Shut up and eat your cupcake!

First...have I mentioned I quit smoking? I think I did a few days ago. Anywho, it fucking sucks. Seriously. Don't get me wrong...I know I'm already healthier, but I really want a cigarette. Fortunately, though, have yet to kill or maim anyone. Of course, I haven't really been around the public much, so that's probably helping.


Onto what this post is really about. I have TONS of pipe-dreams. I come  up with these crazy ideas of what I want to do for a living, and then never follow through with them. It happens all of the time. I became a consultant for Tastefully Simple...did anyone buy my shit? Fuck no. I don't think one person on my friends list on Facebook even checked out my site. Fuckers. Now I'll become inactive because I didn't sell enough product.

But one thing I've been wanting to do for some time now is open a cupcake shop. I know that owning a business is a tough job...I also know that owning and running a bakery is even tougher. But I am 100% willing to put everything I have into this. I really really want to do this. My mom laughs when I mention it, and even RD has to roll his eyes occasionally, because he knows what I'm like. I don't follow things through. I'm going to do this, though.

So far, I have a name and some ideas of what kind of cupcakes to make. I know, I know...I need an education as a pastry chef, some sort of business experience, an actual plan, and some start-up capital before this can even become a reality, but I want to get these ideas going so I have something to strive for.

I've decided to name my store "Shut-up and Eat Your Cupcake." I was watching an episode of "The Best Thing I Ever Ate" and Ted Allen was talking about this cupcake from some bakery in NYC or somewhere. He made the comment "Shut up and eat your cupcake." I turned to RD and said "Oh my god...that's what I'm naming my store." He rolled his eyes and made some patronizing comment and thought that was the end of it. Haha. If only...I pull out my day planner and start asking him what kinds of cupcakes he would like to eat. It's gotten to the point where he's been naming the most disgusting things you can think of: blood cupcake with come icing, roadkill cupcake with a putrefying gut ganache...you get the picture. I think he's a little sick of my questions.

Anyway...the whole reason for writing this post was to have all of you weigh in on this. I'm going to list the cupcakes I've already come up with. Here's where you come in. I want you to tell me your opinion on the ones I come up with, and also give me some ideas for what you would like to eat. I'm not going to do that on this post; I'm going to create  new page and do it on there. I've already rambled too much on this one. Haha.

The page is up, so please feel free to check it out. Thanks!

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PUPPY!!!!!!

The following pics are of my boyfriend's (and mine...hehe) puppy. Her name is Blaze and she is an Australian Shepherd mix. Her age in the pics ranges from 2-4 months. I'm sure I'll be taking more pics soon.

Aww...

Cutest position ever.

So cute.

Looking for RD.

Such a good little girl

Too freakin cute!

She LOVES the snow.

See what I mean?

Trying to catch a snowball...

...almost...

...not quite there...

...she got it!!!

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Before I hear "Will you marry me?"...

...I'm gonna have to start asking "Do you want fries with that?" RD informed me that the only thing stopping him from asking me to marry him was my lack of job and vehicle. It's not a material thing...he's just worried about me being able to pull my weight once I move in. And I totally agree with him. I want to be able to help with bills and the mortage, etc. But I can't in my current situation. I need to fix that. He said he'll help me in any way he can. He told me he really really loves me and wants to see me do the best I can in life.

I'm also pretty sure that I'm only going to have to get a car. He made a comment about how even if I were to move in tomorrow, I could get a job right in town, but how would I get there? So I'm thinking that all I'm going to need to do is save up to either get my car fixed, or see if I can afford a new one. I think I just need to show him I'm capable of saving money.

I'm just stoked that he wants to marry me. I was so worried about that for the longest time. In fact, I've almost given up hope that he was going to ask. That's why I've been slacking off on my "housekeeping:" I haven't been cleaning like I used to, or making sure dinner is almost ready when he gets home. I just thought, if he doesn't want to marry me, "what's the point?"

This really is going to help with my one resolution...I'm quitting smoking. So far it's been almost three days. I told him that I was doing it for me, but also for any kids we might have. I want to make sure I'm as healthy as I can be when I do end up getting pregnant. I'm already going to be almost 30 by the time that happens...I don't want anything to go wrong because of something I can prevent now. RD thinks it's a really good idea. He said he'll support me in any way he could. I have the best guy in the world. :-)

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