up the mundane subject of weather here in Ohio, but if the weather here in Ohio would improve, so would my ambition level. Or maybe not. 
Happy weekend, fiends. It’s only Saturday.