Laughter Really may be the Best Medicine.....

Last night I enjoyed a wonderful evening with some wonderful friends. We were celebrating Kristin's birthday and so we broke out pizza, cake and ice cream...oh and I think there was a salad in there somewhere, but really with pizza and ice cream who cares about the salad!?

The pizza was amazing-- if I don't say so myself, nothing can beat a homemade crust.

There was plenty of laughing though. My husband was missing from the party so I conviently got to tell funny stories on him. For example. We have one of those over the door pull up bars at our house-- one of the things that happen to you when your husband works at GNC, but I digress. One day while I was on the phone with my mom he decided that he would  try to make me laugh so what better way to do this than to hang by his feet by the pull up bar. I'll admit that got him a few smiles but what go the laughs is when he tried to get down. He got one foot off successfully but the other tennis shoe got stuck on a bolt. So there we are. I'm trying to keep speaking to my mom in a normal tone and my husband is frantically trying to get me to let him down. I finally got off the phone and admittedly laughed for a bit and then let him down.

All in all it was a fabulous dinner. Jarrod's homemade cake was amazing.

Tarts and Tats

So my friend Becky and I have come up with the most brilliant idea. We are going to open a tattoo shop...with pastries on the side :). We have decided to call it Tarts and Tats. Despite the fact that we are look as likely to step into a tattoo parlor as bikers into a cupcake shop, we are sure that we would be phenomenal at it. We would be the designers (of course) and cooks. I personally think that I would be distracted by the pain of a tattoo if I was holding a scrumptious cupcake or cookie.
Then, I got all deep. Mindless work tends to lead to this. I began thinking that our friends are a lot like tarts and tats. The tarts trick you into thinking that they will always be there to satisfy and are good for you. When in actuality they are gone in just a few short bites and leave you feeling the need to pathalogically avoid the scale for at least a month. Tats on the other had are always there. They are well thought out. Permanent.

Maybe a little deep for a fun convo but oh well.

Fiddlesticks.

I work in an office. In a small room by myself. But that doesn't mean that I can't hear everything these women these women talk about. So- what do moms talk about at the office?

• Weight. No shocker there. Every girl over the age of 16 talks about weight. My favorite, though, is when they talk about their weight while eating an ice cream sandwhich.
• Kids. Some of these terrify me. I find myself praying, "Please Jesus don't let my mother have told her friends these things about me!" Seriously- I know every embarresing story imaginable about these kids.
• Celebrities. Yes. It's true. I know more about Lady Gaga, Justin Bieber (he's a fave) and Katy Perry since I have started the job. I thought at first they were just screening things for their kids to listen to. That theroy was squashed when I heard two 40 year olds get way too excited for Katy Perry to come to Dallas. They plan on going.

Last lovely thing about my office. The British receptionist. She is all things British. She drinks tea, admires the Queen for her hunting skills (p.s. I totally thought the whole dog and hunting thing was only in the movies til the other day!) and says hilarious British catchwords. My favorite is collywobbers.

I Wish I Could Be Like...

Ever since I drug my husband along with me to see Julie and Julia, I've been dreaming of the day I would start my own blog. Big dreams eh? But seriously, I fell totally in love with the movie and was determined that I would do something as fun as blogging, because that of course will translate to fantastic cooking skills! I love reading blogs. Why haven't quite figured out. Why do I read about people I've never met? But there seems to be something about blogging. Blogging about anything, cooking, weight loss, photography and just simply life. So here goes. I'm taking a leaping dive into the world of blogging!