My curiosity has drawn me back to the blog world. I am interested to know if anyone out there has experienced something similar to the story below.
I have had some conversations with different people over the last few months about one of my friend’s childhood traditions. When I explain the idea to them, they either don’t believe me or they say that Mason’s parents were probably trying to kill him and his friends. Now, I don’t believe that is the case, but you decide for yourself.
When Mason was younger, his mother would bake him a birthday cake. Not just any birthday cake, but a special one. One you cannot buy at a bakery. (I assume because of lawsuit abuse and such).
He says he distinctly remembers the cake always being rainbow flavored. I’m not sure if that’s a real flavor or not, but he says it’s the kind that is yellow and has all the colored dots sprinkled inside. Anyway, the cake wasn’t the good part. It’s what was inside the cake that counts. After baking at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes, the cake was iced, sprinkled, candled, etc just a like a regular cake. Once the cake was cut and everyone had a piece, Mason’s mom would tell everyone to chew their cake at least seven times before swallowing.
What’s so special about a cake you have to chew seven times? Well, besides possibly saving the cake eater’s life, chewing this special cake at least seven times could help you recharge your remote controlled car batteries or help you to pay for the birthday present.
How is this possible you ask? I will tell you.
Before the cake was placed in the oven, Mason’s mom wrapped a handful of 50 cent pieces, silver dollars, quarters, etc in aluminum foil and sprinkled them in the cake batter. Only the luckiest cake eaters were able to pan some treasure out of their slice of cake.
How awesome is that!?
Granted, it shouldn’t take seven chews to find out if you’ve hit gold or not. Depending on the amount of dental reconstruction, you might know if you have a lucky piece before the first bite.
Personally, I think Mason has one of the coolest moms ever, but feel free to disagree if you think this is way too dangerous for a kid’s birthday party. If so, I’ll tell you about a game his mom had the kids play involving dropping clothespins from their nose.
To lend credibility to this story I have found a link with directions for making your very own money cake. This link is completely unassociated with Mason and his mom. She’s not Canadian.
The names of the characters in this story have been changed to protect the innocent.
If thou could'st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf, And say, "this is not dead," And fill thee with Himself instead.
But thou art all replete with very thou And hast such shrewed activity, That when He comes He says "this is enow Unto iteslf - 'twere better let it be, It is so small and full, there is no room for Me."
Nathan had some training in Austin today (tues) and I invited myself along for the ride. Partly because he's been so tired, I wanted him to have some company for the drive, and partly, because I've been feeling like I need a little escape, and I took this as an opportunity.
So at 4am, this morning, the alarm sounded and up we got. We set out about 430 and got home close to 8pm. A very short trip.
BUT, I did get to go to IKEA and I ran into Heidi!!!! and her momma! How fun is that?! What a cool thing. I was on a mission to see the toddler table and chair set they have. It was cute, but not what I'm looking for, so I just bought a new pillowcase for one of my giant floor pillows. Wesley slept in his stroller for the first 45 minutes I was there, so I was able to shop at my leisure. :) He was so cheerful and peppy all day! He sat in his carseat reading his books and playing with his toys. So happy! Except of course, the last 40 minutes of the drive home, but I sat in the backseat and entertained him with rap versions of children's Bible songs. Bless his heart, when I was reaching to bring him out of the car seat after a particularly long stretch, he clapped for joy and was SO excited to be set free. What a trooper!
I had planned to take Wesley to a park or the zoo or something, but it was cold and rainy today. While we were at the Outlet mall in Round Rock, we got caught in a shower storm and I had to buy a towel from the Disney store....it's a Nemo/Crush towel though, so it's all good. :)
Anyways, I'm happy to be home, but it was a fun day. I feel bad that Nathan didn't enjoy it like I did, but I did share my DQ dipped cone with him. :)
Today is Nathan's 26th birthday. So if you get the chance, facebook him, myspace him, text him, send a carrier pigeon. Do what you gotta do. :) Just wish him a happy birthday. Or in my native language "feliz cumpleanos".
I feel the need to share our love story with you guys. If you've read this before, or heard this story too many times, then please, by all means, quit reading. But I, personally, feel this is the most thrilling tale of adventure, romance, suspense, and well...Halo.
It all began my first summer as a full time Zephyr Summer Staff. It was July and we were hosting our ever popular 3D camp where many local churches traveled by the hundreds to our beautiful blistery encampment. One of those said churches happened to be one by the name of First Baptist Odem. :) Well one day, as I was slopping the food onto the trays, trying to beat the clock and get the campers fed before they erupted into little nightmares, a guy walks in through the line wearing a t-shirt that only a few people on this earth could have. It was a Faltonio Falls mission trip shirt that my brother also owned. And that's exactly what I called out (while wearing an apron and a hat in the shape of a lobster) "Hey! My brother has that shirt!!" Not the most elegant way to begin a lifelong romance, but memorable indeed. The clever guy that Nathan is responded with a quick "oh yea?" and that was that.
Moving past the few (and brief) conversations we had at camp (after discovering that my brother showed him a picture of me and mentioned that he should look me up at the Z) we find me back in Corpus Christi ready to begin my freshman year of college and following my big brother into the Baptist Student Ministry. An organization designed to draw college students closer to Jesus and to go out into the world spreading the Gospel. Well, needless to say, Nathan and my bro were pals through the BSM and I found myself face to face with this guy from camp in my own living room. (yes, I thought he was cute)
One day, Nathan was hanging around my house waiting for my brother to get off work and we found ourselves having a real conversation, then we found ourselves playing Halo together, then we found ourselves driving to DQ to get some ice cream together. Where we proceeded to make out in front of little old ladies. (just kidding, I was testing you to see if you were still with me)
Thus our friendship began and well, tears come to my eyes remembering all the fun adventures we had as friends. We traveled from Dallas, to Colorado, to Los Angeles, to a little lakehouse on Lake Corpus Christi and had marvelous, silly, sometimes dramatic, adventures. I don't know the exact moment that I felt my heart fill with love for him, but I have many memories of many moments where I felt confidence that the Lord had a plan for us, marriage, ministry, adventure, family.
The second summer I spent at Zephyr began with many nights of me laying in bed dreaming, praying, and wondering what the next steps of our friendship would bring. Nathan would visit me at Zephyr, we would walk on the hill and talk about the future (sometimes argue) and then June 26, 2003, we had our final DTR (defining the relationship) talk and he asked me to be his girlfriend. :) And I can't stop smiling just thinking about it.
Well there you go friends. There's a short summary of how Nathan and I fell in love. (Yes, the short version).
Oh, and because I just think it freakin' rocks and I want you to know how awesome Nathan is. Below is the poem he wrote for me and recited when he proposed to me April 17th, 2005.
Snow White was tricked by a Witch's lie; Jasmine was waiting for the right guy.
Cinderella raced against the 12 o'clock bell Beauty had only until the last petal fell
Ariel had just three days to gain true love's kiss The kiss Aurora dreamed she wouldn't miss
Through evil spells and rotton apples, they emerged victorious; To marry the man of their dreams was glorious.
I don't have a white horse or shining armour And I don't claim to be much of a charmer
But know this, I will always love you; Just like a fairy tale, it is true
The last petal has fallen, the midnight bell has rung; The evil enchantment is broken, the Little Mermaid has sung.
So now it's time to take your rightful place; Among the beautiful princesses dressed in lace.
Just one more lock needs a key; The answer to the question: "Will you marry me?"
Now seriously, how awesome is that? Now here we are, mommy and daddy, and many more adventures ahead of us!
So Happy Birthday, Nathan, My love. You are definitely the cheese to my macaroni, the salt to my pepper, the peanut butter to my jelly, the ketchup to my french fries. I love you and I pray this year brings us many more joyous adventures! Thank you for loving me like you do!
(p.s. i would apologize for how smoochy woochy this post is, but well...i'm not sorry!!)
Jane Austen said “There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” I must say that I quite agree While I enjoy traveling this grand earth, the thought of laying on my living room floor with a book or simply watching tv with my family definitely makes for real comfort. What a delight and a treasure to have a home and more importantly family.
Do you ever feel like your insides are moving faster than your outsides?
For example, a moment ago I was staring blankly at the computer screen, not really comprehending what was in front of me. But my mind was moving wildly about, dancing from land to sea to sky and back to the earth. I could feel the energy inside me swirling around like a whirling dervish and the world inside my head and heart was spinning faster and faster until I couldn't catch a breath.
But no, you wouldn't have recognized this tantalizing experience within me just by a glance. I was a rock. A lump. A woman who desperately needs to brush her hair. But inside. I am an adventurer. A mountain climber, a sea captain, a wind rider.