Something to read as I work on my next novel.
Crushes. There are crushes that satisfy—dreamy glances that eventually turn into the sweet and cherished “do you like me back?” conversation. And then they tell you that they’ve loved you all along.
Dawwh. My sentimental heart, be still!
There are crushes that are forbidden—dark and dangerous, stupid, or crazy. Crushes that force you to exercise every unit of self control to keep you on the straight and narrow.
And then, there are those crushes that can never love you back.
Our last day exploring New York was a success, complete with humidity, candy, famous movie sights, and a chocolate shake as big as my head.
Goodbye New York. I will miss you.
The first kiss bite.
Teeth sinking deep into soft doughy crust, a slight crunch on the finish.
Now, the cheese. Ooh.
The cheese is the best part. Warm, savory, salty, sensual. The slight tang of tomato sauce seeps out and explodes flavors of garlic and oregano across your palate.
Judge Paul, now presiding!
I’m only kidding; not really.
What is your favourite part of a shopping mall?
On the count of three, we’ll all reveal our answers as loud as we can. One…two…three…
FOOD COURT!
Wonderful. How many of you also said “food court”?
You are reading a guest post, written by Paul from The Captain’s Speech.
I think we can safely say (from the fact that the picture of the above cake is not my cake) that I came across a few difficulties when baking the other day.
Or that I was too lazy to snap a decent picture.
Or both!
(Isn’t this exciting? It is now a mystery!)
Continue reading ➞ Pumpkin Peekaboo Cake — Problems & Solutions
I have the biggest sweet tooth, so any excuse to indulge in my sweet tooth is welcome.
Valentine’s Day sang to me in glorious tones, sprinkles, pink frosting, chocolateee, Rebekahhh, come neaarr.
Here are three last minute Valentine’s Day treats you can crank out if you’re going to a party, making dessert, or want to give someone a sweet gift.
Dieting is your body’s natural inclination to stay slender. We all try to fight it. The struggle is real.
But why diet? It’s not bikini weather. There are scarves and big coats and loose pants out there for a reason.
It’s time to follow Santa’s example. Stop dieting. Here’s how.
A few blog posts ago, I wrote about being a college stayer, though I fear that that post came off too “woe is me.” The reality is I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life. But I’m not sitting around, pitying myself day after day or anything of the sort. I didn’t want it to come off that way.
However.
Today, you may pity me. Pity away. Because today (well, yesterday) I lost my best friend.
“You make it sound like I’m dying,” he told me and my friend.
“You’re gonna be dead to us,” she joked.
This is true. Though I am very much aware that the dead are incapable of shooting me a “I’m making friends!” text, when you see someone on an almost daily basis because they lived a few streets down from you and then suddenly can’t see them for three months. Instant. They’re gone. Only memories remain. It’s quite similar to death.
As we all know, Jake‘s birthday was yesterday. However, this was a total surprise to the majority of us, as we thought Jake was having a dinner at his house just for fun, as a kick off to summer, something of the sort.
He swears up and down he specified it was for his birthday.
Apparently the real story was that he asked his mom about a birthday party. To which she replied he was too old for, then paused a moment before concluding, “we’ll have a dinner for your group from church.” The rest is history.
But boy, can Jake’s mom do a dinner right.
After our Superstart Breakfast this morning at 8am, we loaded up the van and headed out to Amarillo, Texas! From this point forward, we are going to places and states neither of the three of us have ever been, which has to make it ten times more exciting. I feel like a real traveler.
We munched down cereal, waffles, and oatmeal, before saying goodbye to Super 8, with it’s broken cycling machine and doors that don’t lock. (It is right by Roller City, however, if that peaks your interest.)
