Answer the questions with one word (or a little more) and then tag three people. 1. Where is your cellphone? pocket 2. Your significant other? sexy 3. Your hair? brown 4. Your mother? absentminded 5. Your Father? unintentionally funny 6. Your favorite thing? love 7. Your dream last night? violent 8. Your favorite drink? the dr. 9. Your dream goal? house 10. The room you’re in? Reed's 11. Your hobby? lots 12. Your fear? fear 13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? finishing something 14. What you’re not? outgoing 15. Muffins? almond poppyseed 16. One of your wishlist item? mini camera 17. Where you grew up? North Logan 18. Last thing you did? eat 19. What are you wearing? jacket 20. Favorite gadget? camera 21. Your pets? scratch u 22. Your computer? which one? 23. Your mood? anxious 24. Missing someone? no 25. Your Car? rocks 26. Something you’re not wearing? shorts 27. Favorite store? depends on what i'm buying 28. Like someone? Yes 29. Favorite color? changes 30. When was the last time you laughed? one second ago 31.When was the last time you cried? can't remember
If anyone is in the dark about why I had a baby 8 months ago and still weigh my 9 months pregnant weight, let me enlighten you:
This is what my good sense drove me to make on Sunday for a little 'conference treat'. This cheesecake recipe was jam-packed with chocolate (white and semi-sweet), caramel, and pecan buddies. And what I really loved about it, the crust is soft brownies, not some hard, flavorless crust. It's called, 'Chocolate Eruption Cheesecake', and the description says, "Sounds like an X-rated dessert? Well if you're counting calories, it is." Perfect.
In the past I've been wary of cheesecake, seems like I've had some large disasters where that particular dessert was concerned, but I decided I like cheesecake too much to avoid it forever. This turned out well all in all, although the recipe made about twice as much batter as I needed.
So now in case any of you see me around town, or wherever, you won't have to gasp and think to yourself, 'wow, I wonder if she's pregnant, or just fat.' I'm not pregnant, just fat... come to find out you can't lose the weight when you bake this much.
As aforementioned, my mom's dad, "Grandpa C" as he was so fondly known all my formative years, just turned ninety (yesterday) and a party was had by all (Saturday). Yikes, 90! I'm freaking out a little over 27...