So, I'm sorry I don't get on here very often, it's sad really, because I would love to communicate my accomplishments and tips and stories with the world, but dialup sucks. So we're just going to have to deal with what we have.

I'm going to be kind of out of commission for a while in the baking world. Unfortunately I dislocated my knee last Tuesday (Boo Hoo). So here's the story:

Tuesday I was on a trip to Ottawa with my school, which my cousin was also on. It was SO hot out that day we had this brilliant idea to come back to my place and go for a swim. At first I figrued we'd drive to his place then drive my car back home, then I changed my mind and told him to bring his jeep because we could then go to a set of waterfalls that are behind my house (first mistake).

So when we got back to school I threw all my stuff in my boiling car and picked up my sister from my uncles house, at which point we went home and thought "hmm, going all the way back to the falls would be nice, but we have a pool right in front of us, lets just swim there." Then my little cousins showed up. As much as I love them, and I love swimming, I don't exactly love swimming with them.... So climbed into the back of Mitchell's loud, bumpy jeep (cuz Becca had to have the front seat, which by the way is terribly difficult to get in and out of because the seats don't move enough and you have to climb around things) (did I mention it's a two-door?) and headed back on Colby Lk Rd to the falls (second mistake).

The falls were great, we went swimming, but then the bugs got bad so we thought it was time to go home. Becca still insisted that I sit in the back, so I didn't argue (third mistake). We followed the bumpy trail back to the house, where we parked in the back by the pool (thank god). Mitchell and Becca both got out of the Jeep no problem, I on the other hand was a different story. Rebecca closed her door, so I leaned into the front seat to open it. Stepped between the two front seats, and in front of the passenger seat, put my foot down, shifted my weight onto my right foot and...... POP.

My leg buckled out from underneath me. Looking down at the oddly-shaped somewhat-there kneecap the only thing I could think to do though the pain and trying to get the pressure off my foot was SCREAM. And I screamed, oh boy did I scream. Mom instinctively came running (her motherly instincts kicked in, she new that wasn't the scream of a bug bite...) Dad just said "what the hell happened now?" On their way over to see what happened I yelled at them "Mom, Dad, I dislocated my knee." Well that started the running, Dad automatically tried to move me out of the Jeep, with Mom yelling at him "Do. Not. Move. Her." Him and Mitchell both lifted me up a little so I could at least sit in the front seat, rather than stand half way between the back and front.

Mom called the ambulance and told aunt Elise to guide them down the back entry. So here's me, trying to look around, but everythings purple, I'm sweating, crying, shaking and blacking out. Becca got me a glass of water and ice, which I drank and took the ice and rubbed it all over my face, trying to get my sight back. After what seemed like eternity the ambulance arrived. This is where it got super fun.

Trying to get me out of the Jeep was a trick and a half... not only would I not let anyone touch me, moving myself was just plain painful. So they stuck that blue board thing with a sheet over it under my ass and said "Cassy, if you could just get your legs out of the Jeep, that'd be great, then we could slide you onto the stretcher." Now, saying that is one thing, doing it is something else entirely. If you've ever dislocated your patella, you'd know that it is one of the single most painful things in the world, if you havn't, well, let me put it this way, if you could imagine taking your bare bone, and sliding it accross pavement, that was kind of what it was like, except, it was that kind of pain with every single movement I made. Needless to say, I didn't want to move.

Eventually I got onto the stretcher, and into the ambulance. Joining me in the ambulance was mom (she sat in the front) while two other paramedics sat with me and watched my blood pressure, and heartbeat. (I still have an X on my foot marking where you can find my pulse.) The ride was a bumpy one, which wasn't exactly fun. Pembroke roads were not made for ambulances. After that moving me was fairly easy, they brought me into the hospital room and put a slippery white board underneath me (hahaha, ya, I lied, moving me from the stretcher to the board hurt....), and just slid the board everywhere that I needed to go.

It was forever until someone came to give me drugs, the drug of choice...... Demerol, just so you know Demerol sucks. All that it does is make you EXTRA sleepy.... it does absolutely nothing for the pain. They gave that to me so I would happily go into X-ray.... The first thing I said to the very nice X-ray technician? "Don't move my leg." So I gave him a hard time, I think he forgave me though, cuz I was in a LOT of pain. He didn't move me, he took the X-rays from angles that involved not moving my leg... which was hard, but he did it. (By the way, my leg was bent on just a little more than a 90 degree angle)

After the X-rays it seemed like forever before I saw the Doctor. He told me they were going to give me a drug that would take away the pain and make me really really tired. Which they did, but not before screwing up the I.V. The drugs were JUST beginning to kick in when Dr. Hing walked in and said "Alrighty, so we're going to just touch it...." And the screaming began, I did not want him touching my leg, but he did anyway, and the screaming proceeded, but only until it put it back in place and I passed out. A few minutes later I woke up to my father beside me, and James stroking my head. (In between that, I sort of felt the X-ray technician taking another X-ray with a portable machine (by the way, why couldn't we use that the first time?) and boards being placed under my leg.

So I'm in a leg brace for a month (YAY) and will soon be going to see my Family Doctor, who will hopefully send me to an orthopedist or some other specialist who will FINALLY be able to tell me what the heck is up with my knees, because this is just plain rediculous, knee pain all these years and doctors don't believe it's that bad.

Mom and Dad are getting me a pool membership for my graduation present now, since I can't do any hard-core exercise but need to keep my weight under control in order to keep this from happening again. Grad will probably be an absolute blast with this thing on my leg, as well as Prom, but what can you do?

Thanks for letting me share my story with you, it was an eventful week,

Cassy

So today in Baking class we had a special guest. A cake decorator from a local bakery came in and tought us how to decorate cakes. I already knew a lot of the stuff he showed us, but learned a lot too! :D

I'm not quite sure what i'm going to do for my first cake, but I already have the second one finished. It was a small plain white cake, with pink and yellow flowers on top to the side. It read "Happy Birthday Cassy" (just to practice the writing). It didn't turn out as well as his, but I still love it. The cake is a little dry (to be honest that's kinda the way I like them....) but other than that, it turned out great. Tomorrow I finish my first cake... what to do what to do, I have to let my creativity explode on this one, while still making it sweet and simple.

As always, I'll try to post some pictures very soon.

X's and O's
-Cassy

Sorry... :(

The downside to dialup internet is...... oh god, who am I kidding? There is nothing but downsides.
I never go on the internet anymore, check my emails from my phone, check facebook from my phone, and anything else I do when I'm in town at our local cafe with wi-fi.

Sadly this hasn't been updated for a while.

I got my first job making a cake for a co-worker. She asked me to make a princess cake for her stepdaughters sixth birthday. It was vanilla with rasperry-lemon filling. I decorated it with pink fondant, a nice sparkly pink bow, edible silver balls, a brown ribbon around the cake, a tiara and a string of pearls. Big letters spelling out the words "Bonne Fete!" cleaned up the cake really well.

It wasn't the best cake I could have possibly made, but I was proud of it, and they all loved it. They ended up bringing it to Boston Pizza and a lady there loved it so much she asked for my phone number for cakes she needs in the future.

Later in the week I was asked to do a wedding cake for a friend of mine next spring. (Still not quite sure about this one, I want it to look professional, if I have enough experience I'll definately do it!)

This month I have 2 cakes to make. One for my grandfathers "funeral" (we're doing a celebration of his life rather than a funeral), and one for my co-workers birthday. Next month I have yet another cake to do for my Aunts birthday. OH THE CAKE MANIA! I can't complain though, because I love it!

I'll eventually post pictures with all of these wonderful cakes on the website, but for now you'll have to suffer with a discription. :D

Ta Ta for now,
Cassy