You can have your cake and eat it too...

I baked a cake. Yellow cake with fudge frosting. It is amazing. I told someone about it and they told me that they didn’t believe me. Why would I bring up the fact that I made a cake if I didn’t actually make one?!? They said “ha ha… if you mean bought when you say baked then I believe you. You just don’t seem like the domestic type” Um, no, I mean I baked an effing cake. This is stupid to be annoyed with, but I’m not bad at baking and I have no clue why someone would assume I’m not domestic just because I don’t walk around wearing an apron with flour all over myself. This certainly means that I’m not interested in sharing my cake though. I know it sounds really bitter, but I just don’t feel like I should have to prove my baking abilities to people. I don’t go around telling people that I’m an amazing baker… it’s even more funny because I’m getting defensive about a cake that I made from a box mix. I usually bake from scratch and when people say something, I don’t even care, but I think this was the cake that broke the fat girl’s scale. I kept thinking about the wonderful cake all day while I was at work and how I wasn’t going to share it with anyone. Sure, I’m resentful. Not only that, I will make sure that person doesn’t get any holiday cookies either.

Weddings are the new trend? How about crack instead...

A lot of my friends are getting married lately. Well I guess I should correct that. A lot of my acquaintances are getting married. A lot of my friends are still single (thank goodness). Here’s my issue with the whole “getting married” thing: People look at me like I should be getting to that stage in my life and that I should be settling down with that special someone. That I should stop having ice cream and wine for dinner and start cooking casseroles or something. I wouldn’t call myself trendy, but I’m willing to join in if I think something is worth while. The thing with this trend is that I am not the only one to decide that I can be a part of this. It takes more than one person to make this choice. I’m all about jumping on that band wagon if I found the right person. That’s the issue… can’t find the right person. Why can’t my friends get into some other trend, like crack? That’s something I can buy into! I mean sure, it’s going to be an expensive habit, but at least everyone can be a part of it. Everyone can snort some lines and be a part of the cool crowd. Not only that, crack doesn’t make me plan a giant ceremony that everyone dreads going to just to watch me dress up and kiss someone. Nope, crack lets me kiss anyone and dress up whenever I want. It might be a little rough the further the trend goes when some friend starts stealing my tv to get a fix, but that is a risk I’m willing to take.

Because hiking in Texas isn't really hiking...

So I went hiking the other day. I think hiking in the area where I live is kind of a joke. It's all pretty flat. It was a gorgeous day, but it wasn't anything too challenging. There are no hills or mountains or any obstacles really-except the warning of the ocassional alligator. Overall, hiking here is more like a relaxing Sunday stroll through the woods. So this old couple comes up to me at the trail head and asks if I need any help finding the trail I want. They explained that they hike there frequently and know the trails like the back of their hand. So I tell them I want to go on the 6 mile hike and point it out on the map. With that, they take one look at me and tell me that I should re-evaluate my decision and maybe go on the .5 mile hike around the lake. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but I'm assuming these old folks with their great outdoorsy outfits and matching walking sticks don't think I can handle a longer hike. Apparently I don't look like the "outdoorsy type". I thanked them for their advice and walked in the opposite direction to the trail I originally wanted to go one. I survived. It was actually a pretty trail and I didn't encounter any alligators (thank goodness... I would have froke out). I did run in to a deer, a lizard, and one very scary armadillo. What an adventure. I also saw the old couple as I was leaving the trails. I told them that I somehow survived the long hike... even without the aid of a walking stick.

Maybe I should explain myself. That will make things more awkward...

I’m going to start this off with an explanation. I talk a lot. I have a lot of ideas that float around in my head. I’m awkward. I have plenty of opinions and most of them are contradictions. I’m doing this anonymously for the sheer fact that I don’t need to tell everyone who I am. If my friends or family would happen to stumble on this site, they would know it’s me in a heartbeat. If I collected them in one room, they would probably be able to combine all the stories I have told them and make this themselves. It’s not that I’m shy or that I don’t share my thoughts or feelings, I just think that people don’t listen enough sometimes and I have a whole load of things to say. Nothing that I say is going to be profound. Nothing is going to be poetic. Just my day to day life encounters and thoughts spewed out onto this page. Take them or leave them.