Until today, I would have told you, with confidence, that Better Homes and Gardens comes up with the grossest pseudo-creative food in the world, but after today, I must admit Shine.com's article on Creative Birthday Cakes for Kids ...takes the cake.
In honor of my sister-in-law's birthday, here is the grossest birthday cake in the world.
You'll have to follow the link to check it out, because there is no way I'm risking copy-write infringement for such a gross image. If it was something cool, sure, but not for this.
In case you followed the link, and it didn't direct you to the exact cake I'm talking about, its number 18 of 20: the Campfire Cake. This wins the World's Grossest Cake Award (WGCA) because it has multiple layers of fail. First, the concept. Camping? What kid aspires to be a camper above all other things? Sure, some kids like fire trucks, or princesses, but Jimmy just wants to sleep outside. Its like the birthday cake equivalent to giving out pennies on Halloween.
Second, as awful as this cake looks, it must taste worse. Tortillas, coconut, pretzels, peanuts, and a cake. What are you-- High?
Lastly, it doesn't even have the benefit of being simple. It requires one hour of prep. If I'm going to spend an hour putting together a cake, there better be some kind of Rube Goldberg machine on it by the time I'm finished.
Happy Birthday, Denise.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Birthday Gaffe
At what age are people suppose to stop asking you how old you are? I mean, how old does a woman have to be for it to become impolite to ask her age? And when people stop asking me how old I am, should I be insulted? Wouldn't it suggest by not asking, I must be an age worth hiding? Or am I just a big ball of crazy?
And at what age do people start trying to impress you with how old they are? Where is the switch there, where for sixty years a woman denies her age and then suddenly shes waving it around like a big old flag.
I think its safe to assume that regardless of age, I will continue to make an ass out of myself for the rest of my life. Because if I haven't made any of the necessary steps towards growth by now, that train has left the station.
Last week was my birthday, and a family member asked me how old I was turning, and, because I don't know the proper protocol, I decided I would be safe, and not tell her, and her response is "Heck! I'm 40 years older than you are, it hardly matters!"
And this was the dangerous spot. I knew I was excepted, socially, to scoff, say no, you aren't, you look too young, that's impossible. But then, what if by scoffing, I'm patronizing her(mathematical, it makes sense for her to be 40 years older than I am, am I suppose to just ignore basic math?!). Wouldn't it more insulting to be patronized by a younger generation? But by this point, I'd been standing doe-eyed for about 20 seconds, and all that I could come up with was "I.. am not surprised by that." It was probably not the right thing to say.
And at what age do people start trying to impress you with how old they are? Where is the switch there, where for sixty years a woman denies her age and then suddenly shes waving it around like a big old flag.
I think its safe to assume that regardless of age, I will continue to make an ass out of myself for the rest of my life. Because if I haven't made any of the necessary steps towards growth by now, that train has left the station.
Last week was my birthday, and a family member asked me how old I was turning, and, because I don't know the proper protocol, I decided I would be safe, and not tell her, and her response is "Heck! I'm 40 years older than you are, it hardly matters!"
And this was the dangerous spot. I knew I was excepted, socially, to scoff, say no, you aren't, you look too young, that's impossible. But then, what if by scoffing, I'm patronizing her(mathematical, it makes sense for her to be 40 years older than I am, am I suppose to just ignore basic math?!). Wouldn't it more insulting to be patronized by a younger generation? But by this point, I'd been standing doe-eyed for about 20 seconds, and all that I could come up with was "I.. am not surprised by that." It was probably not the right thing to say.
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