Network TV and chickenz

So, we handed out candy for Halloween for the first time (definitely a change from binge drinking in an outrageous costume at OU, but honestly I didn't miss it) and our favorite costume was this little girl, probably 2 years old, literally the cutest thing I've ever seen, in a chicken costume. She was more interested in Cooper than the candy, and when her dad told her to say bye, she said, "bye doggy!". Too friggin cute.

Nope, not having kids anytime soon, thank you very much. NOOOOOOO where near soon. I still don't have that $300 Kitchen Aid stand-up mixer than I want. Fawk.

So I have come to the conclusion that Grey's Anatomy is the largest piece of shit on TV lately (compared to its first season...wtf happened?) and I've actually started to like Private Practice better. Mainly, because there is no Izzy, no George, no Mc-anyone, and no Meredith...the only decent character on the show anymore is Cristina. I think I watch Grey's just out of obligation now, and I'm even starting to feel not so obligated.

Other than that...I'm well on my way to becoming a Civil Servant (bye bye evil contracting) and thrilled about a sizeable raise and the end of BULL-SHITE. To celebrate, I drank a bottle of wine. Duh. And, I made the wise choice of not attempting cupcakes again.

We are having company this weekend, and I'm quite excited, though the house is in shambles as we haven't unpacked everything and are waiting for our new bed to be delivered (thank you overstock.com for $1.95 shipping) hopefully tomorrow. Also having friends for dinner tomorrow and I'm back at the bone-cracker beforehand so it will certainly be a fun filled couple of days. I'm tellin ya people...find a good Chiropractor.

Haven't you all missed my posts? Cause I've certainly missed talking about myself. Hehehhe.

The Great Halloween Cupcake Debacle

First: let me apologize for my long absence. Moving to a new house, the lack of a fridge for 2 weeks, my job, getting the dog groomed and nearly having a breakdown as a result, a back injury, and life in general has really distracted me. So, I'M BACK WITH A VENGEANCE.

Second: we carved pumpkins...mine was, well, phenomenal. Here is a photo:



Yes, I'm that good. Nuf said.

So tonight I came home from a lovely bone-cracking chiropractic visit and decided to bake Halloween cupcakes. From a box, of course. I'm not the Barefoot Contessa, I don't bake from scratch on weeknights. So, while I'm measuring the like 3 ingredients that go in, I become distracted by...something?...and somehow put in twice as much water as required. So I'm mixing the cupcakes up like, why the fawk are these so liquidy? Then I look at my Pyrex measuring cup and notice I was glancing at the 1 pint line, not the 1 cup line. Great. I can't even make a goddamned box of cupcakes correctly. So what do I do? Put my "Sandra Lee hat" on and think of what I could dump in there to make something respectable out of it. In went flour, vanilla, baking powder, some other shit, I don't know. What came out was this odd combination between muffins, cupcakes, and rubber. I ate one, and felt like I had just consumed an entire loaf of sourdough bread. Trash, say hello to dozens of cup-rubimuffincakes.

So much for my mad baking skillz.