OK, so we got called out to make an update by our lovely friends. Because we love them so much, here goes. There's not much going on in the Riddle household. We will get a new dishwasher tomorrow to replace the crummy one that is on its last leg. Ella has reverted so some kind of demonic puppy stage, and she's lucky to still be alive, much less our beloved dog. We are very much looking forward to her turning 2 years old, as we are assured we will see a marked difference in her behavior. My dog has confirmed the suspicion that I actually am missing some kind of nurturing/woman gene. This dog has given me a more accurate view of myself than even a mirror. She has a way of bringing out the worst in me even more than socialist liberals do. I am so glad that Ella is not able to communicate with others, else they see how truly evil I am deep inside.
We have been really busy with jobs, church, and trying to be healthy. We have been back into a regular routine of running and exercise. Running makes me a nicer person. It also helps to get rid of the four cake decorating classes that I took last year compiled with the day I turned 30. I'm not exactly sure what happened between 29 and 30, but one day my body stopped working properly. Hence the running. We hope to run an extensive race next spring. Maybe a few shorter ones in between now and then.
In weather news, Alabama has had some tremendous rain and storms lately. In fact, if I cannot find sunshine soon, I may sink into depression. One day, tornadoes were in Chelsea, and we were ordered to get into our safe place. I mean, funnels were spotted. So, off I go into our hall closet. And . . . because most serious injuries occur on the head, I word my bicycle helmet. Why do I have a bicycle helmet you ask? I mean, I don't have a bicycle. Well, I used to have a bicycle before Katrina rusted it out. In fact, I had trained with this very helmet to do a sprint triathlon--scheduled the Sunday before Katrina hit on Monday. Obviously, it was cancelled. I didn't even get my tshirt. Sad. Anyway, facebook got a laugh out of this pic, so I thought I would share it.

I helped a friend from our small group make a Minnie Mouse birthday cake for her daughter's 2nd birthday. We had some challenges, but plan C ended up working pretty well, I think.

Then, one of my co-workers had been trying to talk me into making a cake. We talked about a Cinco de Mayo cake. Then I discovered that my boss' birthday was May 4th. If you don't know, I make a cake for my close team of co-workers on their birthdays. So, I made a Cinco de Mayo birthday cake for my boss. His name is Andy in English (just in case you couldn't translate the Spanish).
