Like most bloggers, I’ve got a short attention span. It’s who I am, and I’ve stopped trying to fight it. Seldom is there an issue with my inability to pay attention, but when there is an issue. Well, it’s a big issue.
Fire is a problem.
Yesterday I started a fire in the fireplace. It’s been 37-40 degrees here in the mornings, and I wanted a cozy fire. But then I forgot about my magazine. So I ended up with this:
Yes, I realize that it takes a special woman to get the hearth to burn. I’ll own that, but really the kids? Rats, both of them. They sat at the dinner table with my husband regaling him with stories of plants I’d set on fire, and the reminding him of the time that I’d set the grill on fire. Apparently, I’d neglected to mention to him that I’d set the ficus ablaze, that the fire department had come, and that I’d maybe bribed the kids with ice cream.
Please do not ask me how. Just know that it’s been years since I’ve been allowed to turn on the grill, I have a relationship with the fire department that neither of us enjoy and that my husband still doesn’t really understand just how bad the burning bush in the yard was. Don’t tell him, we’ll keep it our secret.
Last night I was at another party and imagine my surprise this morning when I saw this over the hearth.
I’d punish those two little stinkers if they weren’t so entertaining.
Last night I went to a super fun party at Lucky Strike. Deca had their holiday party and can I just tell you that is a good looking group.
Anytime I’m with Rebecca I’m happy, Katie and Gina are great and I met some new folks too. Katie was telling me that she was there for the births of both of Kim Prince’s boys. I was screeching, I cannot imagine witnessing childbirth on purpose. If there had been a way for me to stay home, I would have.
Mostly though, there were cupcakes. Chef David Lawrence (who I was too shy to introduce myself to) made cupcakes that were mind blowing. Let me tell you a little bit about me and food. I don’t love overly sweet desserts. I don’t think that cupcakes are the cutest thing in the world, and I’d shoot myself before I’d wait in line for them at one of these ridiculous cupcake bake shops. Unless Chef Dave made them. They were that good.
Last night’s cupcakes were a chocolate cake that actually tasted like chocolate (not just sweet) they were dense but not heavy, springy but not soggy, and they sat on a layer of graham cracker crust (I’m assuming it’s graham crackers and butter crust like I make?). The cupcakes were then topped off with a marshmallow frosting that was shockingly good.
Party = great
Cupcakes = life changing event
Dave, would you please post a video so I can make these? If anyone has a picture of the cupcakes, can you share it with me?
Here’s the deal. Mom, Dad, Brother… y’all keep emailing me asking what the kids want, and the reality is that there’s very little they’re itching for. We have a list, it’s short. I’m publishing it here and then when you decide you want to buy them something let everyone else know please. I don’t need my kid to have 3 pair of the same shoes.
Jane’s List:
Converse up to the knee high tops in size 7. (yes, I know, they are just as hideous as they sound) I can’t find a link to them anywhere but they have them at the mall near my house, on the lower level in the shoe store that looks like no adult ever entered. She would like them in black please.
Anything Twilight. Please be on the skank alert. It gets bad.. quick.
Bozo the Clown blow up. It’s available at Big Kid Toys.
I, of course, would love for them to get gift cards to Barnes and Noble, I’d love it even more if you took them there. Or to Vromans. Every child should have a day at Vromans.
Yoga was weird, too many Ohms and really dirty blocks and blankets. Probably I’m more Pilates than Yoga.
I picked the kids up from school today and Alexander put his arm around my waist. In public. In front of his friends. His head hit my side and we walked together to the car.
for PlayStation 3
(to share) for Playstation 3
