FOHer's dream

This is how you stop people from taking pictures in the theaters.

Brilliant.

Mmm... cupcakes?

My sister and her boyfriend came for a visit this weekend. It was super fun, because I rarely have visitors, but I love to play hostess. And I love to see my sister. Her boyfriend is pretty fun, too.

One of the big draws of visiting Freddy is, of course, The Market. I don't go to The Market often, because it's only on Saturday mornings, and on Saturday mornings I am usually asleep. My favourite thing to get at the market are the delightful New York style cupcakes. So when I heard I was going to have visitors, I started talking up the cupcakes like no one's business. You may remember that I adore cupcakes. They make me quite happy.

By the way, it was quite cold on the weekend. And when I say quite cold, I mean that it was -30 degrees. It made the short walk from car to The Market quite unpleasant. I think I actually felt my skin start to freeze. However, I had visions of chocolate cupcakes in my head, so I was determined to bear any hardship necessary to acquire said cupcakes.

Imagine my disappointment when there were NO CUPCAKES to be found at The Market.

I tried to put on a brave face, but I was quite sad. I got spring rolls and kettle corn as a consolation, but still, I wanted cupcakes.

We decided to make some cupcakes. From scratch. My student intern had lent me a cupcake recipe book, so after a quick (and chilly) trip to the grocery store, we were ready to make fabulous cupcakes.

Let me just say that making baked items from scratch is not my forte. I prefer a mix. From a box. Case in point, I slightly overcooked the cupcakes, and I somehow managed to mix the ingredients for the icing and not follow the directions properly. The results was a batch of dry cupcakes with runny, drippy chocolate icing. Almost inedible.

Sigh.

Next weekend, I'm breaking out the Duncan Hines.

Lynda is...

... somewhat recovered from the drama that was last Monday. I find myself trying really hard to shake a moderate case of holiday-itis. It comes and goes. Some days I feel really good. Other days I feel like am alone in the world, and every problem I have ever had is magnified ten times, and I am overwhelmed. I'm fighting it, and sometimes it works.

Today it's half and half. Being tired does not help.

Anyways, last night I watched the season premiere of 24, and I decided to have some popcorn I received for Christmas. It's green on the outside, which I thought was pretty cool. It was sort of tasty, too. The actual popcorn was white, like normal popcorn, but the green husks were still visible.

Imagine my surprise and horror when I woke up in the morning and discovered that my bottom lip was a lovely shade of green.

Let's call it bottle green, even though it was more like emerald green.

So I spent about 1o minutes this morning scrubbing my lower lip with a toothbrush so I could be presentable for work this morning.

There was blood.

And I was late for work.

Oh well.

Lynda is...

... afraid to update her facebook status to reveal her true feelings to the facebook world.

... having a happy/sad day.

... wishing she could block select people from facebook chat (not anyone reading this).

... taking a break from dating. It may be a long one. Gah.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I just got back from a great New Year's Eve party. It's now 2009. I feel compelled to write a recap of the year that was 2008, but I've had too many Diet Pepsi's, and my ability to type has been severely affected.

Let's just say that 2008 was a good year for me. There were definitely some rocky parts, but there were definitely some absolutely glorious shining moments, and I'm so lucky to have wonderful people in my life who were there for me through the whole thing.

Happy 2009!