Totally True

My friend Mark took one taste of one of the goodies I made this week and spouted that he couldn't decide weither to classify me as a Goddess or something above a Goddess. That warmed the cockles of my heart a bit.

The Awesomeness that is Carbomb Cupcakes

Sorry, another post tooting my own horn about how awesome a cook/baker I am. I'm done now.

The way to a man's heart....

... is through his stomach.

I've been cooking for guys for a few years now so I know this first hand. Beside, I don't think I'm the only person who can attest to this either. I'm a pretty damn good cook if I do say so myself and there are a few things that I make that, when mentioned, make my friends' eyes light up.... which is why I make them so often. There is nothing more pleasing to a cook than seeing people truly enjoy the fruits of their labor... and my friends never fail to enjoy what I cook..

My favorite is introducing my friends to old family recipes that I've loved for years and having them love them as much or more than I do, like galumpkis (cabbage rolls) and kifli (crescent cookies). Puffy and Joey are usually the ones who get to be my guinea pigs when I attempt new recipes and as far as I know, I haven't disappointed them yet.

One of my favorite new recipes is carbomb cupcakes/cake (which Puffy recently requested and I have spent a good part of the day working on): Guinness chocolate cake, Jameson ganache, and Bailey's Irish Cream frosting. I've made them quite a few times since I put them together and they never fail to be a huge hit.

picture and recipe from http://www.mybakingaddiction.com/guinness-cupcakes/

They even made my friend Evan think of me when he found a recipe for Blue Moon cupcakes. Which he sent me with the a note saying that I needed to make them next time he was in town. They weren't as good as the carbomb cupcakes but they weren't bad.

Oh, another thing. If alcohol and/or bacon can be added to a recipe, do it! Don't think twice! Not only will they make it better, guys will love you for it.

...Oh, gravy and cheese, too.

My Sheldon

I have a friend who is our version of Sheldon. He's not as socially retarded as Sheldon, but the resemblance is scary. He's super smart and tends to insert very random bits of information into conversations that nobody understands but actually is pertinent to the conversation.

Nathan and Me

He has a very dry wit and most people can't tell when he's joking or serious and I have to be on my toes around him to keep from being utterly confused by what he says.

The reason for this post is to share with the word what kind of text messages Nathan comes up with after an evening of drinking. I might have to ask him for the translation... you'll see what I mean.

"crepuscular uniformatarianstic revanchistic polyandrous fricative tetrapodsm"

"slutious maximus in the common tongue most slutious with an entymogical root in Italic Indo European, bitches!"

"In the course of ones life one lives to make light of ones own existence and existential frailty or in the words of the wise...one must live for liveliness sake and create our own fate. so in a word... nefarious apathy, bitches!"

The last one I can actually understand and love but the other two are a little iffy on their meanings to this kid.

Grandpa

I became a Grandpa today!

I know what you're thinking: "WTF? Aren't you a chick?!"

Yes, I am a female... let me explain. My freshmen year in college, three of my friends and I ventured the 30-some miles to Bob's Bar in Nebraska to enjoy the huge burgers and even huger sides. On our way back, the two sitting in the back seat, Jamie and Miles, began playfully acting like children. Jonda and I in the front seat began playfully acting like parents. I (metaphorically) drew the short straw and became the dad and it is an inside joke that we have carried to this day.

Today, March 8, 2012, my "daughter" Jamie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Aydelia Elaine Wilson-Campbell.

She looks just like me!!!

So, I celebrated the way men have been celebrating the birth of a child into their family for generations: I smoked a cigar with my closest male friends and showed off a baby picture that the others only looked at out of friendship to me.

Once again...

... a guy in my life allows his penis decide his loyalty rather than his head.

I got left at a bar last night and needless to say, I am not happy about it. Even 24 hours later, I'm still pissed off.

Oh, and the super power that I would want the least? Invisibility. I'm already invisible so it'd just be redundant.

Pity party over. Sorry.