Floodgate

It was a Tuesday.  

Minding my own business,

when the floodgate opened. 

Making pork chops,

phone call with my sister.

"Mom used to make that."

She did,

except when she didn't.

I did it then.

She was sick.

I was eight.

I had forgotten all about it.

I learned laundry that year, too.

Life's lessons coated in Shake 'n' Bake.

Scmake.

Cake is awesome.

This one is made out of a sweet fluffy cake.  

And stuffed with macerated strawberries sweetened with orange zest, the juice of half of an orange and a teeny tiny bit of sugar. 

Then the whole thing is covered in fresh homemade whipped cream.  The sweet, but not too sweet kind.

After it's "iced" it is covered with a doily before being sprinkled with red sugar.

Cute and delicious.  

Perfect for enjoying next to the fire with this guy.

Google rocks.

 "The practice of sport is a human right. Every individual must have the possibility of practicing sport, without discrimination of any kind and in the Olympic spirit, which requires mutual understanding with a spirit of friendship, solidarity and fair play." –Olympic Charter

 Google's not so subtle message to the International Olympic Committee warmed my heart. It is impossible for many of us to participate in the excitement of these Olympic games because of the social implications of supporting a country that openly condones and encourages the violation of the basic human rights of its own citizens. 

Gay people, lesbian people, bi-sexual people, Trans* people are a part of every culture; whether ignored or celebrated. 

I love that I live in a country where there is room for all of us.  It's a place where our government and businesses are bad-ass enough to take a mature international stand on behalf of our people. 

God bless America and Google.

Hat

This hat should be a verb.