I would love to be wordless on a Wednesday, but hey, this is me...

Wooooooooo, two posts in less than two weeks.  

Progress!!!

It's the babiest of baby steps, but hey, getting back to your old self is a chore.  Instead of a long boring post of things I've been up too, I'm just going to flood today's post with beautiful pictures from my snowmobiling adventure I had with The Mr.  

That's right...I went sledding again.  And let me just tell you, even though it was only my second time going, and the last time was a total disaster, well not for me, but for the guy that went with us, I.WAS.AWESOME!!!!  Thanks to the years of early childhood three-wheeler riding, I was a pure natural at getting my sled up to 60 MPH, and getting her up on one ski.  That's right, I did it!  Made myself proud, made The Mr. proud, and showed everyone else how much of a Sissy-la-la I'm NOT!!!  

Now on to the pictures.

This was our Snow Pack.  We had a blast, and no injuries!!!

The Mr. and our sleds.  Mine's in the front, his is the flashy dayglo thing behind it. 

Don, checking the guest list at the cabin.

Little camp robber, eating some hot dog bun.

The Mr. in his 'douchebag' glasses, because only a douchebag wears white glasses.

Hopefully nobody runs out of gas, because it's a long walk.

With a lot of snow.

There were several giant snowballs, just hanging around all over.

Breathtaking.

This is The Mr.'s favorite picture of the day.  His three favorite things, me, his sleds and the snow.  I just might keep him for a few more minutes.

This is my favorite picture of the day.  

It just keeps going.

Hubba Hubba.

Right before the guy in the picture above, tackled me in the snow.

And that's where we'll leave it.

Until next time, stay cool!!!

You mean if I go camping, I'll get more business?

The younger and I have now done two birthday cakes.  The first, a mini princess cake and 24 cupcakes, that were to be made the same weekend we were to go camping.  We totally pulled it off, but did miss out on a day of camping for it.

This time, we planned another camping trip and a week before we leave we are offered another, bigger job.  A slightly larger personal cake, with forty cupcakes, adorned in a Hawaiian theme.  Although this was only our second "paying job"  and by paying job, I mean we get paid what we spent, which works for us, because we get to practice for free and we get out name out there.  It's a win-win, once we get better we can start trying to make a profit, but for now, were just happy to help friends out.

"Coconut drink" cupcakes.

Flamingos and flip-flops.

Surf's up, dude!

Pretty, grown up cupcakes.

Coconut bra and grass skirt cake.

Hibiscus flower toppers.  Not my best, but hey, that's why I practice.

And oh yeah!  After we got the bakery part of the day done.  It was about 6:30pm and we weren't ready for camping yet.

Did I mention that we were supposed to leave by 4 pm? 

Did I mention, I'm always late?  Always!!!!

Did I also mention that earlier that day, I went to pick up The Misters truck at the local park and ride, so that I could take it in and have the tires rotated and oil changed.  Then when I got there, my beep-beep keychain thingy didn't unlock the doors, so I figured the battery was dead.  No biggy, I think and proceed to unlock the door with my key.  HOLY SHIT!!!  The alarm goes off.

What do I do, what the hell do I do???

Wait, if I get in and put the key in, surely it will stop.  WRONG!!  It does not stop, I panic, put it in drive, and drive home, two miles, with my alarm going off every thirty seconds, stopping for fifteen second intervals.  It sucked, and for the rest of the day, if you opened the truck door, the alarm would go off.  I would then have to wait until 4 pm to take the truck for tire rotation and oil change.

Did I mention that we were making forty cupcakes and going camping??

Did I also mention that The Mister was going camping and I had to buy food for two separate camping trips and then realized that we only have ONE of everything and we now need TWO of everything.  Tent, cooler, sleeping bags, camp stove, toilet paper.  You know, the necessities

So even though it sounds like we never made it.  We did in fact arrive at our campsite at approximately 9:15 pm on Friday night.  Exhausted and ready to relax and that's exactly what we did for 2 days.

Thrilled to have her picture taken.

Equally as thrilled as her younger sister.

Why the hell won't they let me take a picture.

It never worked.

No Bigfoot, but we did see Cousin It.

Gorgeous weather.

Best.Candid.EVER

D  wrote love notes on the firewood with the wood poker stick.

D, the dog and I slept in this..  Just so you know, it's a 5x7 tent.  5x7!!

Cool fungus.

The always beautiful, Skookum Falls.

Finally, I got a pose.

So, the moral to today's random assortment of proof that I do have ADD is, that every time I plan a camping trip, a baking job comes up.  I think I'll plan another one soon.

Tutu's, cupcakes and camping. Oh my!

It seems like an eternity since I've been on here, but in all reality it's been like five days.  Although, that is the longest I've gone for quite some time without even sitting here and working on something, anything, I haven't even bought a single needless item in like a week.  Wait, that's a good thing, right?

I haven't just been lazing around with my time, though.  Oh no, I've been a busy bee.  Friday and early Saturday involved making a tutu for a very special princess, then baking and decorating, with the younger, one small cake and twenty-four cupcakes for the princesses birthday party.

Pretty Princess Tutu

Pretty Princess Chloe.

Aren't they lovely.

Princess cupcakes.  Really blurry ones.

Frog cupcakes.  You may be a frog now, but someday you'll be a prince.

Princess cake.

After delivering the cake and tutu on Saturday morning, it was a dash to get back to the house, finish packing our stuff, then the car for the eighty-five mile drive to our camping destination.  Salmon La Sac, just outside of Roslyn.  If you've ever seen or heard of the show, Northern Exposure, Roslyn is the mock Alaskan town, they filmed in.  Well if you drive about fifteen miles passed there, you're smack dab in the middle of beautiful surroundings.

It was my first Memorial Day camping trip in ten years, and I have to say, it's just as crazy as it was a decade ago.  If not crazier.  So crazy in fact, that my camera stayed hidden for most of the time, for fear of it getting alcohol poisoning or talked into fire walking.  I did take it out in the daytime for a few shot of the awesomeness that is Mother Nature.

Such a happy camper.

The view from the campfire, minus the water.

 

More of the campsite.  The "hotel" campers.  Wait, is that Bigfoot walking behind that tree?  Oh, no, it's just Brandon.

I honestly can't believe that the tarp didn't melt, with the size of the fire that was under it.

Not so happy camper.  Hasn't had her coffee yet.

He played himself out in about an hour.

Hippy in the woods.

I have no words for this, except, I'm sorry.

Don't let the beauty fool you, that shit's cold.

Came home from camping a day early, eighty-five miles back home, twenty-four hours later.  But that's okay, I had all day Monday to hang out with The Mister and listen to him tell me how much he hates it when I'm not here to cook for him, or make coffee in the mornings, and that I should never leave him again.

Then I make him coffee and breakfast and all is right again.

Rock on!
Marisa