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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

Entries in Just Funny (395)

Friday
Oct072011

Jen's Mom Writes a Post

And now, a note from Jen's mom:

 

Hello.

Jennifer tells me I have to use the funny cake pictures.

[You're doing fine, mom.]

So.

Are you coming to Jennifer's little book parties? She's been working so hard on them, even though I told her that probably nobody is going to come.

But I told her, I said, "Just because people don't want to see you doesn't mean you're a failure. Maybe everybody's busy! Maybe they're at their mothers'! Who am I to say? What do I know?"

 

All I know is that all of my friends already have grandchildren.

It's hard for me to tell them that my Jennifer apparently doesn't love me enough to give me grandbabies.

[Mom! This is not the time.]

Fine! Fine, I'll change the subject.

So, I remember Jennifer's first period...

[WHAT.]

What? I'm telling a story! Well, anyway, she cried for days. It was terrible. And the clots...oh my goodness...

[MOTHER!!]

Okay, okay! Well. If you blog people aren't visiting your mothers on the night of Jennifer's little party, maybe you could go. Who knows? It might be fun. And if not, at least you'll know you did something nice for my baby.

Oh, and also:

Wait. That's not the right cake. Jennifer, sweetie, how do I put up the "Thank You" cake?

[Don't worry, Mom. I'll just put that in later.]

 

Thanks to Erin B., Kelly W., Ryan H., B.I., Anne S., and Jen's mom, who would obviously never write something like this and is an awfully good sport.

Tuesday
Sep272011

The Gift of Encouragement

I remember the first time I told my Mom the publisher wanted me to go on a book tour for Cake Wrecks. She responded by telling me about an author she'd seen at a big warehouse store the previous weekend, sitting alone behind a card table and looking desperate.

"I just don't want that for you," she said.

...

Motherly concern aside, you could say my mom has a real gift for encouragement.

Kind of like these people:

"Oh, and happy engagement. I guess."

 

This is your moment. Enjoy it.

 

Q: What do you get the birthday girl who's allergic to birthday cake?

A: A birthday cake with an apology. ("More cake for us! Woot!")

 

As we get older, we look for signs from our loved ones that age is really just a number, it's about staying young at heart, etc, etc.

"Well, sure, NOW I am."

 

And there's nothing quite so encouraging as ill-concealed shock at your personal accomplishments:

"We had you guys pegged at two years, tops. Wow!"

 

And finally:

"Note that we haven't expressed any sadness over this fact, or stated whether Kyle is happy regarding his imminent departure. However, the fact that we're having cake would seem to indicate a celebration of Kyle's coming absence."

"Wow, you got all that from four words?!"

"No, I'm reading the card."

 

Thanks to Edmund H., Rachael G., Kim K., Sarah C., G.D., & Kyle C. for the encouraging words.

Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, come see me on my book tour starting next month!