Ellis & Barnes: Serious Mothers!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

These Cupcakes TASTE Delicious

...but look like shit.



First off, it is the day before Halloween and there is snow. 

 California, you just got really good looking.

If it had not been snowing, we would have been building the tomb for our Halloween fright fest. With all this sudden time on our hands we decided to make Halloween cupcakes.

Katy Belle has been into helping and Stefan was on hand to help as well so these cupcakes were are real team effort...until the decorating.

 I did that. That's a pumpkin. Obviously. Want to see more?

Stefan asked, "Is that a skeleton hand?" I said, "No. That is also a pumpkin."



 It says RIP. You decide if I meant rest in peace or not.

 That one has a dot on it. The random toothpicks you see are for keeping the saran wrap elevated enough to keep the cupcakes fresh and not destroy my amazing design work. Yes, I was too lazy to take them out for photographing. Stefan says they help.


 Witch. A lady witch. You can tell by the eyelashes. 

 When I started this one I was going for tombstone but then made it a ghost. I do weddings, FYI.

 Alternate Universe.

Finally, my favorite. Stefan never saw this one coming.

Stefan: Is that the face hugger from alien?

Me: (sort of sadly) No, it is a cat.

I am amazing and you know what? All looks the same in your mouth.

Charming as always,

Saturday, October 29, 2011

My Father Had A Dream

It was that I, my sister and he won the NY State lottery tonight.

He called yesterday and said "I had a dream." The first time my father ever told me he had a dream that involved me was when I was about 8 years old and played little league baseball. I was one of 2 girls in the entire league and was forced to play right outfield. I like to say forced because that is what my memories of that time tell me was the case, but I probably just stunk at little league baseball.

Anyway, it was the day before a game and late in the afternoon. I was playing in the den when Papa came lurching out of his bedroom and said "I had a dream. Pop fly."

Me: What?

Him: Pop fly, pop fly. I dreamed you got hit a pop fly and missed. Gotta go practice pop flies.

Me: ummm...ok.

So we go out to the field behind the Jr High and he starts hitting me pop flys. For those who don't know the term, it is where the hitter hits the ball super high into the air and it comes down almost right on top of you.

I was pretty much like every awful 8 year old and thought he was crazy and I was bored and really did not give it much effort. "Why is my Papa hitting balls at me?" I never got a ball hit my way. EVER. I could be watching Fat Albert right now.

The next day we are at the game and I am out in right field and you know what happened?



Right to me.

It was like a scene from The Natural. Everything went slow motion. I turned to see my Papa stand. I turned back to the ball which was arching my way. I got myself ready, reaching toward the ball with my glove positioned just so and...I missed it.

I come from a family of "dreamers." There are lots of stories I could tell you about me or my mom or my sister or my father having a dream that came true in some way. There are lots of old ghost stories and "weird" moments that have been passed down through the family and have happened to me personally. However, we aren't the kind of people who think we are phychic or would really go see one in seriousness. We aren't crazy people...I think we are just Southern.

All I know is that I made a promise to myself a long time ago that when my Papa calls me and tells me he has had a dream, I listen.

My family, we don't play the lottery. In fact, I personally have never bought a lottery ticket in my life unless you could the once or twice a year I get a scratch off ticket....but my sister went out yesterday and bought 30 tickets. 10 for each of us. She trusts, like me, that when someone in the family calls about a dream, you don't question it, you just do it. Today is her birthday and might bring a little extra luck.

Like the NY Lottery saying never know.

xoxo, Biz

Friday, October 21, 2011

Guess who has a screw loose?

This girl.


Well that can't be good.

Those are 3 of my 6 dental implants (see past post about my Nightmare On Elm Street mouth HERE). You and I may not be "professionals" but we can probably agree that something seems to be a little "off."

What was that camp song about Magaleena-hagaleena and "one tooth pointed north and the other pointed south?"

Yes, one of my implants decided to head north and into my sinus cavity. Go on, look at the picture again...I'll wait.

Actually, maybe this isn't worth sharing. Maybe this is too much. Let's just wash your mind clean of the above horrific image of a screw lost in my head with this...which I think is much worse.

Now, doesn't that make my little problem seem more reasonable?


Basically, the implant somehow made its way to where it is now, though I remember no specific event that moved it. We know it happened in the last 2 months since it was fine when we x-rayed it in August. My dentist, 2 oral surgeons and an Ear, Nose and Throat guy all seem baffled. I am getting a cat-scan once my sinus infection goes away so we can get a really clear idea of exactly where it is, meaning is it partially imbedded in bone or has it totally worked its way out and, as the ENT says, "rattling around in there."

This ENT is the same one who suggested that one option is to "leave it there, you know like soldiers who have bullets or shrapnel floating in there head."

As soon as I get the Cat-Scans I'll be getting a 2nd opinion...and probably a 3rd. I am probably also not going to wait as long as the ENT suggested to to get the cat-scan because the latest joy is I can feel it "rattle" when I run, jump, or any number of things I do with a 2 year old. Rock and roll and good times and all that shit.

Here is to hoping I don't get in a fight or make out with Magneto. Right? Right? High fives!


Sigh, if you need me I'll be making a quilt following no sorts of instructions at all. That will make me feel better.

xoxo, Biz