I was going to write about my very fun surprise birthday party, but I realized that the only people who read this blog were there.  I was going to share the story about me losing my supper after an unfortunate cupcake incident, but you already know all about that.  One of you had first ear experience.  Get it, Catherine, instead of first hand?  I was also going to share how delicious those cupcakes were before they came back up.  They were so delicious that after feeling like I ate something I was allergic to in the apple crumb one I decided a second flavor would heal all that was ailing me, so I ate a vanilla one.  Then I was going to talk about how the vanilla one didn't help, but instead sped up the throwing up process.  Lastly, I wanted to inform you that throwing up all those cupcakes did not deter me from eating the left overs for the next couple of days.  That's right friends, I'm a fighter.  I'm not sure if I threw up at the end of the party or if the party ended because I threw up.  That we'll never know.  What we do know is that I will always do something embarrassing or disgusting any time I am taken in a public setting.  That, as they say, is Irish for the course.

3 Reasons Why I'm Nervous for Aevie's First Dance Class

1.  I'm scared that Aevie is going to freak out when we get there and I won't know how to get her to go in the classroom.

2.  I'm worried that the other mommies won't like me.  I know, redonk bro, but seriously a concern of mine.

3.  I'm not sure what to dress her like.  Should she wear a leotard and ballet slippers or will all the other kids just be wearing regular clothes?

Just so you know...

I decided to share my cheesecake.  I felt guilty every time I opened the refrigerator and took a bite of the scrumptious, just slightly lemon flavored cake.  I realized that at this rate, in a few days I would have eaten an entire cheesecake by myself and I just couldn't live with that fact.  Well, I guess I could have lived with that fact, but I would have been slightly embarrassed.

I have a personal dilemma.  I know that this is a dilemma because I looked it up and neither horn is comfortable.  I think you'll know what I mean.  I made a cheesecake yesterday because I had a bunch of cream cheese in my refrigerator that was going to go bad.  Why did I have a bunch of cream cheese in my refrigerator that was going to go bad?  It's fun to just guess, don't you think?  Go ahead, guess.  Nope, you're all wrong!  It's because the expiration date was October 20th, so they were going to go bad.  And, oh yeah, I had them because I over bought for a wedding shower where the only thing we ate was cream cheese.  No, I'm kidding!  It was for a birthday party that we only ate cream cheese!  Okay,  it was for a wedding shower that I made cheesecake for and over bought on the cream cheese.  A cream cheese only party would be kind of funny though, right?  And disgusting, but mostly funny.

Oh yeah, the dilemma.  So, I made the cheesecake and now I'm trying to decide if I should eat it all by myself because Kyle doesn't like cheesecake or should I take it to someone and share?  I already ate a couple pieces out of it mind you.  So, there it is.  The end.

I Do Declare...

Or maybe I eclair.  Anyway, I declare today the day I start gaining my winter weight.  You know, the fat layer I need to put on to survive the winter.  It's necessary, trust me.

So, Kyle and I are trying to do our Christmas shopping early again this year.  We always start with all the kids because they are the most fun and easiest to shop for.  I always intend to start with the adults to get the hard ones out of the way, but I never do because the kid stuff is too exciting.

I have figured out that I am no fun when it comes to buying kids things though.  I can't help myself.  I think too practically.  I want to go for the big Christmas day reaction, but then I start thinking about the staying power of the toy.  So many times those toys that get a reaction are only played with for a month or so and then tossed aside.  I can't help but think about all those toys that don't get played with and just take up room in the house.  I start thinking that really, the kids love art supplies and building blocks.  They love these things all year long, but art supplies don't really get that excited reaction like, say a Bat Cave does or a dinosaur that moves.

Kyle really does not enjoy the buzz kill that my practicality in toy shopping brings.  Last night I had the brilliant idea of getting one of the kids a blank board book so that they could make their own book and illustrate it.  Kyle basically yawned and feigned interest over the thing.  The best thing he had to say was, "Well, it's affordable."  Would you expect anything less from Miss Practical?

So, I'm not sure.  Am I on the right path with Christmas kid shopping or am I the stick in the mud?  Am I looking out for what the kids really want or am I getting them what I want them to have?  Am I the most intuitive parent or am I the most boring?

I have nothing to write about because all I can think about are donuts and cupcakes.  Catherine called and said the Sioux Falls Hy-Vee has whoopie pies, so now I also want one of those.  I'm completely addicted to sugar.  Something must be done, but first I have to find something sweet to eat before I try to solve this problem.

So, there is this guy at the gym that seems to be there just about every night.  He works out in kind of a weird fashion.  He will do the elliptical for about 15 minutes and then stop and walk off and come back and do it for another 10 minutes or so and then he'll switch to something else and come back.  He is there when I get there and is still there when I leave.

One night I was working out on the machine next to him and I could hardly control my laughter because he was laughing so hard about whatever show he was watching.  It was hilarious.  Especially because he's wearing headphones and he's the only person who knows what's so funny about what he's watching.

I went home and told Kyle about this and he described the guy and it turns out he's usually there when Kyle goes to the gym as well!  So, Kyle and I have decided that we are pretty sure this guy comes to work out just to watch TV.  I do not judge at all because half of my motivation is TV too.  I love it though and we've decided that the love of TV explains why he doesn't really run or work out too hard since he really has different motivation than most people for being there.

Help!  Somebody drag me off of my lazy bottom and get me away from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch!  That's right, I am spending this beautiful fall Friday inside watching terrible internet TV and eating dry cereal.  I need motivation or a pep talk maybe.  Or, I think, maybe I might just need a very large piece of cake.  Yes, cake would definitely get me up and moving.  Good idea.