Suicide Knives & Black Tie Domino's

For those of you who are not aware, I am an "event planner". No, I am not J Lo in The Wedding Planner, nor am I one of those crazy planners from TV, like on Bridezillas, etc. Granted, I have my moments of insanity, but for the most part (depending on who you ask) I am not a crazy person. I plan all private events for a dinner club downtown and we have 3 floors with 15 private rooms. So we do anything from business meetings for 4 to weddings for 300 to caterings for 500. December is my time of utter lunacy. From about November 15th (beginning of finalizing plans) to December 24th (last party) some may compare me to a chihuahua (little spastic trying to be in 400 places at once) or a switch board operator as that is what I am doing 90% of the time...answering calls, returning calls, having meetings, emails, texts, faxes, sky writing. Sometimes I wish advancements in technology would cease, cause if these people have one more way to get in touch with me, I may need to find the cave Jesus rose from and rent it for a spell.
December is lots of Starbucks, head down push through, sleep, work, smile, "Happy Holidays" (never Merry Christmas, learned that one the hard way), mac & cheese at midnight...fun times people!

So Friday we had probably our busiest day and it consisted of the following:

6 lunch events (nothing huge)

3 dinner events totalling 200 people at the club

1 catering for 450 at The Tulsa Public Library, a seated 3 course dinner at the library.

Now, let me explain to you that no, the library does not have a kitchen. So we create a make shift kitchen BETWEEN ROWS OF BOOKS. No lie. We are dishing up 450 appetizers, entrees and desserts in between "Curious George" and "Pride & Prejudice". It is quite a feet...but we do it every year. So at 9am we begin to transport all that is needed. Place settings (china, silver, glasses, coffee cups, etc.), kitchen set up, bar set up, wine, liquor, ice, sugar, salt & pepper, everything. The library is located roughly 3 blocks from our building, so many items we load on carts and push through downtown. Cobble stone streets...caused this:

Yep, that's us on 7th Street, picking up the 250 knives that attempted suicide at 9:15am, I assume they were boycotting this catering as we wish we could. In the process of picking up, I gracefully kicked, like a soccer ball, a 32 oz. cup of coffee and it landed on the bottom 1/4 of my pants...pretty. So once the hemorrhaging ceased we headed on to our duties of transforming the Library from this:

To this:

Not too shabby. The evening went off with no fires, lack of food, passed out drunk people or injuries, so in my book, that is a success. The only time I had to restrain myself from punching someone in the neck involved a server, who was on rent from a local staffing firm. With the insanity of the season, we will "rent" people for the evening to have warm bodies. This event begins at 7pm and is pretty much balls to the wall until 10pm when the guests leave. So I inform staff that there are no breaks, smoking or otherwise from 6:00pm until 10pm...because I am not responsible for the pain inflicted if someone asks me in the midst of dishing up steak & lobster for 450 between the Dewey decimal system, if they can have a 10 minute break to attempt to catch lung cancer. No you moron you can not!

So for the safety of those working with us, we give them 20 minutes before our pre-shift meeting to go smoke or do whatever they must. Of course the place cleared out like someone just yelled in a crowd of teenage girls that Robert Pattinson was outside. At this point a "rented" server approaches and following was our conversation:

Rented "Do you have the number for Domino's?"

Me "I'm sorry?"

Rented "Pizza, do you have the number for Domino's?"

Me "For what?"

Rented "I'm hungry and they deliver"

Me "So you want Domino's to deliver pizza to a black tie formal dinner at the Tulsa Public Library?"

Rented "Yeah, I'm hungry"

Me...being restrained by my banquet supervisor as my eyes glaze over and I turn green..."NO...YOU CAN NOT HAVE DOMINO'S DELIVER YOU PIZZA!"

I am happy to report that no one was harmed, thanks in part to my banquet supervisor...he saved that girl's life. And on we continue...22 more days. I love my job!

Random Thoughts

The husband and myself went to a movie this evening and I left with a few notes of interest. Well, first I must say that we saw "The Blind Side". Great movie...great story...you should all go see it...well, all 2.5 people that will read this. (The .5 is my sister's dogs who are probably laying at her feet while she reads).

Anyway, the reason we are all gather today...Points of interest:

1. When did a "small" coke at the movies become the size of a small sea?

2. When did a "small" wild cherry slushy at the movies become the size of a slushy small sea?
These are SMALLS people...small, medium, large...tiny, average, huge....none, some, lots. (Granted, the price does in no way reflect the small status, but follow me here) Now it is like Huge, Hugger, Huggest. I think that movies and The Biggest Loser must have some silent pact that non of us "civilians" know about to keep each other in business. Think about it.

3. People with small children should not take them to a non-G rated movie at 8pm on a Saturday. And if you do completely lose your ever loving mind and decide that a 7-year old at a movie at 8pm on a Saturday is a good idea (which it isn't)...may I suggest that you please NOT sit in different rows and then 1 hour through the non-G rated movie, send the 7-year old to find his mother (seated next to me) some rows back. The 7-year will proceed to "whisper" mom....mom.....mom. Guess what kid, probably 75% of the females in that theatre were moms (non-silent whisper). Bad move parents of the year...bad move!

4. Tim McGraw should get hair implants...he looks good without the cowboy hat...but with hair.

5. After seeing this movie, I felt the need to go adopt someone. To which my husband rolled his eyes and said, "Not every adoption will end up with an NFL star." Toatlly missed the point and I still want to adopt someone.

And thus concludes Random Thoughts by Jack Handy
(Saturday Night Live, circa when it was still funny)

Tomorrow I tackle Christmas decorations and the blue bird.

Sugar Masterpieces...or not.

I live in the lovely town of Tulsa and for years we have loved being here. However there has always been one thing I don't think I will ever understand. The Tulsa STATE Fair. Most towns, even little bitty ones, have a fair. However Tulsa has chosen to induct itself the 51st State apparently as our fair is the Tulsa STATE Fair. Not the Oklahoma State Fair, that is in Oklahoma City. I could discuss the awkwardness of this name for some time, but that is not what I am here for this evening. So, the Tulsa State Fair will hence forth be know as The Tulsa Faux-State Fair...cause it is stupid and Tulsa is not a state.

One of the attractions, if you will, at this faux-state fair is the Oklahoma Sugar Art Show. For anyone out there who enjoys The Food Network as I do...you may have stumbled across a Food Network Challenge a time or two. My personal favorite are the cake challenges where competitors have 8 hours to make a figment of their imagination come to life through cake. One of the regular judges is Kerri Vincent. A lovely, no crap taking lady from the British way. She, come to find out, started this Sugar Art Show at The Tulsa faux-state Fair and it has become one of the largest shows of it's kind in the US of A. So my friend and I decided to venture down to the faux-State fair and have ourselves a gander.

There is a theme and this year it was something regarding Sand & Sea or Beach & Sun or Sea & Mermaids. Just think NOT Oklahoma...Florida, Hawaii, beachy, oceanie...you get it. There are various levels from novice to professional.

Our first example is of what TO do. This contestant went the nautical ocean route...beautiful!

The next correct cake follows in the sea sailing way of life with a journey around the world and a very cool world at that.

One more pretty one and then it's on with the real reason for this post...the not so pretty ones. :) This one was not following the theme and I don't know why, but don't really care cause it is crazy cool. It was 4 sided and was hand painted...talented people make me sick...but I like to look at their work!

And now ladies and gentlemen...for your viewing pleasure, I have a few "interesting" cake designs for us to discuss.

Round 1. Mermaids. Pretty ones. Ones whose behinds are disturbingly disproportionate and kinda remind me of weeble wobbles. And playboy mermaids that are just plain disturbing. The following photo may be unacceptable for younger audiences...view discretion is advised.

As an event planner, I do about 30-35 wedding receptions a year. I have seen boring cakes, cakes that are growing warts, bleeding cakes, melting cakes, cupcake cakes and others I wish not to mention. So when we came across the following cake in the wedding tiered cake division I was impressed. Until I looked at the lower portion. To which my friend says..."are those poops on a wedding cake?" I think they are pine cones, but even so...is that much better than poops?

Our next little gem was registered under the Novelty Cakes category. Here's the thing with this cake...execution is actually impressive. My issue...why is there a weenie dog & a shoe, a high heel shoe, on a cake. Am I missing the connection here people? As I was standing in front of the display trying my hardest to figure out what was the meaning of this cake...I hear..."Go...move...that dog staring at me and freaking me out." Oh dear friend...you crack me up. But alas, she was right...time to move on.

The friend who joined me on this field trip is who introduced me to blogs and blogging and for her I owe my first born. She lead me to http://www.cakewrecks.com/

It is here that I discovered the Naked Mohawk-Baby Carrot Jockeys. What is a Naked Mohawk-Baby Carrot Jockey you ask...see for yourself...have a laugh.

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/06/naked-mohawk-baby-carrot-jockeys.html

My sister & my friends...let this be a request...when that day finally comes that I get to have a baby and a baby shower is planned...Please refrain from the naked Mohawk baby carrot jockey cake...please.

Now that you are familiar with this tasty bit of blogging history...I introduce you to the Semi-Naked Mohawk Middle-Aged Baby Carrot Jockey Cake.

Only at the Tulsa Faux-State Fair people. I love it!

And now I will conclude this post with 2 dedications.

1. To our dear friend Dubbs. She spent the last year+ on Laungiland. Her favorite retreat was a beach with a light house. On our visit last November Dubbs took us there and I must say...most peaceful place I've ever been. So during our field trip to the Tulsa Faux-State Fair, Dubbs...we found you wedding cake. Now...we need a groom!

2. To my niece who LOVES the move it move it show, a.k.a. Madagascar I & II. I know this guy is from the second movie...but don't know his name...but Ella, this is for you.

So until next week...signing off from The Tulsa Faux-State Fair!

Happiness Is...

When I was of a younger age, I had this book called Happiness is a Warm Puppy. It was a faux book if you will as it was a 4" square and only 10-15 pages. The story was about Snoopy and how no matter what crapiness was going on (pretty sure they didn't use crapiness in a children's book, but whatever) a warm puppy makes it all better. Truer words have never been spoken!

This is my warm puppy, Ruby:

The eyes just kill me...so does the breath!

Anyway, yesterday I couldn't get myself to concentrate and focus at work to save my life. For 8 hours I kept busy and did nothing. I went home last night, made dinner & ate it with my Husband (which is an accomplishment considering we are still in season...yeah golf), played with my warm puppy, started the cleaning process on the house, took in the premier of Grey's Anatomy. With the jock jams soundtrack playing in my head this morning...I was determined that today was going to be a better, more productive day. Off I go...out the door early which means:

Happiness in the form of a Starbucks, non-fat peppermint mocha! Wahoo! (I once saw a former co-worker/boss/volunteer man at Starbucks. He is 75-85 depending on who you ask. He kindly offered to buy my drink and if you knew him you would understand there is no point in protesting as he WILL get his way...just save yourself the time and say thank you. He ordered his black coffee and I ordered the above drink. He slowly turned to me and said "Are you getting coffee or dessert?" Ouch. What better way then to start you day with dessert? Really.)

Anyway, back to the day at hand. As I am waiting for my chocolate happiness in a cup, I look out the window and see this:

A smile burst across my face just as my name was called for my Chocolatey goodness. So you see boys and girls...always listen to Snoopy...cause happiness is a warm puppy...and a warm cup of chocolatey goodness. So here's to hoping today is more productive than the day previous. Happy Friday and a warm puppy to all!

The S Word

Last month, prompted by the Tour de France, my husband and I bought bikes, bicycles. I was a little hesitant to spend that much on a piece of "exercise equipment" as I am not much of an exercise fan, however I have been pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoy it. Now, I must get something straight that previous to purchasing the bikes I was unaware of. There are bike riders and there are cyclists.

Bike Riders...own a bike. Have a helmet. Enjoy an hour (10-15 mile) ride. Wear an ipod while riding. Wear tennis shoes, gym shorts and a t-shirt while riding. Overall an enjoyable experience.

Cyclists...cherish their bike like it is something they bore from their womb. Have a helmet, sunglasses and gloves that could withstand a nuclear explosion. Ride EVERY day...wind, rain, sleet, monsoon. Ride 100+ miles EVERY day, just for fun. DON'T wear an ipod while riding...it detracts from the focus. Wears padded spandex, special shirts with aerodynamic tendencies and pockets in the back to hold your worldly possessions & clip in shoes that are basically bolted to the petal. Overall this is a different breed.

We are bike riders.

So we did rather well, going 3 times a week for about the first month. The last two weeks have been sans bike rides as my husband was preparing for a major tournament at his course and I have an extreme ability to convince myself I have other things to do. Anywho, yesterday was our first day back on the bikes...thank God! So off we go to the river for a nice ride. I of course notify my husband that this will be easy...NOT 12 miles as fast as we can as it has been 2 weeks and my body reverts to it's former glory very quickly. Start off, feeling good, great playlist working in my ears with my new "skull candy" head phones (which I very highly recommend). About mile 4.5 as I am pedaling along to Amy Winehouse's Rehab...I spot it...just as the chorus of "no, no, no" blares in my ears.

About 10 inches long...black...slithering...AUGHHH! THE S WORD. Oh dear Lord...I am getting the heebie geebies just typing about it.

I have an immense fear of the S word. I don't know why. Nothing ever happened to me as a child concerning these evil things, no major trauma to my knowledge. Maybe it's the fact they brought evil into the Garden of Eden for all the world deal with? Whatever the cause...if you want to get me to stop talking, turn the channel, RUN, leave wherever I am...speaking of, seeing a picture of or God for bid seeing an actual S Word is the way to do it.

Now back to my tale. So my legs went into mach 12 while I was repeating "la la la...no no no" shaking my head...people around probably thought I was having a seizure. So I got to mile 5.5 rather speedy, looked at my husband with big eyes. He was laughing.

Of course, we had to turn around to get back to the car and thus had to return to the scene of the crime. Thankfully, Mr. S Word had gone...into the grass, into a hole, run over by a Cyclist...we will never know. So about mile 8 I finally inhaled and finished our lovely ride...sans The S Word.

Mental Exhaustion

I'm such a bad blogger...over a month in between posts...My bad. Now that that is out of the way.

My past month has been filled with multiple (5 I think) wedding receptions (for work, not fun), a trip to Iowa for a family reunion, some house guests and apparently a roller coaster ride. No, I did not get to go to a theme park (however that sounds fun and I need to look into it), my hubby has started his search for a Head Professional job.

Now, first I must start by saying that I have 100% confidence in his abilities and believe that ANY club would be lucky to have him...however, I may be a little biased. Whatever, I'm a wife, I'm supposed to be! AND IT'S TRUE.

So our combined mental state over the past week or so has been very bi-polar if you will. However, the blessing in this is that when he is down I am usually up and vice versa, so I can talk him into confidence when needed and he can help me to simmer and realize that I am a freak of planning and I tend to put the cart before the horse.

This process entails a lot of preparation, late nights of resume and cover letter writing and patience. The first 2 I got in the bag...done it a million times, no problem. The last one...not so much. As my Dad says...."I have the patience of a land mine." So a few things to note:
A) This process could take from 3 months to over a year...it's all about finding the right fit.
B) I am a planner and I can't PLAN anything...it's not in my control and that is driving me nuts. Apparently I am a smidge of a control freak.
C) The idea of a head pro job means a move, a new house, possibly a new job for me, possibly a new state...who knows...did I mention I can't plan this?

Oh, this is going to be interesting.

So the first resume was sent out this afternoon and hopefully many more to come. So if you pray...pray for my patience and my husband's understanding of his planner freak of a wife. If you cross your fingers...cross all 10 and your toes that we land where we should. If you wish, wish upon a star for anything!

The Blue Bird

My mom and aunt recently took on the task (not a little one mind you) of going through my Gram's things (she passed on a few months ago) and passing down where wanted / needed. Among the glass Christmas ornaments, purple glass trinkets, dish towels (enough to clean & dry all the dishes in every cafe, restaurant, bar, pub and hot dog stand in New York City), sheet sets, jewelry, furniture and dog beds was found The Blue Bird. The Blue Bird is a 1967 Robin Egg Blue Style-Mate Standard Zig-Zag Singer Sewing Machine, Model 347.

As mentioned in a previous post, I have recently found myself turning into a domestic...goddess, not so much...diva, goodness I hope not...student. A domestic student...that fits. So mom called and asked if I would want it. Uh...YES PLEASE. I have never sewn before, however I have always wanted to learn. In recent years, our friends have been producing kids like rabbits. So I thought I could learn to make quilts and give me something to do while hubby is working 80 hours a week. So of course I jumped on the offer for The Blue Bird.

It has found a home in my sun room!

So this evening I decided to learn to sew...duh duh duhhhhhhhhhh.

No blood was drawn, no cursing uttered and no animals were harmed in the sewing expedition. However, I did do this:

I know...it's just two things of fabric sewn together...but hey, they weren't attached when I started. So in my book...it was a success. Thanks Gram!