Archive for December, 1969

Recipe- Boston Cream Cupcakes

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

My kitchen looks like the grocery baking aisle regurgitated on my counters. I got a wild hair to do some baking today, and what I originally intended on being a quick, tasty project turned into a major undertaking. Fortunately for yall, I was feeling camera happy all the while, and have photo documentation of how [...]

Weight loss by threat of public shame

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

Getting to the gym after the wedding has been difficult to say the least. I have a new understanding of those who "let themselves go" after they're married… It's not that I don't care, it's just that I don't have any big, ominous date looming over my head threatening me with phrases like "ITS YOUR [...]

Recipe- Cherry Cheesecake Cupcakes

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

52cupcakes got my foodie-juices flowing yet again, when they featured a cheesecake cupcake recipe from Martha Stewart. I was a little deflated to see such a complicated recipe, seeing as how I lack a culinary degree OR any large amount of patience (not to mention $$$), so I went in search of an alternative. CookingForEngineers.com [...]

I guess it's REALLY official now

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

I'll have to admit, it was fairly odd filling out the name change paperwork at the Social Security office. It almost felt like I was abandoning my identity and forsaking my family, which for the first time made me realize why some women opt to keep their names after marriage. It was a fleeting thought, [...]

Recipe- OMG EMERGENCY CUPCAKES!

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

I know the words 'emergency' and 'cupcake' are two words rarely used in the same sentence. Hell, I'd venture to say that they're not often used in the same paragraph. What about these little cups of blissful cakey goodness could be urgent in nature? One thing about being a superwife, is the desire to be [...]

Frightening glimpse of things to come…

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

Sometimes little things make me think fearfully of the times when Ben will inevitably toss our infant children three feet over his head just to hear them laugh. I, of course, will be writhing in terror thinking of my delicate baby splatting to the ground after a nine foot plummet and Ben getting the 'I [...]

Abandoning my roots

Wednesday, December 31st, 1969

Flash backwards about ten years. I'm sitting on my parent's couch while my uncle giving me my first tattoo, a skill he picked up in prison. My hair was probably hot pink at the time (or orange, or purple) and my skateboard was sitting by the door. [insert 90's grunge band] was playing on the [...]

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