Thursday, July 12, 2007

Mmmmm... Cake

Wow. This is post #100. I feel like there should be like... fireworks and shiny, scantily clad men jumping out of a cake.

Gee... in search of a visual aide... ala ripped torso smeared with icing from abs to pecs... all I could find was this blurred shot of a big lumpy cake. And who knows? There's likely a woman inside. Hopefully she's not there anymore.

Alas... although it's fun to picture someone trapped inside, with really bad poop cramps just waiting for the party crowd to yell "surprise".... I have no cake of any variety with which to commemorate my 100th blog entry. Meh... I did have leftover birthday cake for breakfast. Like... triple-layer, chocolate fudge cake with dark chocolate icing. Y'know... the kind that secretly makes you wonder if you're unknowingly mowin' down someone's idea of a practical joke.. "Ha ha ha... the chocolate cake in the staff fridge is frosted with melted Ex-Lax... don't tell anyone. Oh... and hide the bathroom keys."

So far so good. It's past lunch time and no volcanic bowel action. And just so you know... I wouldn't normally help myself to any food-stuffs in the staff fridge for fear of how long it's been there. Just, last night the station hosted it's annual summer staff party at the president's home. (No... the president of our company ya neener head.) Luckily, I had a chiropractic appointment and couldn't make it. Because ...well... these parties kinda suck when good things are happening... and let's just say good things are not happening right now and staff morale is at an all-time low, so I doubt it was anything to write home about... or write a blog entry about for that matter. But there was chocolate cake leftover in abundance... so for the sake of saying I had a healthy breakfast, let's just call it a big ol' chocolate pop-tart.

While on the topic of cake, I'm about due to bake one for Ted for post-birthday cake-cravings. He always gets two: an ice cream cake for the actual day, and then one that I bake after the fact. When I was a kid, I remember always getting a f**king Black Forest cake for my birthday almost every year... even though I HATED black forest and vocally opposed them every time. I'm still not very fond of cherries. But my mom would buy them because they were her favourite. I'm not going to delve into the topic of birthdays of yore though, lest I start bitching about how close mine is to Christmas and how I was constantly given the combo Christmas/Birthday gifts from everyone. Well, y'knew I was going to explain why. ha ha

A celebratory summer song's in order... I think... How 'bout a fluff-piece, trance-house track by Gloria Estefan "I Just Wanna Be Happy". It's from her rhythmic gem "Gloria"... one of the best CD's in the world to put on while you're doing house-work. Vacuuming never felt so party-esque!



i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy

i'm dancin' 'cause i feel good inside
i got the feelin' that money just can't buy
i may be dreamin' or is it my reality
i'm a believer and i believe i'm free
i can be happy because i want to be
don't need nobody to say what's right or wrong for me

i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy

i'm movin' to where i wanna go
feelin' the rhythm lettin' my body flow
made a decision to control my destiny
don't wanna sit back watchin' my life go by
i wanna get up, you know i gotta fly
won't ever give up until i'm happy, joyous and free

i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna dance the whole night through
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy

i just wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
you know i wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
i just wanna be happy, joyous and free
happy, joyous and free
i feel good inside
you know i wanna be happy, joyous and free

i wanna a midnight rendezvous
i wanna give my love to you
i wanna make my dreams come true
i just wanna be happy
i wanna have an ocean view
i wanna smell the flowers too
i wanna feel like lovers do
i just wanna be happy

3 comments:

Misster Kitty said...

Mmmmm Cake.

Ok this is just plain spooky!

I got Didz an ice cream cake from Ben and Jerrys. It's manditory!

And just like you, I'll be baking a cake this weekend!

I make it a point to never go to work 'parties' In my 21 years of working life so far I've been to 2 and bored me senseless both! I say avoid 'em like the perfume section at the Bay.

John said...

hee... for Ted, it's Baskin Robbins usually. Although this year I was a bad, (financially strapped husband) and bought him a DQ cake. :( Inferior, to say the least. But given a RAZR camera phone, and a pair of RW & Co capri pants seemed to make up for the lack of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip cookie dough. (considering that now, I don't know how it could. wink)

As for the work parties, yeah, I try to avoid them. Ted can understand for the the life of him "why", but I've learned to compromise when necessary. :)

The parallels that enforce our bond Shawn. That's all I can say about coincidence and shared opinions and views. As I said to you a long time ago. I'm enjoying "getting to know you". It's still true my friend.

Misster Kitty said...

I'm a bad blog - commenter...

I neglected to congratulate you on # 1-0-0

WOO Looks good on ya! ;-)Geeze any time you DON'T want to get me a B&R ice cream cake, please do feel free! I'll happily accept the replacement gifts! :-)