Monday, January 25, 2010

Strawberry Shortcake Cake

Here's a fun strawberry shortcake themed cake. I love the strawberries on top. Everything was all sparkly and cute.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

40th Birthday Cake

This cake cracks me up. It was for a 40th birthday party with a geriatric theme. Everyone dressed up like old people - the tables were decorated with depend diapers and pill bottles.
The cake went perfect with the party theme. I had a few more things I wanted to do to it, but I ran out of time. All the lettering took forever.





Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Natalee's Wedding Cake

Natalee designed this cute cake for her wedding. It turned out really elegant!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Love Him!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Sammi's 14th Birthday Cake

I made this cake for my daughter's 14th birthday party. Someone broke the cute fondant "14" on the top of the cake before I took a picture - big bummer! (That's why I cut it out of the photo)
But we put big funky candles on top and it still looked really cute. The top layer was chocolate with peanut butter buttercream (Yum!) and the bottom layer was cookies and cream with cookies n cream frosting (Super Yum!)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Austin's Birthday Cake

I made this cake for a 10 year old boy. It was lemon cake with lemon zest buttercream. Soooo Good!!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Rusty the Hunter

Rusty is a Redbone Coonhound (ya know, like on "Where the Red Fern Grows"). They are bred for their tracking skills - more specifically - racoon tracking. Rusty likes to chase anything furry really - cats, rabbits, squirrels, etc. He doesn't care much about birds. It's fun to see him get excited when he sees a bunny and chases it. The hair on his neck bristles, and he starts baying with all his might. (It's really something to hear him howl. It sounds similar to a beached seal crossed with a wolf howling at the moon.) He never catches anything, but he sure gets all worked up when he sees one.

Well, recently we brought Rusty up north with us as we stayed at a cabin with friends. He was in heaven- his "sniffer" was really working. Early one morning, we were wandering around in front of the cabin with Rusty and the kids. I spotted a fat squirrel on the ground and alerted Rusty. His ears instantly perked up and he waited for me to point the way so he could follow the scent. Now mind you, I knew he would never catch the squirrel as we were surrounded by trees and Rusty can't climb trees obviously. I just wanted him to have a little fun in the chase.

Well, he instantly spots it and takes off to tree that squirrel. The squirrel realizes it had better move and instantly darts up the closest tree. Here's where it all went wrong! The squirrel decides it doesn't like that tree and comes back down to go to another tree. (What this squirrel was thinking I will never know.) That was all the time Rusty needed. He snatched that squirrel by the back and proceed to throw his head back and forth as fast as he could. (You know the way dogs do when you are playing tug of war with a rope).

The children all watched in horror as Rusty continued to break the poor little squirrels back with his death grip. The squirrel even let out little high pitched yelps. "Oh what have I done?" was all I kept thinking. I just wanted him to chase the squirrel up a tree and then start baying and howling. Not this!

The whole thing happened so fast, but here's a run down of the dialogue I had with Rusty during the tragic event.
"Rusty!! Look Rusty, it's a squirrel! Rusty go get the squirrel! (I said this in my most excited voice, almost like a mother to her toddler). Rusty get the squirrel!! Oh No Rusty! No Rusty - drop the squirrel - bad Rusty! ( My voice was not so excited anymore - more disgust and concern - like when you witness your child throwing up) Oh Rusty, stop!!! What are you doing Rusty. Drop it - Drop it!"

Here's a picture of the squirrel as it meagerly tried to climb the tree with it's front paws (it's back legs just dangled because of the broken back) after Rusty let him go.
It finally dropped to the ground and wriggled in pain.
Shane decided it was cruel to let it suffer and put it out of it's misery.
Despite my disgust, Rusty was quite proud of his kill.
The boys (only a boy would do this) cut off it's tail and mounted it to the side of the cabin.
EEEwwwwwww! Gross!
Do all squirrels have such nasty teeth?