Gingerbread near fail

Before I begin this tale, I would like to take an opportunity to state that I don't think I have done anything as frustrating. EVER.

I open the box and am immediately hit with the fact that its not a pre-built house. But, I think, how hard can it be, kids make these things at school.

Step 1 mix icing. Ok, that should be pretty simple. Nope! I added the exact amount the stupid instructions called for, it was the consistency of toothpaste. Just like toothpaste it dripped all over the place. This toothpaste did very little for the walls and they kept falling apart. Rather than tossing the whole thing in the garbage, I skipped a bunch of steps and iced the roof pieces. Then decided to take a break.

I guess taking a break is not allowed in gingerbread land, because by the time I went back into the kitchen, that stupid toothpaste icing had turned into cement. {insert a bunch of swearing here}

Husband heard the cursing, saw the mess and kicked me out of the kitchen.

Don't know how he did it, but about 20 minutes later, the house is done and kiddo is smiling!



Moral of the story... if you're making gingerbread house, make sure its pre-built, and don't let me touch it.

I don't wanna

My sister graduated last week, and has left Ontario to go back to Newfoundland (lucky shite) which means that everything she had sitting in her apartment for the past two years piled itself into a u-haul truck and is not sitting in my garage!

So, what do I do about it? I decide to take the day off school... BUT I can't bring myself to out into the garage and deal with it. Looks like something you'd see on hoarders out there.

Think I'll turn on the TV and watch some soaps instead.

Baygirl VS the Universe

When you wake up and discover that you hit snooze one too many times, and there is no soy milk for your cereal, its a sign the Universe is telling you to crawl back in bed. But since I listen to the Universe about as well as I listen to husband I gave the Universe the finger and went on about my day. (I'm harcore that way.)

You know what happens when you give the Universe the bird? It finger flicks you right back in the forehead, 10 times harder!


An 8:00 parent/teacher meeting on a Monday morning to discuss kiddo's IEP means I could only hit snooze button twice. Stagger out to the kitchen to start the coffee perk, and there is only decaf (how did that happen).

With sleep caked in my eyes I turn on the shower and accidentally grab the body wash instead of shampoo. (my hair smells great, but looks like it wasn't washed in a month)

Open up the back door to discover that high winds have blown an entire side of my fence into the neighbor's yard. (waiting on the contractor now)

Construction on the roads downtown, meant I needed to take a crazy detour on the way to drive husband off at work. (where is my coffee?)

Get home and realize that I forgot to put the dog out, and there is a fresh puddle by the door!

Its not even 10 am yet! I can't wait to see what the rest of the day brings me; class this afternoon and clinic until 8pm, with a crazy hard pathophysiology test tomorrow morning.

I'm sorry Universe, you win. (I take back my hardcore status.)

Domestic baking goddess I ain't!

Over the past weekend we played tourist and ended up buying a full flat (6 quarts) of strawberries. Now, I love strawberries but what was I thinking buying so many at once? Our friend took a quart when he was leaving, I've made strawberry spinach salad, I've been blending strawberries into my protein shakes, had strawberries in my cereal, strawberries, strawberries, strawberries.

So last night I went looking for recipes and I found some ideas that made me drool just reading them. Eventually I came across one for strawberry cupcakes with strawberry butter cream icing, ohhhh my taste buds were screaming. I printed the recipe and immediately began cutting and pureeing strawberries while husband was sent to the store for the items a non-baker lacks.

As I mixed and blended, I tried to ration with myself... I haven't had cake in over 2 years, these won't be cake they are mini cake so they will have less calories, I will spend an extra 10 minutes on the treadmill to make up for it. I can see the look of shock on the faces of my cooky classmates who regularly bring in freshly baked items from home to share, kiddo in awe of having cupcakes that don't come out of a box or from a store. I would be a cupcake goddess.

I popped my pinkish buddies in the oven and wished them well, that they would rise up beyond my expectations, while they baked I worked extra hard on the icing following the recipe to the letter, all the while being very strict and not sampling anything.

The cupcakes came out of the oven, and they looked a little 'small' but I didn't let it get me down. The icing was smelling great, and my stomach was now growling for a sample. No. I would stay strong.

Time to ice them, so I called the kid to take over. She heaped the icing on their tops and begged to lick the spoon when she was done. Still no taste testing on my behalf (yeah and nay at the same time).



Don't they look cute?

So this morning I get up, I pack a cupcake in kiddo's lunch, two in husband's and then I pile a bunch in a container to take to school. I strut into the lecture hall carrying my container of cupcakes high, proud of myself and awaiting the ohhhs and ahhhs that will surely follow.

I would like to take this opportunity to state that looks can be deceiving, smells can be deceiving, and classmates can be harsh.

My cute little muffins were a flop. Apparently there is something "wrong with my leavening agent" MY WHAT? (English please)... they didn't rise (I thought they looked small) and then there were a bunch of offers to come to my house and teach me to cook (one of which came from the guy in the class who eats ramen noodles 5 days a week). Its a good thing that I learned to laugh at myself years ago..

I get home from class today, walk into the kitchen and then I notice that the remaining cupcakes are nearly gone. Hummm is kiddo tossing them in the garbage? NOPE my kid is loving them, thinks they are some of the best cupcakes I have ever made.. that's it, I'm trying one, they're not awful, but a domestic baking goddess I am not! that's for sure.

Next week I plan to buy some cupcakes, bring them to class and say "just kidding".

--side note, my first cupcake in 2 years, and it was "not awful" yeah I'm a winner.

another day down

CRAPTASTIC:

When something both sucks and blows; when "fantastic" just can't be said ironically enough; when you're tired of saying, "That's just fucking great"; when you're tired of people saying you're too pessimistic for saying everything's crap so you pep things up with something that at least sounds more optimistic.

example: My class this afternoon was craptastic.

~My instructor insisted on reading a 20 page booklet on our expectations for clinic, which does not start for another month, out load, it took an hour and a half! I could have read the booklet in twenty minutes and spent the remaining hour, then doing something else.

On a sappier note:

Today my parents are married 33 years! AND THEY'VE NEVER HAD A FIGHT..... that involved exchanged gunfire anyways.

So, tonight instead of studying I'm having a drink in their honour! {Honestly, I'm not procrastinating, well maybe just a little}

Now do I practise or do I finish my drink and watch LOST? Could really use some Sawyer. UMMMM Sawyer