damn what a day. 40 some odd cakes, and D did help...she did 3 of em. *sighs* so it was another 10.5 hour day. at least i get paid overtime now.

ma dummy proved once again that he's the best boyfriend ever. 'bout 2 or 3 i get a call, him telling me that he was gonna make baked ziti. well fuck! he's been promising me ziti forever now, and when he finally get's the wild hair up his ass to make it, i'm not gonna get any till i get home and it's cold and dried out!! he says he's gonna bring me some. mhm...he says that NOW. we'll see huh? 7:30 rolls around and i'm starvinggggggggggg. and guess who comes in with a piping hot pan of the most delicious baked ziti?? my dummy. =) i'm so far behind i can't really sit down and enjoy it, but still wolfed down 2 bowls between decorating. AND i shared wif ma coworkers.

now i'm home...and waitin till dum wakes up so i can ask him why the house smells like gasoline....(petrol for you folks overseas=P)

k, so i get to work, and blondie is boxing up all the cakes, none of which are decorated, and D is on the phone with boss lady, telling her our airbrush machine is BROKE. and to put an emergency call into our supplier to get us a new one. i moke a ciggy, while waitin for D to get off the phone. blondie fills me in...she was using it, and it was spraying all spotty and BLEH. then, next time she went to use it, nuffin. no spray at all.

huh. so i click it on, and realize the air compressor sounds like nothing i've ever heard before. i try the trigger on the gun, and nothing, no air, no color. huh. if i've learned anything from living with a mechanic, i've learned to trace the problem.

the problem? no air. alright, is the airhose connected to the gun? yep. is the airhose connected to the compressor? yep. that's when i see it. yes, the airhose is connected to the armature. but the armature that screws into the compressor, isn't connected. der. IT'S LIKE 8 INCHES LONG!! i screw it back in, and voila! *rolls her eyes and sighs* literally 30 seconds later it was back up and running, and i'm the hero.

nevermind, i work with idiots. it's not saying much.

so, i start working on tomarrows orders...and a few from saturday. and GAHHHH...blondie leaves. it's 5pm before i even START decorating the 30 orders i've set up. D's in the back doin wedding cake. not plurl....ONE. by the time they've stopped taking orders, i'm up to 35. and D's STILL doin her cake. last weekend i understood having to do all the other orders, as D had 8 wedding cakes to do in 3 days. this weekend?? she has ONE. so i'm hoping she'll actually come give me a hand tomarrow. we'll see.

next month, on the 25th...is my birthday. and not just any birthday...but my 30th!!!!!!

i'm gonna have ma party @ our favorite bar, and i'd love to invite you all. i know most everyone won't be able to make it due to time, distance, and/or money restraints...BUT...

if you think you COULD be here, send me a PM. i'll give ya all the info.

WARNING: 1)there won't be any nakkie stuff goin on. just a regular party @ a regular bar.
2) you WILL be required to wear a silly party hat. sorry. iz the rules


like i said, i loooooovveeeesssss ya all and would be honored to have ya, so lemmie know if ya can make it!!

*muwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

i slept for complete shit last night. had more of those zombiesque nightmares last night, only relieved by me waking up every hour n a half to two hours to a blindingly painful headache. they weren't ALL nightmares, just most, and the ones that weren't nightmares were usually only 5 minutes long.

one of them, i was awake when dum woke up (i have auditory evidence) and when he went into the kitchen. during the time it took him to hit the head and get a glass of water, i'd fallen asleep and dreamed i was sitting on the side of the bed trying to get my watch on. (i don't wear a watch). when he came back into the room, i woke up. *shrug*

one of the worst ones, i'll just give the more gruesome bit.. me n dum were @ someone's house, helping them get ready for a party. after cleaning up a bit, we went for a swim. their yard was awesome, part swimming pool, part reflection pool, and a hot tub. me n dum went from pool to pool when the dude that owns the house came out, with his wife screaming behind him. he runs up, and i half turn, so i can see him and dum both. i see dude raise a pistol, see a flash, then feel wetness on the side of my face. i knew i was dead, but still saw dum get splattered with my blood and brains and bits of skull (very very very vivid). he runs and as i fall, i can still see, but now i'm just looking at the stars. i feel dude doing something to me, but i feel no pain, or anything really. kinda like when ya mouth is numbed up from the dentist. you feel it, but not really. anyway, he was cutting open my stomach and was pulling out all my inner-bits.

then i wake up. with the same headache. i dunno what i ate, or what i watched, but DAMN last night sucked.

sooooOOOooo, apparently @ the bar the other night, dum had made some wise-crack, as per usual. and apparently, i thought it would be funny to stomp on his foot, he's wearing steel toed boots anyway. apparently, the heel of my wedgie got him right at the arch of his foot, not in the toe area.

and now, apparently, i broke my dummy. his foots all swollen, and very ouchy, and i feel like the biggest bitch ever. =( he keeps sayin he's alright, but seein him hobble 'round like that makes me feel even worse.

so yesterday was our 2 year anniversary. and after work we hung out wif some of dum's friends for a bit. rayce had fun playing with their two great danes, next to them, he looks positively tiny!

the home for a shower, change of clothes (i wore the blue corset) and off to find a hibachi grill....we couldn't find the one ppl were talkin 'bout, so went to the one in our neighborhood. it sucks. the chef had no personality, and everyone at our table was lame. lucky they have liquor. LOL...two bottles of sake and two singapor slings later, me and dums are nicely lit. *grins*

we went to the bar, but neither of us remember it. we didn't even stay long enough to finish our drinks...

home and much much much sessy time.

now i'm slightly hung over, i fink i broke ma pinkie finger (dunno how) and i gotta go to work =(

*muwah* yall and i loveeeeeeeeeeeee you dummy!!!

FYI, i'm still in the contest (3rd place now) =( so this is ma weekly reminder (or begging, either way) to vote me up!!

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we now will resume your regularly scheduled programming...


and pssssst...TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTY

ok ok ok, so technically it's NOT his birthday. but he found us last year on this day. so it's the day we celebrate. he's now one year old, and a monster.

of course he had a cake


and, despite what we thought, he did NOT wolf it down. he made sure to lick off alllllllllllllll the frosting first. hehehehehe


i tried to get a pic of him afterwards, but he doesn't understand the idea behind staying STILL for a pic. i think i should title this one "mmmmmmoooommmmm....that' was gooooooodddd!!!!"


and now the birthday boy's in a sugar coma...soon to be followed by a sugar high...lol...lucky for me i gotta go to work!

reason i love NN.

i ask for help, and i get it in spades. tons of people voting for ma tatt, some down voting the competition (which i would never condone here, but all's fair in tattoos and war. Peachy and FoOd posting it on their facebook accounts, his_princess blogging it. Shang and Fin and others changing their IP's so they can vote more than once. LOL...i seriously love you all, each and everyone. the contest goes on forever, so i'm sure i'll be begging for help again =)

then dummy get's that PM from the assknuckle. and i've never seen him so pissed. the response to the thread he posted made me smile, and laugh, and remember that for every 5 cockknockers out there, there's ONE genuine human being, and i've the great pleasure of calling a good many of them my friends. the PM's i've gotten are amazing as well.

i guess i've spent this entire blog saying thank-you. and it just dosn't seem quite enough. but thank you. for proving to me (yet AGAIN) this is a community, as well as a nudie site. (not that i don't mind seein ya'll nakkie, hehehehehehehhe, that's just the icing on the cake) *groaannnnnn* and YES i made a cake pun.

hahahhahahahahahahahahahaha *hugs and kisses for everyone*

i'm now in second place...wif a 7.3. guess the downvoters were busy. thanks to his princess' efforts, she's found you can vote once every 24 hours (unless your juicy) so please continue.

i appreciate everyone's voting (and other forms of tweeking the vote). ya'll haven't let me down =)

quick re-cap for those who don't know...tatt contest, winner get's $200 gift certificate for more ink. i'm dying on the vine for a new tatt...hence..ma begging here =)

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