Bunt Cake

Almond bunt cake prior to receiving an almond glaze.

I have been to a few dinner parties in my time, but Monday night Mike and Matt hosted ,by far, one of the best. I can't quite pinpoint what it was that made it so memorable. The food was fantastic. It was, of course, served in courses. Perhaps, it was the perfect group of six people. I was responsible for dessert. I tried my hand at Bunt cake. Unlike, the first time I made a traditional round cake the bunt cake turned out great! Hey, I need a cake blog!

Last night, while waiting at the end of a jet bridge for an airplane to arrive I caught myself humming a familiar but distant song. The song was I've Never Been in Love Before from the musical Guys and Dolls. I was a puny cast member in my high schools version of Guys and Dolls when I was a freshman. I just could not get the damn song out of my head, so of course I rushed home to itunes and bought the album. Feeling rather nostalgic... I also downloaded City of Angels which was the musical I was in my sophomore year. Musical theater is so gay, but I just can't help myself.

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland   "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
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Pandora

I love this site!

Am I totally behind the crowd? My work buddy Lisa, who is hipper than hip, told me about this great site. It's basically a personal radio station. All you have to do is enter an artists name or the name of a song and it will find similar music and continuously play. You can filter songs out that you don't like and the program will recalculate a play list. I love it!

The complete collection...

of pictures from Rebecka's visit to Denver.

I think next year I am going to take St. Patrick's Day off. Working on St. Patrick's day is like every other day at the airport... everyone complains about their seat assignments and delayed flights, but they are all accessoriezd with green.

I went over to Smay's after work. She had a little party going. Kenny's mom was there, so I got to see where Kenny came from.

After everyone passed out I watched the movie Airport. It was filmed at Minneapolis airport, so it was very cool to see scenes of the main terminal packed with people circa 1970. The airline industry was so glamorous. A far far cry from the perils it is in today. I wish I could go back in time and experience the industry when it was at its prime.

728 days

Daniel and I went out for a couple of beers last night. We went round and round about going somewhere different and/or interesting but still ended up at the Wrangler. We are so predictable. I enjoy going out Sunday nights... It seems to mostly be downtown folk or just raging alcoholics clinging to the last remnants of the weekend. The Wrangler can be extra special on Sunday nights because of their beer bust which is hosted on Sunday afternoons. Usually, although not the case last night, by the time Daniel and I get there around 11pm there are a few beer bust stranglers*... yeah, and it aint usually pirrty. Last night it was really clean in there. The beer bust crowd was gone the late night downtown fags were moved in. There was, however, this one drunk guy that kept spilling his gin and tonic everywhere... I only know what he was drinking because the bartender kept refilling it when he would spill it... um why? I asked him why he was so drunk. I couldn't tell if he said he had been at a Lebanese or lesbian dinner party.

* although I meant stragglers... I accidentally typed stranglers and thought it was funny because it rhymes with wranglers.

Daniel told me about this story:


I have so many questions. Apparently, I am not the first person to be slightly obsessed about this storey. You know how old people always say shit like "oh, the good old days" then they sigh. Its annoying and cliché right? Ya know.... I don't think this sorta sitting on a toilet shit happened in the good old days. Perhaps, I am beginning to appreciate the sentiment of the good old days. Ok, I'm totally babbling. After hearing about this story from Daniel I began to interrogate him. Interrogate may be a harsh word, but the lighting at the Wrangler is perfect for interrogation. He finally cut me off and directed me to OMGBlog. Here are a few of my questions:

1. What the fuck?
2. Why would you wait TWO years before calling someone? There was a long discussion last night about the proper amount of time to let someone sit on the toilet before calling the authorities. I think the final decision was about 48 hours.
3. Are her relatives really that bad? Why not just lock the door and pretend to not be home.
4. About the skin growing around the toilet seat... uhhhh!
5. How many books did she read while sitting on the toilet? Yes, I saw the video and yes I understand these sort of people don't generally read, but c'mon what would you do if you were on the toilet for two years?

I have so many more questions to be answered.

Stuff White People Like

Rebecka (aka Flowerhead & Flower) made it back to NYC. Above is her flight path back to La Guardia.

Ruth has been obsessing over this web site... with good cause. Stuff White People Like is fucking hilarious. My favorite entries.. so far.. are: Manhattan (now Brooklyn too!), Expensive Sandwiches, Gentrification (which I have recently decided I am opposed to), Threatening to Move to Canada, Hating Corporations and Outdoor Performance Clothes.

Lazy Saturday feels like a Sunday

Bloddy Mary


Some random decor at The Dish Bistro


Truffle Oil Fries at The Dish Bistro


Tasting Truffle Oil Fries


Rebecka (aka Flowerhead & Flower) and Kaiya on the stage at Red Rocks Amphitheater

More Flower

Our 2007 Prom pose... more on this later.


Dinner at Steubens. Flowerhead enjoyed the lighting... oh and the food too.


Posed Candid


I long to be a Iron Chef judge.


After dinner drinks at Spot.


Flower in the window at Brittany House Manor.

Back to our roots.

Rebecka (aka Flowerhead & Flower) arrived yesterday from NYC. Seeing as we are both from Minnesota we decided to make a jello dessert. We decided on Lime Coke Jello Salad.





Notice my new bench impulse purchase (the piece of furniture we are sitting on). It's very exciting. Here is the recipe for Lime Coke Jello Salad:

1(6 ounce) package lime Jello plus 1 cup boiling water
1 cup regular Coke (we assumed cola)
1 (10 ounce) medium bottle maraschino cherries, drained and chopped.
1 cup pecans, chopped (we decided that next time we will leave this step out)

Dissolve Jello in hot water. Add Coke, cherries and pecans. Place in serving dish. Refrigerate until firm.

Enjoy!

Republicans

I think we should move all registered republicans to Florida and then cut it off and let it sail out sea.

I know I am not the most informed voter in America, but I listen to NPR and I check facts out before I bloviate about politics. I feel sorta bad and judgmental for what I'm about to write, but I really seem to form a strong opinion about someone once I have learned their party affiliation. Am I alone with this? There really is nothing like that warm gooey feeling you get when you find out someone is a democrat. I remember back in the 90's when I didn't even think about Democrat vs. Republican. Don't get me wrong here... my parents taught me from a young age that republicans are misguided imbeciles. Back in the day there was no warm and gooey feeling... in fact there was not feeling at all. I didn't judge people on the color of their party, but now.. well now.. is a whole different story. Maybe it's this war. Maybe it's our president who hasn't quite mastered the use of the English language. I just don't like republicans.

Let me explain the origin of my rant. I am, of course, a Clinton supporter. These are trying times. I am happy to see a Barack supporter because thats one less McCain supporter, but I am happier when I see a Clinton supporter. Ok, so I was chatting/arguing with one of my lovely yet naive coworkers about this picture:


She, of course, believes that based on this picture Barack is not a patriot. "How can we trust a man that doesn't hold his hand to his heart during the national anthem?" she asked. Unfortunately, it would seem that we are living in a world where people not only pass judgment on the color of your party, but on content of your email forwards. Either way... it got me thinking about proper etiquette during the national anthem this is what I found...