Pumpkin Pie Spice Cupcakes

So, I like to bake...sometimes traditional, normal things. Sometimes things that are a little out of the ordinary...
Victoria found a blog on tumblr called Bake It In A Cake...
which is where this idea came from.
A miniature pumpkin pie baked inside of a spice cake cupcake with homemade cinnamon buttercream icing.
Turned out pretty fan-freakin-tastic if I do say so myself.
Next...Take5's inside chocolate/vanilla swirl cupcakes with buttercream & caramel drizzle.
I am a fat kid.
Don't hate.

THIS IS A HOAX

The original picture said "I'll kill you cheerleader."
Matt Brookman took the liberty of changing it to saying what every man wishes was true...saying that I love them.
Lies, all lies.
Just wanted to make everything clear :)
xoxo have a good day everyone :)
p.s.-Matt, I heard you enjoyed the whoopie cushion last night at dinner. You are such a dork.

An Overdue Thank You to Dr. Clarke

Dr. Clarke is a physical therapist & a friend of my dad's.
He helped me out a lot with my arm when I got hurt working in the warehouse at Southern States a few months back...then he helped my dad when his arm was asleep for a week and pretty much on the verge of falling off or something like that.
This was a token of our gratitude from me to Dr. Clarke...

Lesson for the day, if you're nice to my family and I, you'll probably receive a baked good of some sort <3

Most accidents happen within a mile of your home...

I've heard before that most accidents happen within either a mile of your home, or 5 minutes from your home/destination...but, I honestly never really cared or believed it.
Until Now.
My car and I have a love/hate relationship. I call it a piece of shit, it decides to hit a deer. I make sure the oil and trans fluid are good, it wants to make the engine sound like it's gonna blow at a stop. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I don't. Either way, it hates me.
Anywho, you know what they say...

"Let the good times roll..." unless the fence stops you.

Pinstripe Chris Loves Sugar-Coated Worms...

My last post was about my dad's good friend Matt Brookman.
This post is about another one of my dad's buddies, Pinstripe Chris (AKA-Piss).
Nothing exciting has happened to me, so I have nothing to write about besides other people.
It's not my fault my father's friends are hi-ho-flockin-larious and probably close to insane.

So, this morning I took my boyfriend to the doctor's so he could get his testicles checked out. Apparently they are in "fantastic shape". Not really something I care to know honestly, but he, on the other hand, was very proud.

I went to work which was no fun and isn't worth wasting any breath over.

I come home & have dinner with Kyle and Victoria (my older brother and his girlyfriend), while my dad is picking up my little brother, Shane, from guitar.

I hear a knock on the door, and what do ya know, it's Piss.

I haven't seen him in a little while, so the new "do" was a surprise to me. He has an alfalfa sprout on the front of his head. I like it now, but at first...it was just weird.

When I said "why did you do that" he just replied "...well...why not??" Short, sweet, to the point.

In the meantime, Chris is watching TV, eating a bag of sugar-coated gummie worms...and he's a LITTLE hyper.

My dad calls and says, make sure Chris eats dinner, he's been eating gummie worms all day. Don't let him have anymore. He's going to get hyper and bouncy.

So...I make Piss a plate, walk into the living room, take his gummie worms, and give him pasta. His response to this was...

"NOOOO!!! WHAT THE...?? YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE MY GUMMIE WORMS AND REPLACE IT WITH A MILLION LITTLE STRINGY THINGS WITH WHITE SAUCE AND CHUNKY STUFF!!...WHERE'S MY GUMMIE WORMS??? IT'S LIKE I'M A SMOKER AND YOU'RE TAKING AWAY MY CIGARETTES..."

Talk about a little drama queen.

This, sadly, was the highlight of my day.

Thanking you Pinstripe Chris.

Your gummie worms are in the cabinet over the stove.

If you take the marshamallows next to them...I'll kill you.

XOXO :) <3

Lesson learned today:
Pinstripers (and cheerleaders) may cause violent, uncontrolable laughter and entertainment for hours.
If you are going to hang out with them, make sure you pee first...

CHEERLEADERS DON'T HAVE BLOOD SUGAR PROBLEMS.

My dad has a friend named Matt.
Matt was at our house tonight.
I went to the grocery store and Matt asked me to get him an Arnold Palmer, then changed his mind and said "..nah just kidding, that's alright, don't worry about it..."
I come back from the grocery store, no Arnold Palmer in hand.
My dad runs up to me saying "...Did you get Matt and Arnold Palmer?? His blood sugar is dropping like crazy...he needs something now..."
I start freaking out and say I'll go back out and get him something right away...
Dad says "..bahaha just kidding..."
Matt, Dad, and Kyle start laughing.
Play a funny joke on Bethany.
Freakin' hi-ho-larious guys.
Lessons learned for the day...
1. Matt is mean.
2. Cheerleaders don't have blood sugar problems.