Hocky, Beer & Cottoncandy

Last night, I attended my first hockey game. Ever. It was FUN! We went with our friends, Ken and Nancy Derby. We don't get to see each other often, but when we do, we always have a great time.

 

Let's get this party started!

 

 

We had supper at a great little place called, Acapulco.

 

 

Tim got to wear a special sombrero because he was the birthday boy.

He also was given a wonderful dessert, which we made him share.

 

 

On to the game!

We had great seats and didn't miss a thing.

 

 

They played dodge ball.

It looked very painful.

 

 

They shot t-shirts into the crowd.

I wasn't a winner.

This time.

 

 

Everyone (who paid) threw hockey pucks in the hopes

of it landing on a prize. I'll have to buy one of those next time.

 

 

 

 

After the game we headed to "The bar."

Yep. That's the name of it.

Tried a little pink stuff.

 

 

And a little green stuff...

Had a little too much stuff.

 

 

This was our waitress. Ms. All That.

Well she thought she was anyway.

I was worried she might sneeze

and really let it all hang out!

(She didn't. Thank goodness.)

 

 

She brought Tim a glass of cotton candy.

 

 

 



Which we made him share.

 

 

Every now and then, they would light the bar on fire.

Now, how cool is that?

 

 

When we got back to our hotel, there was a pajama party going on!

These girls were a riot!!

 

 

 

They even found the birthday boy a piece of cake.

Which we of course made him share.

Who knew hockey could be so much fun?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Let Them Eat Peanut Butter Cake!

It's no secret that I'm just not a baker. I have a little trouble following recipe's and I only have two or three recipes that ever work for me. But that doesn't stop me from pinning 3,467 beautiful, mouthwatering pictures of baked goods, recipes included, on Pinterest. I love peanut butter and one picture that I had pinned of frosted peanut butter cake, just wouldn't leave me alone. It kept calling my name until I finally broke down and I just had to try it.

It knows my name.

So, I skimmed the recipe and thought I had all the ingredients and set to work. When I got to the sugar amounts, I was blown away. (I didn't look at the amounts when I was skimming.) It called for 77 cups of brown sugar and 88 cups of white sugar. O.k. maybe not quite that much, but close. Since it was Friday and I am going to start my diet on Monday, I decided to keep on going anyway. Sugar be darned. Then I got to the ingredient, buttermilk. I don't believe in my lifetime, I have ever purchased buttermilk. But, I wasn't going to be discouraged. I simply hopped on Pinterest and typed in, "buttermilk substitutes." Low and behold, did you know that adding a little lemon juice to milk will give you buttermilk? I just happen to have both milk and lemon juice. So, after making homemade buttermilk, I was able to keep on going. I was a little worried how it was going to turn out, as every time I add or subtract or substitute an ingredient in a recipe, I end up with glop or glue. The cake mix looked pretty good and it poured right into the pan, smooth as melted butter. (It should. There was a whole freakin' stick of it in there!) I popped it in the oven and baked it according to the directions. When the timer dinged, I stuck a toothpick in and it came out clean. The top also bounced right back all nice and spongy like it was suppose to and miracles of miracles, it wasn't lop sided! (For some reason, all my cakes come out looking like a tidal wave.)

Isn't it beautiful?

I was so happy with my cake, but I still had this feeling of dread though, when it came to making the peanut butter frosting. I just didn't think that with my cake being so perfect, that the frosting would turn out well too. That was just asking too much from the baking fairies. Ya know? But....look!

I know. I'm blown away too.

The recipe said to pour the frosting onto the warm cake. My frosting didn't exactly pour, but it did spread very nice and easy. I thought for sure it was just going to melt into a messy, watery, glue on that warm cake....but...look!!

This is my cake!!!

And guess what??

It tasted wonderful!!!

I just love a happy ending.

Well...there's one more thing.

I was so busy reading the recipe, that it wasn't until I was half way through, that I even noticed what was printed at the top of the page.

Crap.

I like to think that I am beyond that, and I have no worries. But I sure would hate to be one of those freaks that you see on the Maury show. I can just see it now...

"She got knocked up at 85 and didn't know it!

She says it was the....peanut butter."







Welcome To The Neighborhood, Dude!

Had a little scare today. I was looking out my window for the UPS guy and this guy was standing in front of my house, in the street, leaning on a suitcase. Normally, I wouldn't give it a second thought as there are all kinds of crazy living in our town now. But, since it was 40 below and he was walking with a friggin' suitcase...well, my little red flags started waving. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots from my windows. Whatever was in the suitcase was super heavy as he could only go a few yards, before he had to stop and rest. I put these pictures on facebook, hoping someone would recognize him and give me a reasonable reason for hauling a suitcase in the dead of winter, down the street. No one knew him. Some thought I should call the police. I wasn't sure if it was police worthy, but was a little concerned because if he was homeless and if he knew the house next door was vacant...well...ya know? So, I did call the cop shop. I told the dispatcher what I saw and asked if she could tell the big guys and if someone could keep an eye on my corner as we were going to be gone a few days. She called me back a little later and informed me that the police had followed the suitcase tracks to a house (I do not know which house) and that they knew who he was, and he had just moved here. Sigh of relief. Another post was made on facebook to update everyone, and then someone posted that they had seen the guy in the grocery store and that he had bought a ton of groceries. So, that explains the heavy suitcase and stopping to rest. Well, that's small town livin'. Ya ain't gonna get away with nothin' around here. Welcome to the neighborhood dude, from the crazy lady down the street!