Sunday funday

So I just got home from church and as usual I am starving. I used all the willpower I could possibly possess to NOT eat the last chocolate mini donut. I'm trying to be nice and leave it for my dear husband who is working his bum off this weekend. Instead I literally inhaled almost an entire chunk of delicious home made strawberry cake. And I'm sure by now, you are wondering where in the world I am going with this..
I spoke to a dear friend regarding the art of blogging, and what kind of shenanagins I should write about. And being that he is a friend, meaning he knows me, he suggested I try food critiquing. I freaking love food. I love eating it, it's aroma, the color, the presentation, everything. I think he may be onto something.
So, onto it then. This strawberry cake. It's delish, sugar packed and completely pink. The cake itself is notably moist and fluffy and confettied with small flecks of strawberry pieces. And the icing, hmm. It's something akin to a pound of strawberry pixi sticks whipped up into a sugary pink paste and layered thick, I'm talking half an inch, across the entire cake.
If you are diabetic, run the other way. This sugary concoction should have a warning label. "attention consumer. This delicious tasty treat you are considering consuming may cause complete satisfaction when it hits your lips, but side effects include: hyperactivity, a sugar high that not only skyrockets you, but plunges you head first into a ginormous pink cloud, sugar brain-akin to brain freeze, but minus the freeze, coma, or sudden sweet death. But fear not, the grim reaper associated with this product is the Pink Carebear and he'll ride you off into the sugary sunset on a unicorn. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'd give it my seal of approval...

Pizza..

It's what's for lunch and I am excited.
I'm pretty much starving to death, which for me, is a daily occurence. How it happens though, I couldn't tell you. I eat more than my husband, all day long. I have no control over food, it's certainly my weakness. If I see it, and I want it, and I CAN have it.. I WILL. Thank goodness for good genes. I got my daddy's metabolism and I am thankful!

Look what I made!!

Isn't it pretty? Mi Gusta!

Just thought I'd share! :)

Wiping the dust off the cover...

Once again, I find myself back here.
I'm not exactly sure why just yet, seeing as I don't really have a lot of useful information to blog about. Yes, I'm random and I've been told I can be quite entertaining, but for a blog, I guess we'll have to see.

I actually made the decision today, and it was prompted by my stumbling upon a friend/aunt by a marriage that no longer exists, blog. I found it incredibly odd the amount of things we have in common. I knew from before when we got together, we always had a lot to talk about and our conversations were always very exciting to me. Needless to say, life moves on at a very fast pace and people get busy and whatnot, and its becoming harder and harder to keep in touch, even with the easy access of the social networking sites. I found her blog to be very interesting, and realized that it also inspired something inside of me. What, I'm not quite sure. But It did make me reach out to her in email in hopes of possibly getting together to catch up. And here I am, back to trying to see if I can find the time to write my mumblings.

We'll see if I can actually commit to it this time.... :)

Hang up your coat, and stay for a while.

So let me just start by saying, I do NOT want this weekend to end!! Despite the sudden drop in temperature this morning that I was sooo not expecting, today has turned out to be a very pretty day. Let me add to that, I do not mind the cold, by any means, I love it actually...I just wasn't expecting it, nor the dreary rain that came with it. But it is beautimus outside now!
So, this morning I woke up and was in the mood for breakfast food. We got up, went to Publix and paid double what we normally would for just a few items, and came home and got to cooking.
Being in the kitchen, cooking alongside my hubby is always fun. Kind of takes the work out of it. Anyway, once it was all done, we had a nice delish breakfast complete with pancakes, eggs, grits, bacon & sausage! Can you say yum?!
So far the rest of the day has just been really chill, relaxing being our main goal. We started the laundry, but that's about as far as it's going! Yesterday was b-e-a-Utiful! I actually slept in, seeing as how I managed to get a little cold this week, but that didn't stop me from enjoying my Saturday. The hub & I headed to TooJays for lunch, and it was well worth it...If you ever have a chance to get the "Greek Wrap", DO! It's delish. And there bacon cheeseburger is noteworthy aswell. After that, we walked around the villages a bit, such a pretty day to, and then headed back home. Daniel once again dazzled me with his amazing grillerman skills, fixing us some marinaded chicken, which was his concoction, and made us delicious chicken salads. We definitely ate well this weekend to say the least!
Anyway, I hope your weekends were as good as mine...If only they lasted longer!

Am I my own worst enemy?...

Have you ever wanted something soo incredibly bad that you literally sike yourself out of even attempting to try for it? Have you ever had an opportunity, no matter how small the odds may be, that presented itself to you, something that you would absolutely love to do, something that would make you happy to the very core to be apart of, and yet you find yourself picking out each and every one of your flaws, speaking reasons of why it could never happen to you? That its just too good to be true... Why would God allow me to be chosen for something that burns so deep inside of me, a desire that is constantly unfilled. Why would he allow me to be taunted repeatedly by things that I want so bad, but I am so far away from achieving...?
Or is it God reminding me constantly of that unfulfilled desire that I am purposefully neglecting because I am being ruled by fear? Fear that I wouldn't be good enough, fear that I wouldn't be liked....Fear that I wouldn't add up. Fear that I could never be what I want to be...

Just a few moments ago, I managed to come across a tiny crack in a very small doorway that could lead to bigger things, God willing. And before I even was able to come up with a plan to walk towards it, I filled myself with the lies that I wouldn't stand out...that I wouldn't dazzle...Despite the fact that the odds are slim to none and there are millions of people wanting this same thing I am, I, for a few minutes completely talked myself out of even attempting this dream, from even giving it a shot... Even when I didn't go looking for this, I just happened to stumble upon it. It's amazing how easily we can tear ourselves apart, ripping through each layer until you are so fragile you can barely stand on your own. We give alot of credit to the enemy, but he isn't omnipresent, he's just the snowball effect... He whispers one thing, and let's our unguarded minds do the rest...

So, I thought this would be a little easier.
It seems that every time I get that creative urge, I'm somewhere that I can't let it out. And then when I finally am, I'm at a loss for words, or too distracted.
Guess I'll have to try a little harder.