I am SOOO angry with myself to picking at my mistakes.  The E was a little too big and I messed with it and smudged it.  I thought I could cover it with white icing but it didn't work as well as I thought. *sigh* I'm not happy about this one so I told her that her next cake is free



The football is made out of Cocoa Pebbles. She loved it and even paid me almost twice more than I asked.

I reeeeeaaaally need to work on my writing.  I have plenty of left over ugly red icing that wouldn't tint correctly so I'll be baking a lot in the next few weeks just to use it up.  Don't expect any pictures because I don't plan on making them all pretty.

Oh, and here is my birthday cake along with my fat little Pug

(A repost for Caleb's birthday)

I missed you today, so I took a trip to our old high school.  Thankfully the gym doors are always open for eager athletes.  Little do they know their athletic accomplishments are so futile and will mean so little in ten years.  I wish I could warn them.

School is out for the summer so there were no bustling students to interrupt my meditation of you.  No, I was in a painful solitude with my thoughts.  I made my way up the stairs, my heart growing heavier with each.  By this point we've spent more time apart than we ever spent together but my heart still aches just like it did the day you left.

Once at the top, I turned right and then left at the library.  The well-worn tile speaks as a testament of the souls that have passed through this hollow place.  The summer's sun was spilling into the window at the end of the once busy hallway.  It reminded me of a light at the end of a tunnel, but I had nowhere to dodge the train so I kept walking.

I stopped for a moment and peered into the window of Mrs. Smith's room where we shared 6th period English.  The desks were stacked precariously and the lights were off, and I could no longer picture you sitting there in the front row.  It's funny what the mind chooses to forget.  As I sat in front of your old locker, I swore I could still hear us talking and laughing about nothing at all.

I closed my eyes and I could still smell the innocence of my youth and feel the butterflies in my stomach.  I'll always remember the butterflies.

 
Caleb Hunter Bishop
2/3/88-3/5/05

I took these while I was at work.  I'm such a good employee.

Just wish the stupid power lines and red lights and restaurants were not in the shots.  They kind of take away from the beauty, no?

"Xanga is a special place and I don't think outsiders can really understand that." -- Me

I've been writing this post in my head for a few months now and nothing that I have come up with seems good enough for my one year Xangaversary.  Instead of gushing about reasons why I love this place, I will tell you a story.

One day my ex and I were strolling around Target in search of nothing special at all.  I had recently shelled out a small fortune and treated myself to a shiny new iPhone and I couldn't put it down.  "What are you doing?!" my ex asked after I almost ran into a shelf of CDs.  "Just browsing Xanga," I said, as if he even had to ask.  "Of course, always on stupid Xanga."

Whoa, whoa, whoa! I thought.  No one calls my Xanga stupid and gets away with it!  He did get away with it, of course, because I let him get away with almost anything (and my Xanga friends were there for me when I decided that enough was enough.)  I didn't lash out at him and make a scene because he offended me but then it hit me, he actually offended me.  About a blogging site.  WTF?! Get a hold of yourself Ampersands!

I gave it some more thought and I decided that it wasn't silly to be offended by it.  I love this place because it has introduced me to some incredible people.  Yes, the site itself is great as far as community blogs go, but the reason I stay--the people. 

It kind of irks me when people say "in real life" because this is my real life. I'm not saying that Xanga is my ONLY hobby or form of communication with the outside world, but I choose to take hours out of my real life and spend it reading about people that I care about. 

Does Bricker59 have another funny story to tell? 
Does seedsower have more beautiful photography to post? 
I wonder how whitetrashpoet and DessertHer are doing.  I know they haven't been feeling well and their fruitless search for a diagnosis pains me. 
I hope AnonymousxGrl pummels her awful former husband in their divorce. Grrr!
Is suggestivetongue going to blow my prudish mind again tonight?
I hope pawnshop_heart has more food porn posted.....
I wonder how raspberryjade is doing in school.
When is milfncookies going to pop already?!

These are all thoughts that spin around in my head because I genuinely care about the people I have met on here.  Judge me if you will but I love this place because I love the people.

I should start by saying that my twenty three-year-old sister is a big baby.  She is very, very easily scared.  We watched Paranormal Activity a few weeks ago and she had to sleep in the bed with our mother.  True story.

One night I heard her screaming from her bedroom and I can't say that I exactly ran to see what was wrong.  In fact, I called her on my phone and told her to shut the hell up.  The next thing I knew, she was banging on my door, begging for me to let her into my room.  I groggily obliged and she ran to my bed screaming and crying that someone was in her closet.  I, of course, made the smart remark that I had checked for monsters before she went to bed.  She begged me to go look and so I did.

Believe it or not, I did see a face peering out at us from the back of her closet. Never in my life have I run so fast.  I grabbed her and we ran downstairs, barely hitting any of the steps.  At this time, our dad was still living with us and he went upstairs to see what all the fuss was about. 

He let out a blood curling scream and we were seconds away from calling the police.  Right as our mother was reaching for the phone my dad comes running downstairs, laughing histerically as he threw a Victoria's Secret shopping bag at us.

 

 

 

Never has the beautiful face of Heidi Klum been so scary.