I went to Zumba last night for the first time ever. Why didn't you guys tell me it's like the funnest way to work out ever? Totally kicked my ass and I loved every oxygen-deprived second of it! My class was an hour long and it was over before I knew it. (thanks again for going with me, Arianne!)
Stepmom problems! I hate when people ask how many kids I have. I hate referring to punk as "my stepdaughter" because I don't think of her as my stepdaughter; I think of her as my daughter. But if I just say "daughter" they start asking questions and then I have to go into the whole "I'm just her stepmom and you can start thinking horrible things about me now" routine.
On a somewhat related note - the Husband and I don't plan on having any babies. I just plain don't want any. But we live in Utah and we're 27 and 26 and have been married for almost 5 years now, and people act like we're doing some gigantic injustice by not bringing more snot-slobbering stink bombs into this world. If I don't want a baby, that's my business. Why do people feel the need to try to talk me into how wonderful children are? I love kids, seriously. I'm a great aunt and a happy babysitter and a seriously excellent stepmom. I just don't want a baby of my own.
I'm addicted to conversation hearts. Just needed to get that out there.
I am officially a licensed insurance producer in the state of Utah. How cool am I? I know, super cool.
Why hasn't anyone cracked the CPK butter cake recipe yet? I went again and it's every bit as delicious as depicted in my dreams. But I cannot find the perfect recipe. It's got some sort of cheesecake-like layer on the top, possibly a baked custard? And a sugary, crumbly crust. I can't figure it out. I just know I crave it all. the. time.
Now I feel like baking.