A Family Tradition Of Sorts

Today would have been my grandpa’s birthday. No one enjoyed a birthday more than him. It wasn’t because it was your special day. It was because there was cake. I can not tell you how many times my grandma would bake a birthday cake for someone and a piece would be missing before the birthday kid even saw it.  I don’t think it was really a cake at grandma’s house if it was all there. I think we all (I have 35 first cousins! Hey we are Catholic and from the Midwest, its how it is) have at least one picture holding a cake that isn’t quite all there.

Tonight when I got home I baked a cake in his honor. After I took it out of the oven I ran Noodle over to a friends house, when I got back there was a piece missing. (Before I frosted it). I know it was Hubs, and I made to eat but I sure couldn’t help but think of Grandpa and laugh.

Happy Birthday Vinnie S.

I hope you got cake today. Lots and lots of cake.

Its Gonna Be A Long One

My mother is going to work with me today at my shop.


7 hours.

I think I can, I think I can. 

Oh hell who am I kidding… its gonna suck.

If I don’t come back its because I put myself out of my misery.