When I was younger I didn’t care much about making pound cake. It seemed boring to me. Chocolate and cakes like pineapple upside down cake was more interesting to make. But when I heard I was to be a Grandmom, the first thought other than baby was I have to learn how to make pound cake.

It took me years to perfect a recipe. You can make it dry, too much lemon and various other mistakes that my kids thought were interesting but tasty. But that Grandmom made this cake taste was on the horizon so I kept trying for my grandchildren’s sake. By the time my grandson was five, I had mastered and even more importantly memorized my famous “Mom Mom Sour Cream Poundcake”. At least that’s what Alex calls it. And every year for his birthday I make his cake. Except this year I had a mishap.

Everything was going well. I had cleared the house, the oven was cool. I slide the cake pan in the oven, set the timer and closed the door. I only needed the house quiet for one hour and I sat down to take a nap. The nap is required, after all I am a Grandmom. Forty-five minutes in, the door bell rang. Its a vacuum cleaner demonstrator. My husband loves new gadgets and let him in. And That’s another blog for another day.

This guy comes in the house inhaling deep and commenting on how good it smells in the house. My husband explains I’m making a birthday cake and the guy just keeps talking about how good it smells and sure wish he was going to be here when it’s cut.. I was in the kitchen but I kept hearing him say it over and over again. Finally the timer goes off. I carefully side the cake out of the oven. It was beautiful, even if I say so myself. I loosened the cake from the pan and went to flip it unto the cake stand when the unthinkable happened. I dropped the cake! It was so freaky. I can’t even explain how it ended up on the kitchen counter in three chunks except that the vacuum cleaner man willed it out of hand. After all he left with a big chunk of warm cake.

It wasn’t a complete total loss we had strawberry short cake for dessert and my daughter was given the task to make the cake for his party. Oh well, into every life a little cake must fall.
Until next time, keep wondering!

I know I can’t sew. I’ve tried it several times before and always end up frustrated with an equally frustrated product. But my daughter, this time around; and my mother in the past, somehow have convinced me to try again. Now, I just want to make some curtains. How hard can it be? Sew a line here and sew a line there. But that must of been too easy because I made it back to the cutting board to make a bag for my sewing machine of all things. This was a weekend project.
Day 1-get robbed at the fabric store. Start on the project, get angry, rip it out and go to bed. Day 2 wake up early to find out the project you were to finished is finished. So what can I do, iron fabric and trim. No sewing allowed. Day 3 my bag is finished. I did get to design one panel and pin the interior. It was fun spending time with my daughter. I don’t know how she didn’t see I don’t like sewing. She’s already planning for us to make a clutch together. Her and my daughter-in-law made one in an hour. I don’t need another sewed bag. I’m fine with Coach doing the sewing. Thanks Kare and Audrey. Next time I will make lunch.

I took a few days off to read about blogging and learn some of the basics. It appears to me, my two year old granddaughter is better on the iPad than I am. Case in point, she can get pass my security code and turn on iTunes and the camera. I can’t even orchestrate my calendar. The other day, I typed a 400 word blog but lost it Before I could post it. Talk about devastating. I didn’t have the strength to type it all again, so I guess that will be another blog for another day.

So to end my plight, I decided to hire my grandson to teach me how to use the darn thing. He came cheap. It only costed me a download of Mind Craft and a trip to the GameStop. He has gift card that are burning a hole in his wallet.

It’s true I am a little behind the times when it comes to modern technology, but hey, I am ahead of my dad, he has never owned a computer. ;D

I am reblogging this site because I love what she did with the space. Those of you that have been in my library know what I’m about to do next. I have been finding it hard to find bookcases that fit my space at an affordable price and I believe this ideal will go along way.