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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

A Few Of Jen's Favorite Things

Loyal henchpersons, today is my birthday.

No, please - please, remain in your seats. I realize your whole-hearted devotion compels you to rise and applaud, whoop, cat-call, etc., but that's really not necessary.

Oh, alright, just for a few minutes, then. If you must.

[big grin]

Now, on to the presents!!! Who wants to go first?

?!? What's this? You didn't get me *anything*? Really? Hmph. Well, fine. I'll find my own presents. Yeah. I'll just make a little self-indulgent list of some of my favorite things, and since it's my birthday, and my blog, you can't stop me.

First, of course, my favorite favorite thing is John. There aren't many cake versions of John out there, but I did find one:

I should probably point out that John looks better than this. Much better.
Plus he has hands, so that makes him like the Chippendales version 3.001.

I also love my cats, Lily and Tonks.

They also look better than this.

For fun, I enjoy playing the odd video game.

Speaking of "odd":

Here, I'll help you out. It's supposed to look like this:

As a voracious reader who finds excuses to use words like "voracious," I know Harry Potter will always hold a special place on my bookshelves:

The most depressing HP design ever.

Let's not forget some of my favorite movies!

Duuude. Is this really a Ghostbusters cake? Because *I'm* "not ready to believe."

How do you segue from Ghostbusters to Star Wars? With this:

Slimer and Jabba's love child.

Someone's had their eye on this one for a while:

Get it? "Had their eye on?" Eh? Eh?
See, that's a little dark lord humor for ya.

And now some of my favorite shows:

Just seeing if you're paying attention.

And if you thought I was serious, then as Sheldon would say...


After yesterday's nurse tribute, it seems fitting to have a Doctor shout-out:

Although I'm pretty sure he's a bit older than 36.
Still, this Wreckerator gets an "A" for effort.
("Astoundingly apathetic.")

At this point you're probably wondering where the Disney cake is, since you know I love Disney. "Maybe she used them all up in that awful Mickey post," you're thinking.

Did I, though? Or did I just save the best, most wreckalicious and dreadfully hilarious Mickey cake of all for today? Hmm?

"O Mickey, you're so fine,
Your unibrow just blows my mind.
Hey Mickey!"

Patty J., Sarah R., Monique B., Erin M., Tiffany G., Meghann H., Nicole L., Melissa F., Natalie E., Nicole K., & Maisoon, thanks for sending in all my birthday cakes. You rock.


Before you go, I have one more *new* favorite thing to share. Something I've been wanting for a long time. Something I've been secretly working towards for months, hoping against all odds to have by my birthday. Something you just might be interested in:

A new blog.

Yes, really.

In fact, it's SO new the virtual paint is still wet, but if you enjoy my inane nattering here on CW, then odds are you might enjoy them over there, too.

Click here to check it out.

But don't expect any cake. ;)


The Bakers Wrecked 'Em

Note to the squeamish: some of today's cakes are medically gross. I've seen much worse, but still...put the coffee down.

As the child of a former RN, I couldn't let National Nurses Week go by without showing the nurses of the world some love.

And by "love," I mean this:

I don't really know what's going on here ("I'm an escalator, not a doctor!"), but it looks serious.

Nurses have to have pretty strong stomachs to do what they do, not to mention a healthy dose of humor. This combination, however, makes for some...shall we say..."interesting" cakes.

Oooh, gutsy.
(At first I typed "gusty." Bwahahahah!)

Now, while Canadian nurses apparently celebrate their degrees with stuff like this:

A giant...water bottle? And a decapitated bear. And bar codes. And...uh...what the heck, Canada?

American nurses prefer their cakes a bit more bottom heavy.

As a Trekker, I really must object to this. Once I finish sniggering.

And yes, it gets worse.

This was was found over on Emily's blog:

It's a thermometer, not a straw.

Oh, and sorry for putting "straw" in your head if it wasn't there already.

Yeah, hindsight being 20/20, that was a bum crack to make. A real wipe-out. A party-pooping crapshoot*. Sorry.

*or crap chute, if you want to get technical.

Seriously, though, nurses, what's with the butts?

FUNNY-BUT-TRUE-STORY: My hubby John is a 250-pound tough guy who faints at needles. Once in college he had to get a shot in the cheek. The southern cheek. Well, the moment he bent over the table was the moment he first discovered that - you guessed it - he faints from needles.

He regained consciousness on the floor, in the lap of the lovely lady nurse who had caught him, with his pants down.

He now tells this story to every nurse we meet.

Next time, maybe we should bring cupcakes to help smooth things over:

"You take the pink pill, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the bloody band aid, and dude, you are nuts."

Audrey A., Shannon S., Matthias, Emily A., Jenny C., Sila Y., & Corey F., that's one way to call dibs on the vanilla cupcakes.