Cupcake research going on today, for medicinal purposes only of course.  Yes, I know, I tried the baby cupcake versions at Magpie’s Monthly Preview yesterday, but that wasn’t nearly enough of the creamy goodness.  Oh hells noe!  Two baby cupcakes are never enough, in fact they don’t even start putting a dent in my current psychosis level, what with PMS and feeling like emotional roadkill both going on, at once.  And that’s about it right now, so hide all the firearms.  It’s mood swings like this, in fact, that make carry permits a dangerous thing.  Because of my extremely volatile state of mind right now, I would go so far as to suggest that the city close all roads into Island Home, evacuate the neighbors, and seal Casa de BobMissy under the Springfield bubble.  Um yeah.  So, for the sake of western civilization, for the immediate future I would advise you all to just throw chocolate and cupcakes at me and run.  Because today I’m pre-diva cup, and the best description of my mood is… well, it’s pretty undescribable.  Bad isn’t enough.  A bear with a sore head doesn’t even touch it.  A more apt description would be a psychotic relocated bear, armed with a bazooka, and a long list of people who drove the truck that took him to his new home.  Yeah, that’s closer, but still not quite descriptive enough. 

So, anyway, after I tasted the two little bitty sized treats, I bought a six-pack of the Super Deluxe flavors.  Yeah, I did.  Because I deserve a cupcake damnit, and nobody, not even Chuck Norris can stop me right now.  So, anyway, the flavors o’ July are: Black Forest Cake, Bananarama, and Lemon Blueberry.  And I’m really quandried over these.  Can’t decide which one’s the best.  It’s between Black Forest and Bananarama… Lemon Blueberry is a little eh for me.  Not on my second or third fave list even.  But the other two?  Very good.  Oh, none of them will ever overtake Chocolate Hazelnut, not ever.  Those taste like Ferrero Rocher with no crunchy shell.  And the Key Lime Pie?  That was amazing too.  But these two this month are very good.  And I’m thinking Bananarama, even without the chocolate cake, is going to end up being my fave.  There’s just something about a Banana Split in a cake form that you can’t turn down.  MMMMMMM! 

Wait, did I type Banana Split?  Banana Split for real?  Hey, there’s an idea!  Maybe I can get a pass to leave the bubble and go get ice cream?  Ice Cream would be good… ice cream is our friend! Hey, Marble Slab, if you’re reading this, watch out!  I’m heading your way!  I have a credit card and I’m in a bad mood, so put extra hot fudge and nuts on there please, and don’t forget the whipped cream and cherry!  I’ll bring the cupcakes!

I might survive this after all.

Yeah, so much to write, not sure where to start… or if I even want to write at all.  Okay, yeah, I always want to write, it’s just that sometimes the empty page is a little intimidating.  Yeah, freaky, I know.  But do you really expect anything else.  You’re here, aren’t you? 

Fun weekend, even with the midnight trips to Marble Slab included.  You know, when you love somebody, nothing is inconvenient.  No matter how much somebody else wants to try to make it so.  However, the person who sees her as inconvenient made her feelings obvious.  She knows exactly who really thinks she’s inconvenient.  She knows.

The Family Shrimp Boil was great, thanks to Coastal Connections and their yummy seafood.  Oh, and Magpies and their yummy cupcakes.  The Bob and I think the Chocolate Hazelnut ones need to be on their everyday list.  They taste like a Ferrero Rocher without the crunch.  They made those special for me… you know, because I’m special? Yeah, that’s it, special.  Anyway, thanks guys for making my birthday party a yum-fest.  Food, fun, family – that’s the ingredient list for a great event!  Yep, pretty much everything turned out perfect. 

Oh, and I need to know something.  Exactly where was it in the universe that Todd Howell (and the rest of the "forecasting teams" in the Knoxville area) learned to read their weather tea leaves?  Because I’ve never seen a forecast so badly blown as the one for Saturday.  Never.  Regardless of the forecast, we went to Splash Country for the day, mainly because we had $125.00 invested in a Waterside Retreat.  And, if you haven’t done one of those before, try it, it’s worth the extra money to have a little privacy and a safe place to get away to.  Anyway, we were expecting to be there no more than a couple of hours before we got a Rain Date, but we ended up with a beautiful, sunny, and not too hot day.  Except for all the super scary people in bathing suits over there, that is.  My sister snarked about the Fashion Parade here.  She said it all.  Brrrrrrrrr!  Some people should be forced by law to wear lots of clothes.  I’m just sayin’.  Anyway, back to the weather.  All I can think of is that Chuck Norris knew it was my birthday party, and he kicked all the rain out of the clouds.  In fact, I think that’s the only logical explanation – Chuck Norris.  So, thanks, Chuck, for giving me good weather this Saturday.  I’ll erect a statue in your honor one day.  Because you, Chuck Norris, are the Weather God.  Truly, without a doubt, the Weather God.  Jim Cantore and the rest of the Weather Channel team grovel in homage at your feet.

Oh, and another thing, did you know you can prune shrubs with a pair of Kitchen Shears?  Yes, yes you can.  And the shears are doing fine,  they’re German, they’re made for heavy duty usage.  However, I’ve determined that even though we pay the kind and wonderful Jeff to do the lawn, maybe it’s time I had some power yard tools to be able to do work on the shrubs myself.  Because I’ve got lots of things growing around here that aren’t shrubs.  They’re weeds.  They just look like shrubs.  So, craigslist, here I come, to buy mean, choppy type things, of the electric nature, so I can go all Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom on my yard.  Only this time I’m playing Jim and the Bob will be Marlin, sitting in the Jeep, from a very safe distance, saying "ouch Jim, that’s gotta hurt!"  Probably a good thing Baptist Hospital is right down the road, ya think?

So, that’s my weekend, with our girl, and lots of fun.  Have I mentioned lately that life is pretty good?  Have I?  Yeah, and the other things that aren’t so much?  Well, with berries.  Yeah, berries.  That’s all.  

So, okay tomatoes, here’s the ketchup:

Mabel isn’t licking so much today, maybe the hypoallergenic food is working?

I scored tickets to Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, 3d row Floor baby!  Now I can relive at least a little of what I know I missed out on way back in 1977 when my incredibly cruel and non-understanding mom wouldn’t let me go see Led Zep at Tampa Stadium.  Not that my being 12 would have weighed on her decision at all, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too.

I got my Seesmic Invite today… will give a review once I figure out how to work it and what it does.  Color me curious, but does this make me cool by default?  Just wondering whether my nieces and nephews will be impressed.

I’ve almost got all the details put together for our annual Girls Trip in February.  We’re going to St. Simons Island.  King and Prince Resort, beautiful beachfront historic hotel and they have complimentary wifi in the rooms and the lobby.  You so know that was the selling point for me… don’t you?  Seriously, though, I am so ready for shopping, eating, and fun drinks… girls trips rule!

I made the Bob’s favorite for dinner – Ragu over Wagon Wheels.  Because I’m a nice person.  And because it doesn’t involve using the oven.  Because we still don’t have one.  Just because.

I’m pissed, more snow possible, and it’s cold.  I really want to go to World Grotto tomorrow night to see Jenna & the Joneses.  Because, you know, we know somebody in the bad – CHARLEY BEAR ROCKS!  But, you know me and my SAD, I hate the cold and I don’t want to freeze to death.  So, what’s a girl to do?  Dilemma dilemma!

We’re taking Kaybug to Wonderworks this weekend to celebrate her good grades.  But we aren’t going to let her talk because of that troublesome grade of N that she pulled in "Avoids Unnecessary Talking".  And no, contrary to popular opinion, N does not mean Neato!  Look for us, we’re the ones dragging around the kid wearing duct tape lip gloss, easy to spot!

On the Yikes front – there were three pages of real estate foreclosure notices in yesterday’s KNS.  Makes me realize that no matter how bad my week has been, it wasn’t that bad.  My heart breaks for all those people, well except for the ones who bought for speculation.  Don’t hate it so bad for them.

Okay, that’s it.  You’ll only hear from me again this weekend if something blogworthy happens.  Or if Chuck Norris sends me another gift, because he’s Chuck and he should be honored in word and deed!  See ya!

Ohbytheway, forgot to mention this when I was kvetching and kvelling over the stove last night, I got a package from Chuck Norris in the mail yesterday!  Yeah, you read that right, a package, from Chuck Norris, with a note too! 

You see, last weekend when we got cheated out of snow I posted that Chuck Norris needed to take over weather forecasting in our area.  Chuck Norris wouldn’t take any guff off the weather, if he said snow then we’d get snow.  Why?  Because he’s Chuck Norris, and that’s how the universe works!  Well, apparently Mr. Norris found out about my post and visited this "little blog that could".  And, because I wrote about how much faith I have in his abilities to get things done, he sent me a bag of snow!  Yeah, it’s fake snow, but damnit Chuck made it snow, just for me!  Now that’s the frackin’ power of the internetz baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!  

So, since I know he’s reading… because he’s Chuck Norris and he knows and sees all… here’s a thank you note for Mr. Norris:

Dear Chuck (I can call you that, right? If you prefer Mr. Norris I’ll defer),

Thanks so much for the snow!  I knew you before anyone else would  make that happen.  Why?  Because you can do anything you want!  All other mortals bow before your skills and abilities.  And how do I know that?  Well, because I read about you on the Internet all the time, and let me just say sir, it’s about time you got the recognition you deserve for your many skills and abilities. 

Now, since I’m your number one fan, can I give you some advice?  I know, you’re Chuck Norris, and you don’t need advice, but here’s something you should think about.  I mean, you do know that Mike Huckabee is a nutcase, right?  Everybody else does, so I’m sure you knew it first, right?  Because of his obvious mental instability, you really ought to reconsider that endorsement sir.  I mean, we don’t want his crazy mumbling’s reflecting badly on the greatness that is Chuck Norris, right?  It’s really something I think you should consider.  Maybe you could look a little harder at John Edwards – he could really use a push like you could give him about right now.  I mean, your endorsement could make a huge difference in the democrats having an electable candidate versus not having a rat’s chance in a cat kennel.  But if you have to do the republican thing, then please take a closer look at John McCain.  He’s really cool, but he’s got that whole "old guy" prejudice thing going on around him.  That would all change if you took up his banner, really!  I mean, you’d raise his coolness quotient right through the roof, and everybody would know not to mess with John just because he’s old.  He doesn’t need youth, he’s got CHUCK NORRIS!  France would probably make him King or something if you got behind him.  So, just think about it, mkay?  And, again, thanks for the snow, I’ve scattered it in my shrubs and it makes my house look just like a winter wonderland.  I was just wondering though, can you speed up the seasons?  ‘Cause I sure do hate winter and I’m ready for Spring.  A well-placed threat to the Sun would be all that is required.

Best regards from a true believer,

Missybw

There, that’s not too suckup-y is it?  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go change out my closets.  With Chuck handling the climate change thing, I’ll need shorts and tee shirts by tomorrow!