When Life Throws You a Stick You Get..... Boobies?

Life has such a wonderful way of telling you what's up.

It can give you lessons in the most strangest ways and in ways that we may only see years down the road. And sometimes it is just right there, telling you exactly what you need to know right at that moment...

I have been so busy this summer it is almost unbelievable. I don't think I have ever had one so busy. It's not a bad thing either. My husband and I have created many memories for our kids, many learning experiences and adventures.

I have also been busy with making cakes. Wedding cake, anniversary cake, birthday cake etc.

The most recent ones have been the anniversary cake and birthday cake.

Over the last weekend we have celebrated my husband's great aunt and uncle's 65th wedding anniversary at their cottage. Every year their anniversary is celebrated and it also becomes a family gathering. For some, they stay for a few days and for others, they stay for weeks.

We all got to enjoy beautiful weather by the water, watching the kids swim and play. It was really wonderful!

Frankie can be silly sometimes in wanting extra ways to float. It's not too clear of a picture but it does get a bit hard to get it right when there is a lot of movement and at a distance as well. Oh well.

I did get to take an awesome shot of the ducks as the kids fed them.

We got to enjoy ourselves around a fire but it didn't last too long. The mosquitoes were just nasty.

As you can tell not many stayed.

We waited a while in hopes that the bugs would be less active and headed back outside for some fireworks.

I couldn't resist taking a picture of Frankie. She was enjoying her very first fireworks show.

I really need to practice keeping a still hand.

Ok so those are just some bits of the fun we had. I put my camera down as it was hard to get some good pictures and I did just want to enjoy my time as well.

So back to the cakes...

I had made a two tiered cake, chocolate and vanilla and used a vanilla buttercream icing to decorate along with some fondant flowers I made. I was told to put some 'bling' on there as the misses enjoys her jewels. Nothing wrong with that. The colors were to be white and blue, blue being the color of that year of anniversary.

I didn't want to put too much bling on the cake as I didn't want it to overpower the essence of a wedding anniversary, being of a man and a woman with different tastes being life partners for so long. It's not just about the bling.

I admit I was having a rough few days. I had major headaches and all sorts of pain that made cake making and decorating hard and it was hot and humid. I pushed through anyways and even though I feel like it wasn't the best looking cake I have ever made I still think I pulled it off ok despite how I was doing.

I had put that cake aside and started making the birthday cake that was for the next day of the anniversary celebration. For my husbands uncle. His wife had asked me to make a somewhat exotic cake.
It was to be chocolate and the details were to be... let's say big....

She had asked me to make a boobie cake and even though its not my first boob cake that I make I still feel slightly uncomfortable delivering those style of cakes.

So I mixed up the ingredients and baked the cakes needed. I was having a hard time standing around at this point.
I had let the cakes cool a bit before taking them out of the pans and well with luck on my side, the slab cake (for the body) broke as it came out of the pan. Yay. I was very frustrated with it. Not in the mood to make another one. So I left that alone for some time. I kept the broken cake for the kids to munch on but also because I can 'recycle' the cake. If needed I use pieces of it to help form shapes or if I make a mistake, I have some extra cake that I can use to fix it.

With my timing planned I was able to let go of cake making. I put it off for the next day with ample time to make and decorate.

I packed up my things and was ready to head out to deliver the anniversary cake to the cottage. The last thing I had to do was bring the cake to the van. I had someone waiting in there to hold the cake for the drive there.

Just as I stepped out of the door and down a step, my bad ankle gave out and I went tumbling down with cake in hands. I saw everything in slow motion, I even had time to think, 'oh there goes the cake', and see it fall to the ground.

What a disappointing event. There was no time left to make another, nor to head to town to even buy one at the grocery store. All I had to share were the pictures I took.

Thankfully the cake was for family, they were so very understanding and were more concerned of my well being from the fall.
I had a couple cuts and bruises, and again a swollen ankle, nothing really that bad.

That being the worst of it.

booo

The next day I headed back home to finish up the birthday cake. I felt more sore in my hip and my back from the fall. I thought it was stupid to feel that much pain from such a little fall. I guess I am getting old haha.

So yet again I was being put to the task of making cake in pain. Boy oh boy what a time I was having. It was another hot day which made it so hard to work the details just right. I had to give up on working on it so much as I was uncomfortable. My hands were too shaky to make the lace bra look nice. Thank god for the pearls to help it look good.

I was even having a hard time with the nipples. It wasn't cold enough to make them perky enough :p
Actually though, it was hard to make them both centered and aligned.

After enough time was spent on a cake I couldn't afford to take deep care of, I packed up and carefully, slowly headed out the door. Funny thing is as I wrote 'carefully' and 'slowly', I typed it just that way... Leave it to me to exaggerate on it with typing.

I had succeeded stepping out of the door and putting it in the vehicle without falling or dropping it. WOOHOO!

The cake was brought out after supper and what a hit it was. People were throwing dirty jokes here and there, making the floor shake so that the boobies would shake too. What a laugh we all had. And when it was time where the birthday man decided to cut the cake, he showed up with a whole new outfit.

He surgically cut up that chest - I mean cake.. That cake just perfectly so everyone could get a feel for it. And it tasted pretty good too.

And so this post comes to an end with a happy ending. The boobie cake survived the travels whilst the anniversary one took the fall.
The life lesson here? I could easily think that the lesson is to show me that I need to slow down, take good care of myself, and be more organised. OR it could be that I need to take things a little less seriously and laugh a little more. Cause you never know when life will throw you a stick, I just hope you get boobies after the fall ;)