Carrot Cake

       Wow. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I have no excuses. I am a grown up and as such I have to own up to my actions…right? Damn. What can I say? I am as lazy as lazy can get. Ask anyone. True story!

       I was playing with Ares today and I remembered that my last blog entry was about him. “Shit! That was almost 9 months ago…” I thought. If I was a woman this post would be my newborn, and as such I shall give it the attention it deserves…with a year old entry.

       A little over a year ago (April 11, 2008 to be precise) I made my first cake EVER! A carrot cake, no less! It came from a box, but still! I was so excited because I had never prepared and baked anything by myself. My “wife” Ivy, being the baking Nazi that she is, turned her nose up to me and felt insulted I would dare call it a cake, let alone one I had made all by myself.

“It came from a box! That doesn’t count!”

“I make mine from scratch! I can’t expect anything less from my husband!”

“Okay, fine…I’ll give you props for at least trying…”

       It isn’t easy being married to someone that is proud of her mad baking skills. I don’t aspire to be a baker, so I don’t care. Here I give you my first baking adventure…in cake form!       

 

              Getting everything ready for my adventure!              

          

Behold…The Bowl of Togetherness and The Mighty Mixer at work.                    

The Mold Of Togetherness with Pasta in the background….FSM would be proud!

       

        The Donut Of Carrot Deliciousness! Ready to be eaten!

       My dear friend Lisa tried it and gave me props for it. She volunteered I forced her to pose with a piece of cake too!

 

Lisa rejoicing in its deliciousness.

Anyway, it turned out great! It tasted exactly the way carrot cake made from a box should taste like! What should my next kitchen adventure be?

Getting fit for WiiFit

      

“Screw you, bitch!” was the first thing I yelled at my TV today. Why? Because WiiFit won’t let me get fit!

       In case you have been living under a rock for the past month or so, Nintendo released a video game for the Nintendo Wii titled WiiFit. It’s a game that allows you to create awareness about being in shape (kind of harsh at times, I must add) in a fun way through balance games, running simulations and some yoga, just to mention a few of the game activities. The game works with a balance board, which is shown in the picture at the beginning of the post. The packaging of the game says that the board is designed to withstand a maximum of 330 lbs. About 2 weeks ago I checked my weight and I was in the mid 320s so I thought I was good. Right…

       Today I was able to snatch one of the two games that arrived to one of the video game stores in my area (I’ve been hunting one down for about 3 weeks now) and raced home to finally be able to experience WiiFit and put my ass into motion. The game asks about my height, weight and age to make whatever calculations. Then it asks me to step on the balance board to measure my weight, center of balance and Body Mass Index. I step on it and the game tells me that I am over the maximum weight it can hold.

Okay, I can take that.

       Since I’ve been eating junk food for the past 3 weeks, it was no surprise. Then it tells me that the software will reset itself…and effectively shuts me off. It won’t let me play the game at all! Yes, I need to get fit to play Wii-freakin’-Fit!

What the hell!?

How ironic is that? *sighs* I have never before been so pissed at a video game. Ever. So, tomorrow I start jogging with my friend Amanda to lose that weight and play the damn thing. I WILL play this freaking game before the end of the month, dammit!

Midnight French Toast

             It is no secret to my friends that there is nothing that I love more than a slice (or four!) of French Toast soaked in maple syrup for breakfast, for lunch or for dinner. French Toast Sticks(!!!) are great snacks too! Anyway, point is that I can have French Toast anytime and anywhere. However, every time I wanted some, they would be bought or made for me. As much as I love those fountains of gooey goodness, I had never tried to prepare them…ever. So, since I’ve been in some weird cooking mood lately, I thought I’d give it a try and what a better time do so than at midnight!

             My dear friend Amanda and I were studying (or at least pretending to do so) when we got the munchies. We wanted to hit Denny’s and stuff our faces with breakfast food, but being broke college students shot down our plan. After cursing at our empty wallets I had the brightest idea a hungry person can have at midnight. Let’s make French Toast ourselves!

Amanda:  Do you even know how to make them?

Me: Of course I don’t!

Amanda: …ok.

Me: This is why you’ll Google a recipe for me!

Amanda: Yay Google!

            So, she googgled a simple recipe that required nothing but bread, milk, eggs, sugar and cinnamon. No fancy ingredients and very straight to the point. Behold what came to be!

            Since I miscalculated how much we’d need to make 6 slices I ended up with a LOT of French Toast mix, and since nothing in my kitchen can go to waste I went ahead and made more…twice as more. It didn’t matter though. We ate about 8 and the remaining 4 were had for breakfast the next day! French Toast is love.

Before the Spring Break comes Spring Cleaning

I am not one to be able to say unorganized over long periods of time, but sometimes I digress. This semester, like every other, was no exception. I neglected properly cleaning and organizing my room properly after I got back from Christmas break. I brought a vacuum cleaner, cleaning supplies, a broom, a mop, the whole 9 yards. However, I refused to do anything. I would occasionally swipe the room with the broom, or wipe my desk with a wet tissue, nothing remotely related to actual cleaning.

One fateful night of February I walked into my room and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It took me one month to decide “Hey, this is starting to look like a storage room of a dollar store.” and do something about it. These are the fruitions of my night-long cleaning spree!

Before (Bed or Table?): http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/9691/bed1re5.jpg
After (It was a bed!): http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/6900/bed2um5.jpg

Before (Book, Cables and More): http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5232/bookshelf1jb1.jpg
After (Just Books and More): http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8835/bookshelf2kl6.jpg

Before (Closet or Nest?): http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/9830/closet1as2.jpg
After (Both…not as messy though!): http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3976/closet2ry0.jpg

Before (Mess is indication of genius, no?): http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1710/desk1cz3.jpg
After (There goes my genius then…): http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5155/desk2rz9.jpg

Before (*pouts and hangs head*): http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/8428/tv1yk5.jpg
After (*grins proudly*): http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/6486/tv2yq7.jpg

After (The “before” of this one was just too shameful…) : http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/7254/drawershz6.jpg

After almost 3 hours of very hard work, I was left feeling very tired and proud. Now, almost a month later, is that time again. Not as messy, of course, but my room is in need of a makeover once again. Tomorrow, I shall do that…I guess.