Get Ready To Rokk

I'm gonna go see Freezepop tonight at Ground Zero. My son is having a sleepover at his friend's house, i have a designated driver, good company lined up for the show and the beatings thereafter... good times should be had.

Deliciousness

I made a Red Velvet Cake. From scratch. Even the frosting. I was a little dismayed, as I have had better cake. The search for a tastier recipe shall go on, but not anytime soon because all these fucking desserts are turning me into a fatass. It's more about me cooking and becoming confident in that. When I was my son's age, I was cooking all the time. It wasn't anything elaborate, but I wasn't afraid of it. Now I'm terrified I might give someone food poisoning. I need to relax.

In other news, my sister had her baby on Wednesday morning, and her name is Phoebe Ann. The Ann is after me. I am way more pleased (and yes, I admit it, a bit smug) about this than I should be. I have a namesake after a fashion. I cannot wait to hold her. I should have had another baby.

Not done fixing this yet. The weekend turned out to be somewhat busier than I anticipated. It'll get there.

Yes, but Nigella can actually cook...

Whereas I do more floundering and burning. I want to make a Red Velvet cake this weekend. I've never made one, but baking comes a lot easier to me than cooking. I think I need to lay off baking all these desserts, though. Either that or I need to give most of them away. My scale reports that I am enjoying them too much. I want to make a nice chicken curry - any suggestions? Nothing too spicy. Okay, I'm tired, it's my bedtime. I hope I dream about exercising so I shed these cake pounds. An entire cake!! What was I thinking?

Starting over - Sorta.

I am liking these flowers. I think I will stick with this for a while - mainly because I am sure my motivation to change things around will fade rapidly. I'll tweak stuff here and there, I'm sure, but I am generally liking this a lot, so get used to it.

So, for those of you who may not have heard... I recently separated from my husband of 9 years. It was an incredibly difficult thing to do. 9 years is a hell of a long time. 12, if you count dating. Pretty much my entire adult life, when I think about it. Walking away from all that history was huge for me. As a person who has made her way through life avoiding confrontation whenever possible, I am still stunned that I opened my mouth and said the words. It's been hard. I have struggled, and I have been lonely and afraid and certain that everything was going to crumble around me, but so far I am still standing. I'm happy. I know that I made the right choice for me. All of the fear and uncertainty is worth it if I can wake up in the morning with a smile on my face, isn't it? I think so.

The blog will probably take a turn in this direction, me detailing the ups and downs of working and cooking and parenting and living alone for the first time in my life. It's all new ground, but I am sure I can manage. If I can get this far, I think I can handle anything.

No internets at home. :(

Guess I won't be doing any updating just yet. But soon!