more cupcakes...these ones are pink

Today felt like a good day to make cupcakes. I found a recipe for pink champagne cupcakes a while back and had been wanting to give it a go. It is a pretty straight forward recipe so I was not anticipating any issues. I ran out this morning to get the ingredients one of them of course being pink champagne. The store did not have the kind that I wanted so I buy a brand I am unfamiliar with. The recipe only called for 2 cups and I am hoping it is drinkable because I am going to end up to drinking the rest of it. Lucky for me the bottle decided that that would not be necessary. I have opened hundreds of champagne bottles with nary a problem. While in my possession this bottle took a five minute car ride and spent the next two hours sitting on the counter in the kitchen. So I’m a mixin’ and a beatin’ all the cupcake stuff together and I get to the ‘alternately add flour and champagne’ part. I turn and grab the champagne bottle, tear off the foil, and while grasping the neck of the bottle with my left hand I apply pressure to the cork with my right thumb. Now normally this is when the cork comes out with a loud pop and no geyser of bubbly goodness. But today I got that geyser of bubbly goodness…the one that sprays 80% of the kitchen and over the bar into the living room while I yell “SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” and leaves me with just under the 2 cups needed to make these damn cupcakes. Sigh. So after a half hour of clean up I get on with the cupcake baking. They turned out pretty tasty and are a nice shade of pink. I hand colored the sparkly sugar on top…that was a pain in the ass.

GOOSE!

I am not sure how we got on the topic... Husband: There is one animal that is the worst when it gets cornered. Me: Oh yeah... H: Yeah...I think it is the goose. M: A goose? H: Yeah. M: Geese are pretty mean...but I think you could take one down with a swift kick or something. Are you thinking of maybe a mongoose or a badger? H: No. Why are you laughing so hard? M: I am just picturing you getting attacked by a goose.

Elena

This sassy cowgirl is my friend Elena. I met her online as we share a mutual love for poking fun at Jenn...the same way she and Jenn love poking fun at me. It is a vicious circle really. It took a triple dog dare; but I finally got to meet her face to face last time I was in Denver. She is an amazing woman and an amazing writer. She has started a new blog. She also happens to be hilarious so if you are in the mood for something clever I think you should check her out.

old

There is a little boy that lives across the way from us named Antonio. Fiancé has taken to calling him Scooter Dude because every time we see him he is zipping around on one of those razor scooters. Whenever I see him outside I will wave or say hi and in return he ignores me. Now when he sees Fiancé, well that is a different story. Antonio will wave back or give Fiancé that head nod that says “hey what’s up”. They also have this little call and answer whistle game they play (it is cute and annoying all at the came time). I don’t get why this kid will not give me the time of day. When I pointed out the difference in which Antonio responds to us Fiancé says it is because he and Antonio are both Latino and Latinos stick together. Whatever. So the other day I went out to run some errands. Antonio is outside playing with a couple of his little friends and when he sees me walking to my truck he gets all excited and I hear him say “Hey guys you might get to meet my friend I was telling you about”. I smile because I know he is talking about Fiancé. One of his friends asks where he is and Antonio says “I dunno he is usually with that lady” to which the friend asks “Oh...so is that your friend’s mom?” Uhhhhhh…WHAT?!?! I know they are a bunch of six year olds but I could not help but be offended that they thought I was old enough to be Fiancé’s mom. I mean I am a year and a half younger than he is. So I sat there for a second feeling sorry for myself because a couple of little kids basically just called me old. Then I come to the realization that his little friends probably have no idea that Fiancé is an adult. I bet they think that he is Antonio’s age and it is not so far a stretch for me to be the mom of a six year old…or at least that is what I am telling myself.

bitches

10:14pm Melinda: look at us being all passive aggressive 10:14pm Jenn: I am SO proud! we are such bitches! We ARE the bitches we bitch about! 10:16pm Melinda: yes...yes we are

tennis

an exchange while watching a rebroadcast of the Federer/Nadal finals match from last years Wimbledon this morning.

Fiance: Why are they showing this? Where are today's matches?

Me: Maybe there is a rain delay

F: Nadal won this last year right?

M: I think Federer did.

F: NO if this is last year's match NADAL won.

M: Well if you knew that then why the f*ck did you ask me?

Thug Story

Admittedly I don't make it a habit to listen to country music. Boyfriend would be the country music liker in the house. I think that is because he is from Texas and there is some law there that you have to like country music and eat BBQ. Do I have a few country songs in my iPod? Yes. Every once in a while you come across a great song that just happens to be from the country genre; like Lullaby by the Dixie Chicks.

In the last couple of months I have downloaded some songs by Taylor Swift. She sings sweet songs about the things she knows and that are relevant to a girl her age. With all the craziness involving young girls it the spot light, Taylor is actually someone a parent would not mind their daughter looking up to. I caught a Dateline special on her last week and was amazed at how grounded she is for a girl who has attained so much fame. I also like the fact that while being so savvy she also has a sense of humor.

convo with my 13 year old neice

11:05am Melinda
you are lucky you have good genes...
your mom and I do not look as old as we are

11:05am Amarah
yeah- i look older than i am though

11:05am Melinda
so did I when I was younger

11:05am Amarah
a sixteen year old guy was flirty with me

11:05am Melinda
STAY AWAY FROM BOYS

11:05am Amarah
??????????????
why?

11:06am Melinda
I wasted too much time on boys when I was a teenager
I wish I would have paid more attention to my studies

11:06am Amarah
at least i have a 4.0


She appears to have her head screwed on way straighter than I did at her age.

Like Christmas Morning

Boyfriend has been in California for the past two weeks and contact has been very limited. He is coming home today. I liken the anticipation of seeing him to the same feeling a kid gets on Christmas morning before heading down stairs to see what Santa brought. I can't wait!!!

Just because...

...I love it. Chris Isaak = HOT!

Pants

Last night I picked Boyfriend up from the airport and the first words out of my mouth when we walked in the house were "I have got to get out of these pants". Boyfriend just laughed and said "I was wondering how long it would take you". This is something he has gotten used to. The first three months that we lived here I worked from home and did not have many occasions where I have had to wear pants or jeans. That is not to say that I am wandering around the house pant-less, because I do wear pants, they are just of the yoga persuasion. I would have to say that they are about the most comfortable things on earth. If I could go through the rest of my life wearing no other pants than yoga pants, I would. Now that I am unemployed I have no reason to wear pants EVER! On the rare occasions that we go out to dinner or meet up with friends I do begrudgingly put on my favorite pair of jeans. While out I find myself repeatedly thinking about how once we get home I will get to slide out of these rough and confining jeans and into my comfy ol' yoga pants. Sometimes the thought of them gets so overwhelming that I want to cut the evening short just to get home to them. Sometime soon the day will come that I am going to be back in the workplace wearing a pair of khakis. All though necessary, I rue that day. My addiction to my yoga pants is quite crippling. I know it is not a healthy relationship we have, but it is one I am going to hold onto as long as I can.

get a job

So this is what, my third post for the month? I would have written more, but I was not sure that anyone would want to read about me feeling sorry for myself. Since moving up here March has been the hardest month for me so far. I found out two weeks ago that my contract work would be coming to an end leaving me unemployed. UNEMPLOYED. I have never been unemployed. I have always ended a job on a Friday and a new job the following Monday. I am trying to play the cool customer about the not having a job situation, while inside I am a fucking mess. Boyfriend saw the cracks and has witnessed me break. He is sweet and tries to reassure me that everything is going to work out. That may be, but in my head I don't quite believe it. I am freaked out. The thing I don't get is how the cost of living up here is so much more than it was in Colorado yet most jobs up here do not reflect that in the pay. I have looked into several jobs that start at half of what I am making now. I don't know how people are making ends meet. I have had several friends tell me to take advantage of this time to find out what it is I really want to do. At this point I just want to be able to pay my bills. But if you hear of any photographer cowgirl jobs send them my way...I would like to apply.

Portrait

This is a picture my friend Jenn's youngest daughter Gabe drew of me. If this is what I look like to children it is no wonder babies cry when I hold them.

Because I have the mind of a 14 year old boy

This commercial kills me. Come on...with a name like NANNERPUSS... I am not thinking about pancakes.

home towns

I was born in the Windy City. Grew up in the Mile High City. I now live in the Emerald City. I think I see a pattern here...

you can decide who is which

There is Starsky and Hutch, Salt and Peppa, Batman and Robin, Peaches and Herb, BJ and the Bear...and now there is Beans and Rice. That is what Boyfriend has taken to calling us as a couple. I dunno...I kinda like it.

a coincidence?

I have met three people in Washington so far...and all of them are from Colorado. A coincidence...I don't think so.

5 meaningless sentances

I still don't think the fact that I am moving half way across the country in 5 days has fully sunk in. When asked if i am excited about the move I just shrug my shoulders and make this face that expresses excitement and sheer terror. I am totally game for this move...I just can't seem to get my mind around it. I can't get my mind around anything. Complete thoughts are totally escaping me. If you want to have a conversation that makes no sense and goes nowhere...well then I am your girl.

11 days and counting...

So because I am lazy I have so much still to do before I leave on January second. This week is going to suck. I am taking my truck in to have the clutch looked at tomorrow morning. The throw-out bearing has been whining for months. So instead of getting it taken care of months ago I waited until the week of Christmas. I don't know what I am going to do with out a vehicle this week. (stupid on my part...but still sucks) I still have to pack up the little that I still have here but laziness is too crippling right now. (again stupid and sucky) I am supposed to meet Liza for drinks tomorrow. (that does not suck) I only have to work three days this and next week which is good...but it is also the end of month/year...so the short weeks makes what I have to get done by the end of the year impossible. (that sucks) Boyfriend is coming home on Christmas day. (WOOHOO) I have yet to buy even on Christmas present. (Major Suck) I am pretty much not in the mood for Christmas at all this year. I just want these holidays and the next 11 days to go by as quickly as possible. This move has been drawn out to long and I am just ready to get up to Seattle and get the ball rolling there.

sick

I have been sick for going on two weeks now. I am tired of it.