Cupcakes and a Little Sorrow...

I recently returned from a trip to Dallas. I spent 10 days in the suffocating heat, and if it wasn't for the cupcakes I may have withered up and died.
Sprinkle Cupcakes are the BEST sweet to pass by my lips EVER!!! I am NOT telling a lie!!! If you get a chance to visit one of their brillant little shops, eat the red velvet one, it is the BEST!

 I ate 4 while there and brought back 6 on the airplane for my family. I had at least 6 people ask me if I would sell them one of my cupcakes. (I wonder if their main ingredient is crack..lol!!) They really are that good!

I need to write down this next little tale. It is not a happy story but one that keeps replaying over and over again in my mind. I am hoping that putting words to it will make it somehow easier to move on. I will shorten the tale and spare the details. I happened to witness a woman in the grasps of extreme pain, uncontrolled emotion and amputee type loss. I was in a furniture store in Texas when I watched a woman go through a terribly private moment. She had just been told of a loss, a loss of her teenage child. Words are all I can use to describe the amount of emotion and energy I witnessed... animal, guttural, drowning... by the time help had arrived a coworker had her in clutches screaming "Gidget I Love You", over and over and over... I will never forget her name, her face or the moment we stood trying to help a beautiful woman start to breathe again.
I took something away from that moment, and learned something about myself too. I find myself saying words to the sky that include her name.

*changing subject on purpose now*

Well, I hear in a neighboring city there is a new cupcake shop open... guess who is going to go find out if they are any good???

Cutsie Cakes in Layton Utah

Saddle Bags and Bingo Wings!

OMG I am an APPLE! Don't get me wrong, I love a crisp cold apple but as a body type it sucks! I am a runner- 3.5 miles 4 or 5 times a week, and according to WEBMD.COM I am an apple!!!! AN APPLE!!!(Yes I am yelling!!) Now I personally can't visualize an apple in a pair of knee high, black, sexy boots, but none the less I am still on a quest to find a pair that I will be able to squeeze my runners calves into. Not that I ever go anywhere mind you,  but  maybe my chickens would appreciate a little mix up in my fashion attire, (lord knows they must be sick to death of nightgowns and sweats.) I think I will just have to think of myself as a passion fruit, not an apple, maybe even a pomegranate or an extra large strawberry. A strawberry can be sexy!.  We give parts of our bodies such descriptive names: saddle bags, thunder thighs, bingo wings, muffin tops, flabjacks, pound cakes, cankles... how nice we are to ourselves.