Shrek Date

Last night I had a me date (when you only ever spend time alone- it's not as relaxing and impressive as it sounds). I got all fancied and dressed up- experimented with makeup- put on my nicest outfit and *gasp* high heels- and hit the town! (I even shaved my legs! but you just don't need to know that much information so I wont talk about it) I drove downtown and parked in the best parking spot in the whole freaking city. I had dinner at the Olive- which is always lovely- but just for future reference- don't look in pity at the girl sitting by herself- no, she did NOT get stood up-sometimes a girl just goes out alone. But whatever-

The big question? Would I recommend seeing this play? Absolutely. I've been wanting to see it for a couple of years now so I'm really glad it came to town and I could go.

This is the video that made me really want to see this play.

It was seriously so cute. I was a lot like the movie- but just different enough to keep in interesting.

And you know how in the movie they make funny pop culture references to other movies and stuff? Well in this, they made references to other plays. They referenced Wicked, Lion King and Les Mis. They probably did others too- but (don't die of shock) I haven't actually seen everything so I may not have caught them all. There was still the silly potty humor- but it wasn't so crude as to make it gross.

I actually liked Lord Farquaad better than Shrek- he was just so funny and charming- I wanted to punch Shrek in the face half the time- and he freaking slaughtered the sexiest accent on earth- but I digress- it was really good. The dude who played Pinocchio was awesome. His voice must hurt by the end of a performance, all that screechy yelling and singing.

Over all it was a pleasant evening (other than the minor I'm-going-to-die-old-and-alone meltdown I had in the car on the way home) and of course the story is about a lonely beastly creature finding true love- so of course I liked it. My goodnight kiss was the Mousse cake I ate in the car while listening to my Sappy Love songs CD that I made for my brother's wedding. Very romantic- and chocolate is the lover that never disappoints.

Killing my internal optimist

Ok... I just have to get this out of my system. It will go away. I promise.

Remember a couple of weeks ago when I wished to have a crush on someone? Well, DANG it! It happened! Don't worry, I will squash it away as fast as I possibly can. Seriously- because I forgot what Bakeshow-with-a-crush is like. She's crazy. Seriously. And she's very VERY immature.

I'd like to think I've come a long way since high school- but still, the desire to drive past his work and make him cupcakes is overwhelming. I won't. Don't worry. I have been semi-flirting with this guy for a year and a half (and by "flirting" I mean, I try not to be sarcastic and mean to him [my usual self] and he responds  by just being nice[remember- men don't flirt with me- they are nice- but they don't flirt).

Anyway- A coworker today saw me chatting -sort of- with him today- and she was convinced he was flirting. I, however, am convinced he was not. Anyway- long story short- what she said gave me the slightest spark of hope that... maybe... just maybe... which led me to be a giggling idiot for the rest of the day. And when he came in again to work tonight, my heart skipped the teeniest beat and I forgot about the patient I was helping.

When I had to walk past him to get back to my desk, he was surrounded by his buddies- so I didn't dare say anything. He waved though- To.Be.Nice. He was only being nice. It was nothing- a wave- that's all.

But no. I have to spend the next few hours now pounding out that idiot that I allowed to run free for a few minutes today. See? Even the fact that I'm sitting here- recounting movement by movement of our encounters today- I just feel like a freaking idiot- but I want you all to know what an idiot I am too- therefore I will publish this post. I want everyone to be thoroughly aware of what a pathetic mess I am.  Have I convinced you yet?

This might help: It's been a year and a half- and I still don't even know his name.

Modern family

Who says family time is dead? We spent a great evening together tonight! All of us in the same room- at the same time.

(i had pictues of Sadie and Shayla too... but I don't know why they disappeared...)

Ahhhh togetherness!

Sick of it

I need a vacation from the world. I'm just so tired of everything.

I'm sick of reading the news and only seeing stories about death and corruption, scandals and scummy celebrities who have no talent except for that of being an embarrassment to the human race.

I'm sick of the grey, dismal sky and all the dreary muck and mud that has accumulated.

I'm sick of drama. Can't we all just get along? Seriously? Just for one day?

I'm sick of work. That's life though, I can't help that.

I'm sick of being poor. I know have way more than most- and I am extraordinarily lucky that I live with someone who lets me mooch off of her for free- but seriously, It would be nice to be financially independent. It really makes ya wonder why you spent all those years getting a degree, when you just wind up at a job where a fresh out of high school kid gets the same job you do.

I'm sick of complaining. Why can't I just be happy with what I've got? I'm sick of my attitude.

It's a funny holiday

I have nothing against Valentine's Day. You'd think this being the screeching ground of a bitter harpy that there wouldn't be kind words about this holiday, but it's fine. I like it. I like the idea behind it. I like what it celebrates. It's just all in good fun- and any reason to OD on chocolate can't be a bad one.

But here are some jokes I feel I want to share for the occasion:

Knock Knock.
Who's there?
No one because it's Valentine's Day and they're all out on dates.

 

• Hey! I just googled "Valentine's Day jokes" and my picture popped up!

 Q. Why did Bakeshow eat a bag of raisins?

A. Because she couldn't get any dates.

Roses are red
Valentine's Sucks
This poem makes no sense
Dump trucks.
   

Q. What is the difference between Bakeshow and a calendar?

A. A calendar has dates.

(PS, except for that last one, I made all of them up. Go ahead and tell me how funny I am now. No seriously... I need to feel validated.)



I stole this from cake wrecks. Bwahahahaha!