A Day in the Life

So... I don't know if you know this, but I aim to please you guys. Sure, I blog endless cakes because I like to bake and I like to write, but... really... if I'm being honest with myself, I know that I blog all kinds of tasty treats for y-o-u.

And though this blog is now pretty much devoted to food stuffs, it didn't start out that way. I started this blog completely without capitalization or a theme of any sort. I blogged about my day or someone else's. I blogged about moving away from my friends two years ago and I blogged about why I liked blogging. As you might assume, I didn't have many readers at that point. I'd say there were probably 3. And that's being generous.

I guess I had been blogging about a year when I wrote my first post about food. From that point on it's a long and probably uninteresting story, but I'll just say that it seems that you guys most enjoy posts about food.

BUT...

Recently some readers have asked me to post about my personal life and to include pictures. Of me.

So here we go... a post about me. Completely free of dessert.

A (Semi)Normal Day for Amanda, Summer 2009

Monday mornings start with Wilton classes, so those mornings are quite hectic. There is a lot of running, flailing, and general messing about the kitchen before I shower in a frenzy, throw on some clothes and run out the door, having forgotten at least one thing.


All other mornings, though, start with bad hair and cereal.

After a glorious bowl or two of something fantastic (this morning it was Island Vanilla Kashi), I shower and debate over the perfect costume for today.


I don't usually take a myspace quality mirror pic, but... for you... anything.


This day, like many, I headed to my favorite little coffee shop and sat down with coffee and the current read. However, there were a couple of things that went down a little bit differently than usual. First, I drank iced coffee instead of hot. Second, as I was pouring skim milk into my coffee, a twenty-something there with her boyfriend told me she liked my "really cute outfit" and as a result, I ended up spilling a bit of milk on the counter. Typical reaction.

Other than that, the coffee shop visit was same as it ever was.


I left the coffee shop for the grocery store where I bought another strange collection of things needed for a baking project. Pina Colada mix and three boxes of pudding-free yellow cake mix... and apparently the face that those ingredients require. :)

About 5:30 the family starts trickling in and then the day is no longer my own. I don't remember what we did for dinner this night, but it doesn't matter since I promised you a food-free post anyway.


This pink t-shirted night I, very untypically, ended up at a karaoke bar where I was blessed by the song stylings of a fellow named Cookie. (Click through if you dare, but don't say I didn't warn you.)

This summer, regardless of whether I spend my days on the beach, in the coffee shop, or stressing over job applications and the like, my nights end pretty predictably. Without an ounce of regret, I can tell you that I spend my evenings with four of the hottest ladies in Miami.


Tonight Dorothy got married. Again. And she wore the most structurally devastating dress I think I've ever seen. The toilet paper roll deep-V is really something, isn't it?

And now... before Rose and Miles finish their conversation about moving on after previous marriages, I'm going to turn in. It's been a long day.