Cupcake Chronicles

I am about to run 26.2 miles in Vegas.

Yes, I plan to be in bed by 10pm on a Saturday night in sin city. (Gasp.) Vegas enthusiasts, fear not. It will be ok.

Just remember, it's like they say, 'Mr. Pibb and Red Vines equals CRAZY DELICIOUS.'

Wish me luck in cupcakes...

Dari Cupcake

There are times when you have to believe there is something bigger than you working away up there and everything we experience in this world is one more step toward that plan.

That time is now.

The exploding image above is titled "Dari Cupcake." Why? I have no idea. But I like it.

Vita-Cupcake

After a much-needed Thanksgiving break (complete with a rudofsky flag football extraveganza) I find myself half-dreading, half-looking forward to getting on with the next three weeks of work and life and love (maybe?) so that it will finally be the holidays again. And by holidays, I mean Christmas, and by Christmas, I mean 'break from work' and snow (fake) and caroling. Not that I carol.

(Please ignore the absence of anything Chanukah related. I'm just getting over Thanksgiving... I need the 7 days until Chanukah to practice my 'barucha.')

However, with December 1 coming up on Saturday, and my third marathon coming up on Sunday, I have been taking my vitamins and steering clear of cupcakes for the past month.

Do I feel different? Fitter, thinner, lighter, fluffier? I think I feel a little bit of all of those (possibly including the 'fluffier' part.) The following are my observations from adhereing to the 'no cupcake' left behind (on my plate) program. Let's not get this confused with a 'Bush-ism' because as we all know... that would never succeed.

Zero Cupcakes means I...

- miss cupcakes. I do.
- don't miss the fleeting happiness and instant regret they brought.
- am developing a serious all-out love for peanut butter.

And that, young reader, is as far as I have gotten.

Gobble Cupcake Gobble

Out in the desert.
Turkey and cupcakes give thanks.
For all that we have...

Cupcake Cleavage

Just like homemade... is that not the best slogan for anything that has the words 'cleavage cupcakes?' Exactly.

Let me be the first to say- there are not many advantages to eating your weight in cupcakes for say, oh, just around 6-ish months. However... when a good portion of those extra cupcakes travel to the nether regions that lie just below your neck, the result is two-fold: It's either- 'are those implants?' (because, golly gee, that is the first thing I would do when moving to Los Angeles) or it's- 'can I touch them?' (in the most innocent way imaginable.)

My question is- since I've finally stopped eating cupcakes (and 10 bowls of cereal and 3 jars of peanut butter and etc.,) does this mean that the cleavage that I have come to embrace (except for when running- believe me, it is NOT comfortable and has left me with a red rope-like burn clear across my chest) will disappear?

I hope not. But...

I would trade cleavage for the ability to eat just one cupcake anyday. Yes I would.

The Cupcake Blues

Blue is- the color of the sky, ocean, boy, sadness, music... my favorite pair of chuck taylors.

The color blue is bright, soothing, melancholy, dark...

Blue is a state of mind. I don't feel blue. I feel yellow and fuschia and orange- like a burnt sienna.

And it feels... un-blue.

Cupcake: C-P-C-K

I am going to frame this. Brilliant, I say.

M. Johns... thank you.