I, worry, WE wonNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

Yeah.

We are all being incredibly lazy and laid back in the G5 & Pets household at the moment.  Late nights, late morning and eating whatever takes the least amount of effort.  Happy days. 

Anyway, I got up and came downstairs on Monday, 30th December, with thoughts of ringing my mate and caterwauling Happy Birthday down the phone to her only . .  I got sidetracked.  There on the floor was a copy of Cake Masters magazine.  I don't buy Cake Masters magazine.  

This. Could.  Only.  Mean.  One.  Thing.

I flicked through it hurriedly.  First from the back and then from the front and . .  HOLY FUCK!!!  There we were!  Page 45.  Under the title "Best Collaboration 2013",  The Cake Queens.

I ran around the kitchen screaming and jumping up and down and screaming some more before haring it upstairs to the kids and Darren SCREAMING "I, sorry, WE WON WE WON WE WON WE WON!!!!"

Showed Darren the page and ran back downstairs trying to ring Geraldine to tell her the great news.  

She didn't answer the phone right away so I continued to flick pages.

Bad idea. 

There on page 47, also under the title best collaboration 2013 was another collab.  This one had "Cake Masters Magazine Winner" written over the other heading.  

I stopped trying to get through to Ger.

Arse.

The true winners were Starry Night.  Not us.  Them.  Not me.

Oh Jesus, but morto!!!

I heard Darren coming down the stairs so I hid the magazine.

I think I blushed for about 2 days.  The lovely Janette, one of our 50 cake queens, posted today that we had come in the top three so I felt it was time to come clean. 

Just told Darren there too, he can't stop laughing.  Dammit, me and my competitive streak, cackle.

Yes.  We came in the top three of the world's best cake collaborations 2013 and I am thrilled (still looking a bit pink about the gills though)with us.  We are 50 cake makers who made something wonderful and whooohooooo for us.

Congratulations girls and Philip.  We rocked it.

p.s. I still think ours was the best xxxx

Best Trier, sure isn't everyone a winner?!

You remember how schools got all PC and every kid had to win something because 'everyone is a winner'?  I have never, EVER, agreed with that.  You don't take part in something to come second, third or last you take part because you want to win, right?  That's what competition is.  That's what we tell the lads anyway.  Oh, and what's the point in trying to win if everyone else, including the fat kid with the wonky ankle gets a medal and she barely finished the fucking race due to an asthma attack.  

Aaaaaaaaaaagh.

I am the fat kid with the wonky ankle and the asthma attack.  Seriously, I was laughing so hard at the end of tonight I couldn't catch my breath. 

I'm a member of a sugar craft guild and tonight I entered my SECOND competition with them.  The first one was at Christmas where I entered a Mrs. Claus cake.  A Mrs. Claus cake with a list as long as your arm hanging out of her pocket and a bottle of wine hidden behind her back and an ACTUAL HANGING FUCKING SANTA decoration dangling from her hand.  Yup, I entered and won . . . NOTHING.  Not bitter, no, not me.  Well, not much anyway.  

I am pissed off tonight though.  

Tonight I did win in the Guild competition.  The theme was summertime and I made the cake that you can see up there, see?  Top of the post.  Yup, a cake with sugar bunting and a bloody crab, instead of Santa ornament, hanging off said bunting.  I made sand, that looked like sand and not like crushed biscuit.  I made water that looks like water (AI, I took heed of your advice you see and made an Irish sea as opposed to my favoured Mediterranean sea).and I won a voucher for €40.  

Whoohooo, you'd think, right?  WRONG!  Everyone won!  There were only four fecking entries so the committee decided everyone is a winner and we should all get something nice.  

I.  Am.  The.  Best.  Trier.  

I wanna be the best caker.  I just want to win something, based on votes, because people fucking like it not because everyone is a sodding winner.

Bollox.

I am an idiot, I know.  I won something.  I should be happy but I want to win because I'm good not because I'm the fat kid with the wonky ankle and asthma and, sure, everyone is a winner.  

Meh.