My Delicious Philosophy.

Imagine going to a museum and you see a piece of artwork.
This artwork means something to you, it calls your name.
What would make this piece of art even better?
If you could eat it! And if it tasted like out of this world unimaginable things.

Like a cloud sweetened with cotton candy.

The cream filling inside of a sprinkled donut.

What if it tasted like how coffee smells?

A cherry jelly belly.

The good stuff in the middle of an Oreo.

How about juicy red strawberries on a hot July day?

An entire pancake breakfast. For dinner.

Sweet and salty.

The chocolate surprise on the bottom of a drumstick.

Can you imagine eating a piece of artwork that tastes like a Milky Way Bar?

What if it tasted like that night you stayed up all night with your best friend eating cookie dough?

Or the cherry on top of your boyfriend's sundae that he hands you because he knows how much you adore cherries?

Maybe it could taste like the time you snuck a scoop of ice cream from the freezer when no one was watching. (At least you don't think anyone was watching).

Or maybe it wasn't a scoop of ice cream but a big scoop of delicious peanut butter right out of the jar?

A soothing margarita that takes you a way to faraway islands.

Or an elegant glass of pink champagne.


This is my "delicious philosophy."
I feel like everything that I create on my little cupcake masterpiece is my way of expressing my artistic side, and sharing my heart.
Then people can eat it! And it warms their tummies.
I especially love the hugs and love I get from people when I deliver the cupcakes.
The moment before they dive in to the goodness.
When their breath is taken away from the beautiful edible delight they see in front of them.
And it's like a dream come true.

The fact that it is pretty makes it yummier.
That is what I have to remind people when they tell me that my cupcakes are too pretty to eat!
I tell them..
"Try it.  Don't be afraid that it is pretty.  That's why I make it pretty, because pretty tastes better!"

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Hall Pass Schmall Pass

I saw the preview for this movie -- Hall Pass -- a few months ago in the theater and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Now it is out in the theaters and I hear people saying how funny it was.
To summarize, a wife gives her husband a "Hall Pass" defined as: a week to mess around with any woman that he wants to with no questions asked. She does this to save the "restlessness" of their marriage. Huh?

Maybe I am jaded-or taking this too seriously because I have seen too many marriages that I thought would last forever break up with infidelity as the cause. Mainly in my generation. Every time this happens to a friend..or someone that I knew I am completely devastated and it breaks my heart!

Can someone please explain to me why this movie was so attractive?

I know that one of the trends in this day and age is to daydream of a place we could never go, but want to go. Then make it happen in movies, magazines, or television, or even places (like Las Vegas, resorts, hotels, bars, etc). So is this where we want to go? A meaningless place with the lack of old hollywood romance, or class?

Movies are known to start trends. If this movie is part of the trend of it being okay for your significant other to give you a "hall pass" for a week.. what is going to happen to the next generation?'

Will marriage even exist?

Not even saying that marriage has to exist for life to be great-and if it isn't for you, then that's cool.

I am a firm believer that you only get married if you know it's going to last and if you have passion behind it.
Just like you would have passion for anything else in life-travel, your career, etc.

But what about people like my grandparents-who I look through old scrapbooks of sweet classic valentines..and know that they stayed together through thick and thin for 60 years?

Sure, maybe they flirted with other people but it was in a joking, sweet and non harmful way.

What does it say for the future generation if something as beautiful .. but serious.. as marriage is trashed publicly again and again?

I'm less like Martha Stewart and more like Lucille Ball....

Right now I am sitting at home with this awful flu thing
I feel better for a few hours, and then I am down and out in bed.

When I am sick it is good time to treasure silence that isn't "allowed" in a normal 9-5 day..or 40-60 hour work week.

You know your job isn't right for you when you wish you would get sick just so you could sleep in a day!
That's what I used to wish for..and it is sad that a lot of people find themselves wishing for the same thing.

Life shouldn't be about just sitting, hoping, and waiting for some time that you can steal away for yourself.
Especially if it means that time is spent sweating, then freezing, coughing, and drugging yourself up on Theraflu!

But what I did enjoy about my flu this time..
was watching I Love Lucy.

Dan gave me the first season on DVD for Valentine's Day because I adore Lucille Ball so much.
Because I had the flu I was able to lay down in a fluffy bed and watch her black and white picture shine throughout my dimlit bedroom.

I laughed so hard..
What ever happened to actresses like Lucille Ball?
Who didn't have to wear silicone breast implants, scandalize her world with a spontaneous sex tape....or be an heir to someone famous. She was famous because she had talent, and she was a true inspiration!

Once in his life, every man is entitled to  fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.

Her petite body was covered up with polka dots, aprons or robes.
But when she revealed her hourglass tiny dancer on stage, it was like watching a beautiful peacock display their feathers..for a fleeting moment!

With the magic of an action or a word, she just made people laugh.
I am sure she made people live longer.
She had this God - given gift to make people laugh, and she shared it with everyone.

And I am thinking that she may have even helped me heal today!
So cheers to you, Lucille Ball!
Cheers to things that make me laugh...
make me feel young..
silly...
brave enough to try anything...
and very aware that imperfection can be beautiful.

“I’m not funny. What I am is brave.”
“It’s a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy.”





My friend Alicia dressed up as Ricky one year for Halloween..and me--as Lucy ♥