Care for a pop'o'cake?

The plain, fact-of-the-matter is that I need Cake Pops in my life.  Married to the Military made them here and she got the recipe here.  I've had a bad case of the birthdays this year...but I'm really looking forward to just having a day to myself with a possible trip to the National Zoo or Neiman Marcus (David Yurman to drool over, folks.)...and maybe Cake Pops.

These things look extremely involved to make, almost like a piece of art.  Maybe their intricate nature will deter me from making a ton of them and eating them all up!


However, part of me doubts that will be the case.  Let us consider my attempts at making sushi that always end up with a lot of "mistakes" for me to eat.  I mean I can't serve someone incorrectly rolled sushi, can I?


"Not I."

Christmas in May?

It's extremely difficult for me to wait for my favorite holiday: Christmas. I live for it the whole year. Lately I've been thinking" "oh, I should start present hunting and baking goodies...getting out my holiday tunes and all that jazz." However, I will sit here patiently waiting until at least Halloween.

My birthday is coming up and I'm really excited about that too. Like...Christmas excited for it. Today at lunch, I told Steven I wanted a birthday tree of my own and I'm half tempted to put up my little 2 ft tree and put some really colorful not-so-christmasie-ornaments on it. I'm also hoping that the birthday-Santa leaves me some goodies under this tree. :D

I'm still debating what to do for my birthday. I've scheduled a cleaning and orthodontist consultation for the day before...completely boring, but they need to be done. I've taken 2 days off, so I should have a long weekend to myself if the pier is generous and doesn't schedule me. I'm hopeful, but not delusional. I really want to take a day and go to the city either solo or with the Steben. We live 45 minutes from D.C. and we never get up there. Shameful, isn't it?

Oh! Also excited that amazon has informed me that the new Sookie Stackhouse book has been shipped and will, I hope, arrive on the book's release date. Lately, I've lived for book releases. I've done more pre-ordering off of amazon in the past few weeks then in the whole existence of amazon.com. Once Hitch 22 arrives I'll probably disappear for a good week or so until I go to a book meet-and-greet with the author...

Also, in other life events: I have fluorescent orange pee. Yeah, you read that correctly. It's a side effect from one of the medications I'm taking to get rid of a bladder infection. Very nasty and annoying things that completely disrupt your life. I genuinely hope you've never experienced one. I'm trying to take it as easy as I can, but I know that I'm just not getting enough sleep. I never get enough sleep these days.

All work and no play really does make Ms. Domestique a dull girl...I know, I know...

My 23rd Birthday

It's really hard to believe that my birthday is in 15 days, at which time, I will be 23. 23 is such an odd birthday. I mean, you don't get the hype of 21 or the satisfaction of 25, so you're just kind of stuck.

I'm constantly having to remind myself that I'm 22. I don't look or act like a 22 y.o., but Steven and I aren't like our peers and I really love that about us. We've finished college, gotten a house, and made it through a year of living together (gee whiz, I can't believe it). After a year with my Steven, I have to say that now that I know all this little habits I love him more than I did. Not only have we accomplished all that, we have great jobs where we just keep moving up. We're definitely a power couple.

So what do I want for my birthday? I really want to quit my second job. Working so much has definitely taken away from my Steven time and has totally contributed to a messy house! My house projects take 4 times the amount of time to get done and I really miss the accomplishment of getting things done. I tried to hire a cleaning service, but I didn't even have time to schedule an appointment with them and I tried 2 different times! You know you're too busy when you can't even find time to hire someone to help you stay that busy with out a lot of stress. Of course working would be the way I paid for the cleaning service, but if I didn't work so much I'd be able to clean it myself.

It's a catch 22...or make that a catch 23.

My Birthday!

Today is my 22nd birthday and it has gone surprisingly well! A lot of you know my horrible history with birthdays; however, this one was probably the best birthday I've ever had.

What produced this magic? I forgot that I was even having a birthday, all I asked for was a key ring because I needed a new one, and I had my honey with me for a whole weekend of celebrations.

Because I forgot about my birthday I wasn't stressed out about it, as is my custom. I wasn't expecting a lot so I ended up getting blown away.

Steven was so great. Saturday we went out to run errands and get breakfast at IHOP. Our breakfast ended up being free since they messed it up (score). I went to work, and Saturday night we saw the new Wolverine movie. I loved it! X-men was probably my favorite thing growing up. Steven got to learn a deep dark secret from my past: I was a marvel fan-girl and still secretly am. Sunday, Steven woke me up with a handmade breakfast of wholegrain, fresh blueberry pancakes, eggs, and birthday muffins with "22" candles. He's the best! (picture soon)

And now on to pictures of the birthday loot from Steven:

Snuggie as a gag gift, but I'm totally going to use it. It also came with a free book-light. :DPride and Prejudice and Zombies! I've been stoked for this book release for months! My friend Di got it for her birthday a week ago, so I was stoked to find Steven had gotten it for me. I'm currently doing my annual read of the original Pride and Prejudice, so starting this will have to wait because I don't want to read it before I go to bed, just in case it's scary.

The shower caddy from Bed, Bath, and Beyond that I've been obsessing about for a year. I know, it's just a shower caddy, but it is amazing and I wanted it for our house that we don't have yet. Can't have our shampoos unorganized when they merge.

The mac-daddy of a gift: my new pink blackberry! I love this thing so much. I had to get a new phone number, so message me on facebook and I'll send it to you. (Don't mind of all my moving boxes in the photo.) It's also very exciting because it's on Steven's phone plan (it's true love when you share phone plans :D) and my e-mail address they set up on the phone starts with "king." I might have actually been more excited about that then the phone. Maybe.

I also got the key ring I asked for and my best friend got me an amazing Andy Warhol Banana bag. It's amazing! I've been wanting one for years.

So all and all, an amazing, amazing birthday weekend.

Birthday Gifts

Every year I generally get myself a birthday present. Something that I've really wanted but haven't been able to splurge on yet. Last year I got myself a lot of barware since I was turning 21. This year, I have no idea what to get myself.Any ideas? Sigh. Since when have I ever needed ideas about something to get myself. I guess that life is pretty good right now.

The. Big. 2. 1. I. Can. Cry. If. I. Want. To.

Birthdays always seem to make me a little depressed. Probably because I always put so much stock in them. This birthday is going to be the one that goes perfectly...and then my happy bubble pops because things never work out how I plan.

I'm turning 21 at one of the biggest party schools: on graduation weekend...and I'm not drinking or having a birthday party. I'm turning in early because my mother insisted that she and my father come for a visit. I'm not having a party because I don't have a home to call my own at the moment, my best friend is back home, and most of the people I used to hang around with believed all the crap my former flatmate was spewing about me. But we were never that close anyways, and good riddance to them if they believe fallacies about my character that are fabricated by a lunatic who was harassing me for months and still continues to do so even after she has moved out. I would just rather stay at home then go out and try to meet new people. I'm graduating in a year anyway.

Straight up, life sucks pretty hard right now. I'm trying to be positive, but it's really hard to fake being up- beat. My grades: not so hot. My last semester: worst ever. I had a teacher repeatedly tell me I shouldn't be in my major...Lady, I've got 2 more semesters! A little late in the game... Other teachers love me; she didn't. Sorry I can't devote a million brain hours to Shakespeare when I'm working gobs, I have a crazy who's constantly after me, I can't live in my apartment, and yeah, that paper, totally number one on my list, my panic attacks will have to come in a close second.

To top off my birthday: Steven is leaving Monday, that's tomorrow. And that really really makes me sad. I already cry every time we talk about it. We've never been apart this long and I'm pretty worried about it. I know a lot of people in long distance relationships, and a lot of them have always been long distance. Steve and I have never been, and it scares me. We are completely horrible at talking on the phone. We can talk for hours, but get us on phones and we are church mice! I've been with him almost 24/7 for the past month and I've gotten used to him being around. I'm not going to deal well with him leaving while I'm still staying here. Awkward. Steve's roomies are pretty "special," a bf and gf that I have nothing in common with and who are sooooooooooooo MESSY and have sex like rabbits, seriously right in front of you! FILTHY! Really, I cannot describe it, I'll have to get pictures of the apartment. I hate mess. I like clean. I like organized. I believe in a social decorum that prevents you from dry humping your significant other in front of people. I ignore all parts of the apartment that are not Steven's room. I'm going to be locking myself in this room a lot.

Summer school starts May19th. I'm nervous about that since I'm taking a semester of work in a little over a month...excellent. And my textbook is over $100...even better.

This aging girl wants things to be simple like they were when she was 10.

Behold. The. Power.

Of Birkenstocks!

I've always wanted some, ever since I was a pre-teen and dreamed of living in the 60's. Now I'm in my early 20's and still dreaming of living in the 60's, but I know more Lennon and Dylan tunes now.

For months Steven has been keeping this big birthday surprise. Apparently, ever since he got a pair of stocks in March when we were in Colonial Williamsburg.

He has been giving me the vaguest hints every day this week. So there was no way I was going to guess Birki's. I was hoping for a rock to be quite honest. Since he's so secretive about shoes, I have a feeling that I'm not going to see a proposal coming. That's how he wants it, and I hate surprises.

Either way he always ends up fulfilling a dream of mine, even if it has to do with footwear.

That's why he's so perfect for me.

Martha, oh Martha

Since my birthday is coming up and I don't think that I'm going to get a party...most likely I'll just get dinner from my parents... I think I will have to plan a party when I move into my new apartment and get settled in.

I have mixed feelings about Martha Stewart. To be sure, she is chronically fierce, she did do jail time! However, I've never really been that into her as a person. On her TV Christmas specials she always bosses her family around and ends up doing all their craft projects for them. Bossy people and I don't really get along. I belong to a more fluid school of thought.

Even though I have issues with Martha and her personality, I still think whoever comes up with the ideas that get credited to her name is a genius! On her website I found a polka-dotted party theme. If I mix it with some of the things featured in the rain-themed party article in April's issue of RealSimple I think my housewarming/birthday party could be completely adorable! I love the umbrellas hanging from the ceiling...but that might be too much in my apartment.

Low ceilings + decorative umbrellas+ a 6'5" boyfriend= disaster.