Sealed with a Cupcake

Peanutbutter frosting: $4.99

Chocolate kisses: $2.99

A perfect combination of peanutbutter & chocolate?

Priceless.

4ever Cupcake

I am definitely not a person who uses the phrase best friends forever, or a person who buys charm bracelets each with one half of a heart, or a person who talks 101 times a day to my best friend forever.

Unless... you count my sister.


Best friends forever, little one.

And sisters for always.

Swimming Cupcake

Bubbles.

Cupcakes.

Bubbles.

Cupcakes.

Bubbles.

Bubbling cupcakes.
Merrily swimming along.
Don't forget to breath.

Breath, cupcake, breath.

Cupcake Moon

Goodnight little moon.
Under the same moon we sleep.
Exploring moon dreams.

Mama Cupcake

In honor of Mother's Day this past weekend, I have gathered some very famous quotes, sayings, and revered euphemisms (with my sister's assistance) that will forever remind us of our cupcake mama...

1. How do ya like them apples?
2. Ciao, bella.
3. You look with your eyes closed.
4. Dammi cinque! (Gimme 5!)
5. Right with eversharp.
6. You take the high road, and I'll take the low road, and we'll be to Scotland afore ye!
7. Bacci! (Kisses!)
8. You lie like a rug.
9. Rock-A-Bye Baby on the treetop...
10. You're a day late and a dollar short.

I am a day late on this one... but as my Mother would say, better late than never. Happy Mother's Day!

Love you, Mom.

Cloverdale Cupcake

Should you not know the daily happenings of my life, (common knowledge) I moved into a new apartment yesterday.

It must be love.

I feel giddy. Glow-y even. I feel all pink and rosy and strawberry sweet. (Did I just write strawberry sweet? This fuchsia-colored life feels strange...) A passerby might glance over and think I had truly fallen in love... They would be right. I have a new beautiful space that is all my own and that is lovely, indeed.

Let's name it, cloverdale.

Welcome home, cupcake. Welcome home.

Relay for Cupcake

a haiku.

relay for his life.
a baseball team by next year.
keep you in my thoughts.

cancer will not stop you.

Cupcake Poke

They say to cook a cupcake to perfection you should poke it with something (fork, toothpick, tongue) to check the status of said cooking perfectness. (Even if it creates a rather unsightly crumbling of your perfect cupcake.)

However, poking is no longer solely relegated to cooking in today's world. Oh no, friends. Long ago, poking decided it was tired of being associated with only baked goods. So, like any bored adjective it began a journey of finding a second (and more popular) home on a secret (not really) networking site called facebook.

There are so many tangents and novel-esque places I could go by simply writing facebook. However, I will spare you my lengthy asides and delve right into to the fascinating world of poking.

After being poked on facebook for the 783rd time, I decided to ask- what is poking? Why is it a feature on facebook, and why do people poke when you can chat, comment, or message?

Let me tell you, I asked the right person. What I got was the best facebook message/answer I have received to date (to date being since March.) His googled definition of poking absolutely necessitates further posting so it can be shared with all. (And by all I mean the mini-audience that reads this little known labor of love.)

Background: He too was uneducated in the meaning of what is was to poke. So he did what anyone would do, and googled it:

"A poke is an Internet version of someone going up to you, extending the index finger of the right hand, gently pushing on the region of the body above the hip, and then running away and hiding behind a water fountain whilst whistling 'I'm a little teapot.'"

But he wasn't satisfied... So to find the true definition he googled it again:

"[Poking is] a great way to flirt when you don't have anything intelligent or meaningful to say."

He felt that this definition was more on point, but I disagree with the unintelligent part. In fact, I believe the opposite. And that, young readers, is your lesson in poking for the day.

It's not just for cupcakes anymore.

Converse Cupcake

chuck taylors walk in.
long windows stare as night falls.
there's no where to sit.

meet me in the middle...

simple cupcake delight.