Happiness is my first decorated cake.

Having been a natural-born lover of all things sweet, it was just a matter of time before my curiosity got the best of me. I had to know how to make all the cakes, cookies, pies and cobblers I love. So what’s a girl to do? Buy lots and lots of cookbooks, of course! My first baking cookbook came from a trip to Sam’s Club with my dad. We had taken a shortcut through the middle of the store and I found myself lost in a table full of cookbooks. And there it was. The Taste of Home Baking Book. I instantly fell in love (I’m pretty sure I heard the angels singing the Hallelujah chorus).

1 cake pop pan, 3 cookie sheets, 1 springform pan, a KitchenAid stand mixer and 2,731 cookbooks later, I’ve mastered a few good baking recipes over the years (I will be posting them on the blog, so prepare yourself). Just kidding. I don’t have 2,731 cookbooks. However, my obsession with cookbooks may or may not be getting out of hand.

Enough already. Let’s get to the cake.

Last Christmas, my brother gave my sister and I gift certificates for private cake decorating lessons. Private. Cake. Decorating. Lessons. Who knew there was such a thing? Excited doesn’t even begin to describe it. Recently, my sister and I cashed in on our private lessons.

Whoa. I. Had. No. Idea.

From icing bags to tips to cake turntables, my mind was blown. Over the course of two Saturdays, we played with icing, practiced tinting, shapes, designs and writing, and decorated our own cakes. While I had higher hopes for how my cake turned out, I did successfully master how to get cake crumbs in my icing and smear them all over my cake. Beginner’s luck 🙂

Stay tuned, you’ll be seeing plenty more of these.



Where were you?


Where were you on September 11, 2001?

I was a senior in high school. School had just begun for the day. I was in the library doing some research for a Chemistry project. My teacher had left the library not long after our class came in and all of sudden he came running through the door. Breathless, he told us that a plane had just flown into a tower at the World Trade Center. I sat there in shock.

Later that morning, we asked our teachers if we could watch the news. I remember my math teacher letting us watch it for a little while and other teachers wouldn’t let us watch at all.

In the days that followed, the school played patriotic music over the intercom as we changed classes. I remember how sad it was, how sad I was, how sad everyone was.

Several years ago, I went on vacation to New York with my mom and godmother. We had plans to do some sightseeing which included Ground Zero. I was excited about seeing it but I knew it would be an entirely different feeling once I was there. Ground Zero was surprisingly very peaceful. The fountains were beautiful as were the bronze panels that held the name of every person who lost their life in the 9/11 tragedy as well as the bombing from 1993. I wandered away from my mom and godmother just to walk around and look down into the fountains and take a few pictures. I saw a man place a badge next to one of the engraved names and take pictures. I saw families placing flowers down inside their loved one’s names. I saw people lay long pieces of paper over names and use pencils to shade their names onto the paper. Then it hit me. I cried. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stand there and cry. I was completely overcome with sadness. I couldn’t help thinking what it must have been like to be working in one of those towers one minute and have a plane flying into it the next. I couldn’t imagine having to run down the stairs from 20, 30, 40, or 50 floors up only to have the building come crashing down on me. I couldn’t imagine being a firefighter, police officer or first responder and dig through the debris to try to find survivors or the deceased.

While I very much enjoyed visiting the 9/11 Memorial, I hope I never have to see another tragedy like that in my lifetime. I have a deeper appreciation for those who serve and protect us each and every day. September 11, 2001 will be a day that I will never forget nor will I ever forget those who lost their lives and loved ones that day.


I’m baaaack!


After a 6 month hiatus, I’m back! I admit I’ve been rather lazy with the blog. Ok, I’ve been pretty darn neglectful. I am really good at keeping up with the all the other blogs I follow, except my own. So, I’ve decided to get back on the wagon and give my blog another try.

So, let’s catch up!

Early this summer I had iLASIK done. It was one of the BEST decisions I’ve ever made. I’ve worn contacts for more than half of my life and I love waking up every morning and being able to see.

My sister and I got to take our first beach trip together by ourselves late in the summer. She and I do spend a lot of time together since we live close, but we’ve never gone to the beach by ourselves. We had so much fun soaking up the sun, playing in the arcade, eating hotdogs and cheese fries (like we did as kids) and of course, shopping. What would a beach trip be without a trip to the outlets?


Last week, my family went to the fair. I know I’m 30 years old, but I love the fair. I cannot resist the fatty fair food or the Tilt-a-Whirl. The stomach ache I had by the end of the night was totally worth it.


These are just a few of the happy little things I’ve been up to over the past 6 months and I look forward to blogging more regularly. I’ve got lots more to share with you, so stay tuned!