{The Father of mercies and God of all comfort}

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Cake Tasting

I thoroughly enjoy cake. Chocolate cake, lemon cake, carrot cake, strawberry cake, cake with Snickers in it, mini cake, round cake, square cake...I think you get it.

A friend owns a "treat shop" with her sister and mom. They specialized in cookies, until recently. They're expanding their business and adding cakes. They invited a bunch of people out to a cake tasting to showcase their new additions. Boy were they tasty! My favorite was Snickerdoodle cake and the fresh Strawberry cakes. Absolutely wonderful.

The set up was adorable.
Tables lines with cake samples and mason jars filled with milk (great idea!).

And tiny forks for the cake. So cute.

Check them out of facebook: Sweet B's Cookies and Cakes

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Challenge Accepted

I discovered a couple of years ago that I stuggle with anger and control issues. I don't know which came first, but when I analyze my actions I notice they play strongly on one another. I think this leads to anxiety. I have taken measures to minimize that, and it's been successful thus far. Also, I decided that I complain way too much. I can't find much to be thankful for, and it's because of that anger and control I stuggle to maintain. I heard on the radio one morning, the Proverbs 31 Ministries plug on KSBJ, a challenge to go one hour without complaining. Then try to take it up to a full day, and a full week, and then it will become a part of your lifestlye, just as the Bible directs us in Philippians 2 "do everything without grumbling or arguing". The Bible talks about grumbling more in Corinthians, Psalm, Matthew, Exodus, Numbers, John 6:43 "Stop grumbling", and 1 Peter. Agh, so I assume, it's a good thing to stop. Which leads me to my point: accepting Proverbs 31 ministries' challenge. It needs to be a part of my lifestyle to stop and be thankful.

I bought a journal so I can write these thoughts out. When I have a negative thought, I'll write it out and possibly a description if necessary, and then I'll write something I'm thankful for about that negative thought. For example: I really don't like slow drivers. But I'm thankful I have a car with air conditioning that gets me to my job in the morning, and that God gets me there safely.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Couldn't Stay Away

One of my greatest friends and her husband moved to California in 2010 for her Master's degree and Phd. They finally moved back to Texas June 17th! They love Texas so much it really wasn't a question if they would come back, but when. They're here now and she's working on her dissertation, and returns to CA in the fall for her exams and graduation! So proud of that smarty and so glad they're home.

Her sentiment when I tried to snap a picture.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

I guess I'm officially Old

My little brother graduated high school last week. That makes me feel particularly old; I guess it's official. He's eight years younger than I am and I remember when he was born. I remember his blonde baby hair and his big puffy cheeks. Now he's all grown up, and I am very proud of him.

In our family graduating high school is a huge deal. One of my aunts and uncle were able to come out and watch him walk. My aunt pointed out to my parents that they average 100%; all three of their children graduated high school. None of us dropped out or got knocked up/knocked someone up (until much later ;) It really is a big deal, especially for Austin. He went to alternative school twice, and got in trouble with the cops, so he almost didn't graduate.

So, here he is, 17, graduated and stumbling along like the rest of us. He wants to take classes at Lee College and some music ministry classes at Encourager church. I'll continually pray that he keeps moving forward. My advice to recent grads: Take it slow. Enjoy the beauty in this time.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

I'm an Aunt!

Officially on June 2nd, 2013 at 3:14 a.m. I became an aunt to the cutest nephew on the planet I might add. It was a draining three days, but mom and baby are doing very well.

Thursday Jayme went in for an ultrasound to see how much Bruce weighed. The doctors told her Bruce was about a month behind developmentally and she should anticipate having the baby in about two weeks, this is not what her doctor told her a couple of weeks prior. She then went to her doctor's appointment later that evening and her doctor told her those people were crazy, and that she was to go to the hospital at the scheduled time to be induced (they talked about and agreed on this plan a week before). We were all in a frenzy, mom was kind of freaking out -- first baby, different opinions, and a mad rush to get the baby out. Her doctor was concerned about Bruce's growth as well, but was afraid he was running out of room and she scheduled the induction/inducement (?) a week after her predicted due date. Jayme's parents, my parents, baby daddy (my brother), and Jayme's two best friends headed to the hospital that Thursday night at 8:00. They got settled in a room around 10:30 and started Cerdivil around midnight. I was on edge the whole night thinking I would miss something. But no worries, I didn't.

The Cerdivil wasn't working. The doctor checked her Friday morning and she was only 1.5 cm dilated. They gave her more Cerdivil; meanwhile I'm rushing at work to finish everything so I can sprint to the hospital if she actually starts having the baby. I was finished at work and getting restless, so I left and met my dad at the museum. We checked our phones often and were updated that she wasn't progressing, so they were going to try a balloon. After being in the hospital for nearly 17ish hours and no progression on Cerdivil they let Jayme eat and shower. I left the hospital around 8 p.m. because they weren't starting the balloon until we didn't know when. The doctors would say they'd be back in an hour and would come back several hours later. It was no good.

I was awake every two hours on Friday night thinking everyone's phones died and they couldn't reach me. I woke up at 6 a.m. on Saturday I was so anxious. Ryan and I tried calling everyone, but nobody would answer! So, we got ready and went to the hospital. They told us they had done the balloon at about 5:30 a.m. and had given her an epidural, so she couldn't feel it. We legit waited all day and her progression was painfully slow. She would dilate one cm every 3 or 4 hours. We were all complaining and so anxious for Bruce. Ryan left the hospital around 8 p.m. because he had to lead worship at church that Sunday. We all scattered trying to get some sleep. I was in the lobby with Jayme's brother when my brother came in around 12:30 and told us she was 8 cm! Whoo hoo. So, we all went back to sleep, lol, because she was progressing so slowly we figured we had time. About 1:15 a.m. my mom came and woke me up saying they'd gone to get the doctor.

I use the restroom, put my hair up, taking my time, and I was going to get coffee, which was down the l/d hallway near Jayme's room. I was going to wake up and wait for this baby! Well, I walk down the hallway and Jayme's door is open halfway and her brother is standing outside it pressed up against it; she was delivering!! I thought I had time. My dad was still asleep in the car, her parents were on the 6th floor sleeping and she's having the baby. We've waited three days at the hospital and we still weren't ready! None of us meant to be near her room when she was delivering. We were all going to wait in the lobby, but it was chaos. Her mom showed up and just walked into the room, my mom was in the room, there were like 8 nurses hanging out in there and the door was open. So, I saw Bruce very quickly after he was delivered.

Let me back up a little. Before Jayme's parents showed up, my brother comes walking out of the room, yea he left his lady in labor. He walked around a little and was breathing real deeply. He said a couple times "I'm going to pass out", I thought he was kidding. He turned to walk back to the room, spun in a circle and collapsed. He hit his head on the wall and was out. It scared the crap out of me! He came to very fast, though. The nurse gave him some graham crackers and juice and told him not to come back in until he was done. He hadn't slept in nearly three days and he was so anxious he could hardly eat, so I don't blame him for passing out, but I will hold it against forever since it was in front of me.

Then there was Bruce!