tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post2898533896744696256..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: CRUMBY CAKERachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-18532814632499793872010-08-30T09:53:45.943-04:002010-08-30T09:53:45.943-04:00I hope that the marriage was more important to all...I hope that the marriage was more important to all the family, than the wedding, and that the cake tale is still told, with chuckles, and perhaps a sigh for what might-have-been.<br /><br />For you of course, it is different. You were the mother-of-the-cake!Kouign Amannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-83539253709235683002010-08-15T19:06:54.630-04:002010-08-15T19:06:54.630-04:00I wish that I were a good enough person to hope li...I wish that I were a good enough person to hope like Linda J. that the bride didn't notice the ruin of her cake and that blissful ignorance reigned. Unfortunately, the true me hopes that the bride and her mom (especially if this was the bride's paternal aunt and not the MOB's sister) lambasted the idiot and that NO ONE in the family ever let her touch so much as a bonbon again. Your self control is awesome!Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-36497475319316927552010-08-14T20:07:52.283-04:002010-08-14T20:07:52.283-04:00I hope the bride and her mother were in la-la land...I hope the bride and her mother were in la-la land and didn't notice the aunt's mess.Linda Jenningshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077587697557992493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-30687958734134997472010-08-14T16:59:46.212-04:002010-08-14T16:59:46.212-04:00Rachel, this story has me appalled at the destruct...Rachel, this story has me appalled at the destructive Aunt who insisted on making a mess out of her niece's wedding cake. My question is what did the family think? More important, the bride and groom. Sigh! My biggest fear for my three daughter's weddings was always the cake somehow not being perfect. This story makes me cringe. Smile.<br /><br />Thank you so much for your comment about the bedroom makeover. You definitely made me laugh. It was a labor of LOVE. My daughter kept repeating, "I am so happy mom." This daughter is the one who always marches to a different drummer and that statement was not in her vocabulary ever. She is serious and always taking her job as a Hospice nurse to the highest level. She loves her patients and they love her but stress is her worst enemy. She suffers when her patients die which keeps her from having many happy days. At least what I think of as 'happy days.' From her viewpoint, I could be totally wrong. Smile. She is a caring loving person and I am very proud of her. Her happiness was the best reward.<br /><br />Have a wonderful weekend.<br />Hugs, JeanneJeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02496069719875179788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-30050484198273393552010-08-14T13:27:16.942-04:002010-08-14T13:27:16.942-04:00Tonja,
I tried in my most persuasive voice, twice...Tonja,<br /><br />I tried in my most persuasive voice, twice more, trying to get her to be more careful, and she Just. Wouldn't. Stop. <br /><br />There have been several times in my life in which I wanted to lay hands on a person, and this was one. And aside from actually DOING that, or shouting into her face, I just couldn't get past that sniffy disdain.<br /><br />My helpers all came out the swinging door once, when they heard me say, "Do you HAVE to chop it all up like that!" And I think they stood ready to separate us if need came to that. <br /><br />There was just an implacable wall---Tonja, she actually made a FACE at me---one of those turn-your-mouth-down-tight, close-your-eyes and give a little headshake before she turned her back, that I remember to this day.<br /><br />There was just no reasoning with someone so dismissive and rude---I was frankly a little scared of her, I think---a GROWN WOMAN acting like a kindergartener. The very idea.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-39782317276307814312010-08-14T12:21:44.842-04:002010-08-14T12:21:44.842-04:00How could you ever manage to not go and tell her t...How could you ever manage to not go and tell her to leave it alone? I'm afraid I would have! How sad. It's so hard when people don't recognize the talent and creative talent it took to create such a beautiful cake...done by an artist. But, then comes someone who pretends to know what to do...and convinces others she knows what to do...without a creative bone in her body.Tonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08699862913139313405noreply@blogger.com