I’m sitting here watching my daughter, Stacy, and her wacky friend, Dorothy, bake a cake. It’s been a disaster. I think the oven was set to “broil.” But wait, that wasn’t the first mistake. I didn’t have vegetable oil, and Stacy couldn’t believe we could use olive oil for a cake. Well, maybe we shouldn’t have. Anyway, Dorothy has a blog already, (check out dessertobsessed.wordpress.com) and it’s all about cooking. No, baking, she just corrected me. And while we were burning our chocolate-olive concoction, I began telling the girls how I was reading about these people who travel in their RV and write about where they visit, and they make money from the ads on their blog page. OK, so I’m several years late figuring all this out.
Dorothy showed me her blog, and now, here I am, blogging myself. But what do I have to blog about? What am I good at? After we got past the word “nothing,” and several laughs, I decided I was pretty good at parenting. I have two daughters at UCLA, and a son who is a successful attorney. I have one granddaughter, and a second grandchild due any day. (No, silly, not my daughters, my son and his terrific wife). Therefore, I’ll blog about family, which includes the Episcopal Church, and high school teaching (that’s what I do when it’s not Spring Break.)
Where did we get the name Stacy’s Mom? Well, Stacy is sitting here, and my other daughter is in Washington DC, and there’s no song called “Amanda’s Mom,” hence…
By the way, the cake is done, it looks like two mountain tops with lava flowing freely. We got three forks, and opened a can of frosting. We ate the puffy tops, and put the cake together. It looks pretty amateurish, but Dorothy has another talent, she can photograph food and make it look delish. (see Dorothy’s blog sometime when she returns to UCLA, where her cord can connect her camera to the computer, and she’ll show you.) Maybe she’ll call it the disaster cake. Hopefully she’ll send her readers to my blog. Then we can both become millionaires and retire young.
