In the Interest of Keeping Things Real

I'm not kidding or exaggerating when I say that I flat-out CANNOT get things together. Ever since I was pregnant and left my purse in my cart in the parking lot at Publix, things just keep getting crazier and more out of control. And I dont know if I've mentioned this before, but I like control.

Although i have never claimed to be Susie Homemaker, things have gotten slightly atrocious around here lately. (Warning: my mom-in-law may want to avert her eyes lest she faint from shock and horror)

This is what my house currently looks like:


I even took pictures of the dust bunnies. The ones that are in the middle of the floor rather than hiding respectfully under the furniture. But I wont post those because I have my limits people.

As you know, yesterday was Jayci's 6 month birthday. And around here, that's a cause for celebratory cake. Nevermind that she can't eat it yet. It doesn't take much to be a cause for celebratory desserts around here.

So yesterday I set about making some cake. And here's how it turned out:

I may have forgotten to grease the pans and slightly significantly over-cooked them. I attempted to salvage them by breaking off the burnt edges and figuring I could cover all the ugliness with icing. However, when I set about spreading said icing over the cake, I may have forgotten to let it cool long enough, so it was pretty much the opposite of pretty.

To borrow a phrase from BigMama, I am the ghetto Martha Stewart.

Luckily, I am nothing if not resilient (that may not be true, but I need something to hold on to right now). So I simply made my disaster into yummy cake balls (A la Pioneer Woman). Because when life gives you crappy baking skills, make cake balls. At least that's what I always say.

Unfortunately, even my cake balls are slightly ghetto. But at least they taste good, and that's really all that matters.


Oh and one more thing:

Yes that is my Christmas tree in the backyard. Just keeping it real y'all, just keeping it real.