4 posts tagged “cupcake”
If you noticed it was a little bit chilly this past Sunday it wasn't because of Global Warming. It was not the icy breath of Jesus on your neck because, once again, you sat in bed eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch in bed instead of going to church.
It was because Hell froze over a little bit because I BAKED. Yes. Tis true. After a year and and 17 days of me being CupCate (dot vox dot com) I have just NOW gathered up the courage to bake.
All that swirling got really stressful, so I had to make a drink.
Aaaaaaand we're back!
I really don't even know where to start...
We just got back yesterday, we're super jet lagged, but it's all good...because instead of relaxing and sleeping in, we're back at work and trying to find a place to live as we're basically getting kicked out of our flat on April 30th.
Woooo!
The BayVox meet-up was probably one of the coolest nights of my life...
Honestly.
I got to meet a ton of my Vox Homies, drank Cosmos, sang Karaoke, and even received THREE glorious bottles of Vox Vodka.
Best. Night. Ever.
Instead of me trying to chronologically explain to you how busy, fun, drunk, and memorable our wedding reception and trip back to the 916 was...
I'll just show you...
Out of the 706 photographs we combined from most of our family members, these are our favorites....
Vox! There you are!
This is me, posting for the sake of letting everyone know that I haven't committed homicide, genocide, or any of the other scarier 'cide's ...
I've been playing grown-up and going into a real live office every morning, and sitting at a real live desk, and printing documents and highlighting things on Post-Its and sticking them on my monitor so I seem like I'm important and have things I need to remember.
I also do this thing where I'll let out an exaggerated sigh, pound down on the ENTER key multiple times, and mumble a few, "Oh for fuck sake"s under my breath so I sound like I have real adult office-y type problems that I need to be frustrated about.
....And then I take a 2 hour lunch break and come back stinking of Pub.
In all seriousness, I actually have been quite busy drinking
lately. So busy, in fact, that I feel guilty and lay awake at night
thinking of all incredibly small number of times I've clicked the "View
Entire Neighborhood" link or responded to emails, and start to panic
when I think of the fact that I haven't written anything on here in a
couple of weeks. I do! I really do! And then I have horrific nightmares
where Vox runs off with some other chick with a clever little
pastry-esque inspired name, like Little Debbie or PanCate and they make
hot, sweaty, wireless, blog-writing love to each other.
Then, to make matters worse, Vox then marks PanCate as [This is good], and then totally removes me from their neighborhood...which then forces me to sign up with Xanga or Blogger and well...I wake up screaming and Iain has to go find me my Vox Tshirt to hold for the rest of the night, just so I can sleep...
Really, I'm not deserting you, my love. You are my little slice of online heaven! My pink, swirly cupcake of Internet fun! Heck, I would even go as far as to say that you, Vox, are my Absolut Raspberry Dream of the Blogging Kingdom.
Yes. It is true!
We have so much to discuss! We do!
We'll talk! We'll do lunch! I'll pencil you in!
...And if I had a Blackberry I would do some fancy manoeuvre to program our rendezvous in, so that it would remind me that we need to have a chat, and alert me to stop dramatically pressing ENTER, and plastering my desk with Post-Its that say things like "Call Rowlings back about Potter book" and come meet you straight away!
Until then, I'll leave you with a fine piece of pastry plush.
My Drug Cute Dealer, the fabulous Maz, was kind enough to send me a few of the cutest plush goodies I've ever seen in my entire life.
Maz! I heart you, and if I could make an entire room made of Maz goodies (including plush sheets and wallpaper) I totally would.
And so, Vox. I booked us an appointment in my imaginary Blackberry, for one of our regular, long-winded chats.
....Oh and if you suddenly see that PanCate girl blogging around, she'll never be as good to you as I am.
(I hear she only drinks Zima, religiously posts bulletins on Myspace, and doesn't even vote. Is she really the kind of psedo-pastry-drunk-chick you want to have as a 'neighbour, additionally listed as a friend'?...I think not, Vox. I think not!)
I'm not usually such a photo whore, but some things just need sharing, posting, and voxing.
The other morning I received a lovely gift from my fabulous online lover pal LeendaDLL, who not only created this wonderful Tshirt, but was gracious enough to send a couple across the pond for me!
Thank you Leeeeeenda, and MelMega for the suggesting this brilliant idea!
Iain and my Mom teamed up to find me the glorious cupcake slippers from Old Navy. They're perfect for sliding around on hardwood floors to "Sexyback".
I have yet to take them off. I even wear them in the bath.
My sister completely spoiled me, and sent me what I like to call "Carrie Bradshaw Ruby Slippers". I would actually never spend the money or have the balls to buy these for myself, so hats off to my sister for getting me out of my cowboy boots.
These will actually match my wedding dress -which YES I will post a picture of soon- so I guess they'll my "Something New" or perhaps my "Something Shiny".
As far as my "Something Old" goes; if the gigantic zit that I begged Iain to photo shop out of the above pictures festers on my face for a couple more weeks, I suppose that will suffice...
And for the final installment of my photo whore excursion, behold the Anne Taintor-esque masterpiece that the ever handsome Iain concocted.
