My daughter never ceases to amaze me. Not only is she perfectly adorable and a borderline genius (I'm biased, wanna make something of it?) but she is also hands down one of the funniest people ever. That includes many adults I know.
I could watch her walk around for hours, talking to herself, laughing at nothing, finding joy in the smallest things. It's hysterical. She's a live action sitcom.
She also finds the most random things. One minute she was playing in the living room and the next she was walking out of her bedroom with an empty paper towel tube and a pacifier I've never seen before, and I buy the damn things. WHERE did it come from? Where does a one year old get an empty paper towel tube and where does she hide it in her room? It's like there's a little door I know nothing about and every once in awhile she reaches in and pulls out something and says to herself "I think I'll show this to mom just to freak her out". It works. Every time.

So, last weekend I tried my hand at some cake balls. A recipe I found on this blog. It was my friend's bday and us ladies were going out for a nice dinner and lots of drinks. I wanted to make something that would be easy to eat and not too messy.
I made red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting balls and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting balls as well.
The chocolate balls came out very nice. Red velvet was a little more difficult to deal with for some reason and I ended up giving up about halfway through and not making as many. I didn't have a lot of time and they were being a pain in the ass. I took pictures of the process but not the finished project so I'm not even going to bother posting any.
I would probably make them again but it's not something I'd do on a regular basis. They're messy and take too much time. I'm not a patient woman.

And while I'm on a blogging roll, let me complain about something. I think mini skirts with Uggs looks ridiculous. Why are you wearing snow boots with a short skirt when it's 90 degrees outside? I don't get it. Logically, it's stupid and it's not very cute either so I can't even accuse it as a fashion statement

I hear wedding bells

I had been struggle with something lately.

A friend of mine got married last night. Now I love weddings and normally this would be a happy occassion that I would be all too happy to participate in. But these circumstances are a little different. Without getting into a long story, or airing all of my friends dirty laundry, I will simply say this guy is not a good catch. They have been on again/off again for over a decade. They have 2 children together but he has not been a good provider. I think he is a lazy piece of shit that has completely taken advantage of her. And sadly she is at a point in her life where she feels she can't do any better. She's had a lifetime of bad relationships and perhaps she's at the end of her rope thinking this is the only guy that will have her. I happen to think she's magnificent.

When she told me she was getting married I was a little shocked. Last I had heard these two were on the rocks, yet again. But, I knew it didn't matter what I had to say. She was going to do whatever she wanted to. That's just her personality.

The wedding was on. Then off. Then on. Then off. Honestly, as of a few days ago I didn't even know if there was going to be a wedding.

My struggle was I didn't know whether or not to go. I don't support this marriage. I think it is a huge mistake. I think this guy is a slug. He's a slacker who has paid little to no child support, has no job, no prospects and has said some pretty nasty things to the mother of his children over the years. I think this wedding is one of desperation. A final resort. She's settling and I hate that.

Could I really sit there and watch her throw her life away on a man who doesn't deserve her? Could I sit quietly while they promised to love and honor eachother forever? Was it more important to show my friend I love her than it was for me to make a point about my distaste for this whole thing?

In the end friendship won. I hope it works out because I love her and want her to be happy. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. I'll be ready to wipe the tears should she need me to.

On another note I crept into the world of crafting for this wedding. She gave several people old carafes to turn into centerpieces for her tables. This is so not my thing. I wish it was. I look at pictures and think I can do it and once it comes time to carrying it out my "creations" end up looking like a bunch of crap shoved into a container.




Her colors were lavender, gold and cream and everyone was encouraged to make their own design.

This one was not my favorite...I was inspired by some simple flower centerpieces online. Filled with water it looks a lot better.








This one I liked a lot more. I wish I would have taken a pic of the finished project because I changed it a little bit. Filled the container all the way with lavender, gold and clear dragon's tears.

Please allow myself to introduce....myself

What's this blog thing all about? Voyeurism? Narcissism? Boredom? I'll have a bite of all three please. In all honesty I have been cyber stalking a few blogs and decided to get out from the shadows and start sharing my inner most thoughts and mundane daily details with complete strangers. We'll see where it goes because right now I have no real "theme". It's just me, sitting here, aimlessly typing out my verbal diarrhea.

A little about me for those who care. I'm 27, wife to a fantastic husband for 2 years, mother to the most perfect 1 year old girl on the planet. I'm not biased. I'm pretty sure it's been scientifically proven. I live in Overland Park, KS (a suburb of Kansas City for those who aren't local) and work in a Neurosurgical practice. I'm a pretty simple person. I don't do anything awe inspiring with my time. I get up, go to work, come home, hang out with my family, go to bed, wash, rinse, repeat. But I love my life. Never thought I would love something so seemingly uneventful and simple but I totally do. Besides, every day is an adventure when you're a mother. Every day holds something different.

I am very outspoken. I often don't think before I speak. You either love that or hate that. I can be judgmental though I do make an effort not to be. I'm outgoing and I happen to think I'm pretty damn funny too. As long as I can make myself laugh, right? I have very little shame. I'm that annoying person in the grocery store that starts singing the cheesy songs they play overhead. And I sing them loud...and I never know the lyrics.

I absolutely can NOT cook, good thing my husband can. But I can bake a mean cupcake and I happen to think cupcakes can solve all of the world's problems. Let's face it, you can't be pissed off at someone if they give you a delicious cupcake. What are you going to do, bombs someone after they just handed over chocolately, cakey goodness? No. That's that poor manners.

So, that's me, sort of.