How I killed a cupcake... with love.

The best things in life are free.  The pantry room at work is the best place to find free goodies.

This beauty was waiting for me in the pantry room with an "Apple Cider Cupcakes" note on a pretty lil yellow post it.

So I grabbed it and gave it death.

Boy, how I devoured that cupcake!

For the bakers, find the recipe here, here, here, here, and here.

#PickleFest

So a couple of weeks ago I was browsing around the internet and stumbled upon Rosendale's Pickle Festival flyer.

Now, let it be known that I am not a fan of pickles or pickled things, but I figured...  why the fuck not?  It's not like I do anything interesting with my time on Sundays, nor did I have anything exceptional planned for today, so I put my "something to do" hat on and put together this lil trip with another couple.

This was our first time at a pickle fest and have no idea what to expect, except a whole lotta pickled products.

So this day started with a crack of dawn 8 a.m. wake-up (bear with me, it's a fucking Sunday, ok!?)  The four of us hopped in the car and went for a hearty breakfast at the Brownstone Diner - boy was that delicious!

After getting our tummies filled with deliciousness, off we went on a 2 hour car ride to Rosendale, NY to attend the Pickle Festival.

Cheap (close to free admission) and quick check-in was definitely a plus.  Once in, they had a four tent setup.  The first tent was full of "flea market" and "homemade" items for sale - which is always entertaining to browse through.  The second tent was full of "fair" foods like cakey goodies, Italian sausage sandwiches, cupcakes, dried fruits and vegetables, coffee, pastries, organic fast foods and the

likes. In between tent one and two I noticed a human pickle parading around to take pictures with the visitors - I totally got one, of course.  It was the one things I was looking forward to.  We then passed

by a stand alone tent with a ginormous pickle Christmas ornament symbolizing a German tradition, to which I made everybody enter and take a group picture with.  The third tent was more like the miscellaneous tent, selling all types of peanut butter, cheeses, salsas, pickle juice energy drinks, pastries, venison meats, and chocolate covered bacon.  The last tent was all kinds of pickled shit "heaven", and the equivalent of L.A rush hour traffic.  Masses of people standing in front of the vendors' tables pretty much blocking me and the ones I was with from seeing what was being sold by them, but it was obvious it was with no doubt, the pickled tent.

So this was my Sunday pickled adventure.  My fave parts of the day were seeing the human pickle *grins*, and the stand alone tent with the huge Christmas ornament.

Looking forward to stumbling upon another "weird" event to go to.

Until then...

Sexy time.

I've always liked going to sex shops, but for some reason, in my area all of the ones I've visited always looked either run down, dirty, tacky and/or classless.  Who said that sex shops have to be "warehousey"?

Years ago I had the pleasure of going to this one specific sex shop in Philly, which name has eluded me for years, but I remember it with fondness.  Well, today I decided to do a lil googling to see if I could find said store - and Google did it again!  Condom Kingdom!  Wow!  Surprised it's still in business after so many years.  Sounds like a day trip is on its way!  I also found a few others I wouldn't mind driving 1.5 hours to visit.

Thanks to Google and Yelp, these seem like the go-to shops:

Condom Kingdom
The Mood
Sexploratorium
The Pleasure Chest

Mah man and I shall make a day trip out of this.

Lil miss blue.

It's cold and windy on a mid November day...

After a long search for the right BLACK winter coat, I finally found it... in BLUE, Lol. And I'm lucky I did because today's weather is in the toasty 20s°!  WOWZA!

Just posting about my new buy/find cause, well... It excites me.

Welcome to my world, cute and warm blue coat!  Let the outdoor Winter activities roll!  WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!

It's a.... popcorn?

Um... Gross much?

Let me give you a quick lil back-story.

Two weekends ago on a Saturday, I went to the movies.  I had my regular snacks while watching "John Wick" - which was quite entertaining BTW.  Come Sunday night, I had some discomfort in my gum area where one of my wisdom's reside.  So I do a lil Listerine flush session after a hardcore teeth brushing and hope everything goes back to normal "tomorrow".

Tomorrow comes, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and my "discomfort" turned into a weirdly painful experience.  There was no amount of flossing, flushing, gargling, brushing that would make this go away.  So a week later I gave in, sucked in my pride, and called a random dentist to check and see what in the fuck is going on in the back of my wisdom tooth.

Wouldn't you know!  A fucking popcorn peel had inserted itself inside a cozy and vacant periodontal pocket and making my days a living hell, rotting right in between my gum and tooth, for a whole week! Yes, gross indeed.

All is good now.  The popcorn peel has been successfully removed with a torture device, and I am now shopping around for a water pick so this won't happen ever again.

Mujer precavida, vale por dos!

That moment.

So after a long day and a bunch of unanswered questions about life, I lay in bed tired of being tired, and ponder for a moment, what was the point of me living "today". Honestly, I couldn't find a reason - which is pretty damn depressing.  Then I turned around and my heart got all warm and le fuzz to the sight of my current " home". I guess its moments like THIS I need from time to time to remind me of how lucky I am and what's important.

Allow me to introduce... Mahself.

I lead a very normal (maybe even boring) life.

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OK, it just dawned on me, I may not have anything to talk about here.

So here goes... This is my diary, of trying to make life - and my boyfriend's life by default, more interesting when faced with the fact that my life has become a cycle of "commuting, working to pay bills, and resting", leaving almost no time (at least none that I want to spend) to do anything else but going for dinners - because I'm too tired to bother to do anything that requires any type of effort or energy out of me.  Lets face it people!  Dinners are boring.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE eating!  But, you cannot compare a sit-down dinner at some restaurant with say, a picnic at the park, or a weekend in the woods, or going to a random nearby town you've never been to.

I'm hoping this is not my first and last post.  If I don't come back, it's because I have officially died of boredom.