Oh my gosh, so sweet

This week has been a cake kinda week.



I made Collingwood inspired cupcakes on Friday night, in support of my team ACTUALLY winning. But that didn't happen. We still enjoyed the cupcakes though. I bought (most of) them to the grand final party Hubbie and I were invited to: they were a chocolate quick-mix cupcake with a dark chocolate ganache as frosting, and white chocolate melts and white chocolate bits as decoration, to give the effect of a 'magic mushroom' as the recipe called it. But I looked at it as black and white colours, (if you squint) therefore Collingwood cupcakes.

They were good.

Then we saw some of our other footy mad friends on Sunday arvo, and I received a whole plate full of leftover cakes from their grand final footy party the day before.

There was a combination of tiramisu, white chocolate cheesecake and also chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing, and white choc bits throughout it, to represent the Maggies.

YYUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

All soooooo good.

So this whole week I have been having, like, 2 cakes a day. Taking them to work, eating it with dinner/lunch.

Today I've come in to work, and it's my boss' birthday. And guess what is on one of the benches here: small little teeny tiny cupcakes.

YUM!

I've just eaten one, and thank goodness for it's size as they are so incredibly sweet. The icing is so sweet, it makes the vanilla flavoured Melbourne black tea I'm drinking not taste so sweet. And I have sugar in the tea.

Now that's sweet.

Funnily enough I was observing my bare midriff before having a shower earlier today, astonished by myself at the fact that with no willpower, and no considerate focused effort, my little womanly bump that was once my stomach has gotten smaller.

I know I shouldn't be so picky with myself (but I am me, and I'm allowed to be how I like I think) but in my dangeorus pursuit of perfection, I want to have a flat tummy. I've seen supermodels on the catwalk with a similar type stomach to mine: you know the one that has a slight bulb in the lower stomach? It's just genetics and the type of body you have. I know that. But it's still not good enough for me. And seeing supermodels like that made me feel a little better. But I'm Miss S and I'm stupidly difficult.

So should I eat more cake? Will that do it? LOL. Can you imagine the joy for women around the world "Eat more cake, you will get a flat belly!"

As much as I wished that were the case for me and my fellow women around the world, I have a feeling that it's more to do with my changed lifestyle since marriage: eating less carbs (mum used to stuff me with them), doing housework (I was a princess at home with my parents) and also the stairs at home. Yes those stairs, the stupid ones I fell down. When I walk properly and I'm not tripping over stupid slippers, I walk up and down the stairs, and I think all this combined eating differently, and being physically-active activity has done it. And an attitude of constantly looking at my midriff and saying "it's flatter."

Honestly, I do not lie, I really believe that saying postive affirmations to yourself works. But you have to take steps towards reaching your goal as well. Which in a roundabout way, I have done.

So, how did I get from deliciously sweet cakes to my stomach?

I don't care. All I care about is that I have one of my Collingwood cupcakes waiting for me in my locker, to have as dessert after my dinner tonight...... :-D

Crazy Eye Update

So, the crazy eye is still here. I thought perhaps that all the right-eye twitching was a premonition of the highly unlikely and rare, ill-fated DRAW that was seen on Saturday that my team the Maggies was a participant of, as the twitching seemed to mildly subside following that horrific event.



However after some subtle twitches, I realised it was still there.


Then yesterday, I fell down the stairs at my house (yes, I actually FELL DOWN THE STAIRS HEAD-FIRST NO LESS) but today the right eye is still a-twitching.


I don't know what to think, it's been going on for at least a month now. I'm worried that it may be a future predictor of the grand final replay on this Saturday, and going by my mum's definitions of eye twitching, that it won't be a happy ending. I just don't know whether my eye is so clever that it can actually foresee an event as huge as this one.


Or maybe it isn't anything bad..... perhaps it's even a good sign. An extremely good sign that something awesome is coming....


I did do my taxes today, and I'm getting $$$ back! YAY! It may not be heaps, but any shopping money, is good money.

:-D

Maybe my little financial windfall is the beginning of some amazing monetary rewards.

Ahhh, the shopping possibilities.

But, then again, my right arm is actually somewhat damaged (I don't know how much) from my very random fall down the stairs yesterday. Maybe the twitching was a predictor of.... that.

Ugh.

Yuck. I don't like thinking of my eye as an evil forcaster of random stupid events happening to me. It makes me feel creeped out.

Creepy crazy eye. Don't make me fly down stairs and have my team draw in the most unlikely of events.

Give me $$$.

Stairs in TV....... the regularity in the world of sitcom

Just before I was watching American Dad, and something struck me.
First it was the opener. I noticed, that during the opener, in the part when Stan (the all macho typical Dad hierarchical figure) is singing and comes down the stairs, he sings towards 2 photo frames. One is the statue of liberty and, the other is Jesus.
I thought about it a bit, thinking, "hmmm, a show like this paying tribute to religion? How odd...."
I thought about it once more and remembered how the two frames were portrayed in relation to each other. And the statue of liberty photo was much bigger than the Jesus one.
Now that makes more sense. A tongue-in-cheek cartoon slyly making remark of the typical American families greater love for its country rather than its religion.
This got me thinking to my good ol' uni days, of studying film and tv and trying to make sense of it all, discovering hidden meanings behind apparently unmeaningful and basic surroundings.
And just like that it hit me: why so many stairs in American sitcoms? Staring at me in the face, there it was, on American Dad, stairs leading down into the main living area. And without even trying I knew there were countless more out there.
I quickly did a google search, wondering if my sudden realisation had already been written about by some aspiring-professional uni student out there.
And lo-and behold, I found it: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/StandardizedSitcomHousing
On a site called TV Tropes, dedicated to the tricks of writing fiction, for many forms of media. The article I read in particle was called "Standardized Sitcom Housing." Just like the title, it observes and describes the
typical sitcom house, and gives some good examples of where this has played out and in what shows.
Along with stairs, it talks about where the front door is usually situated, along with the positioning of other entry doors, the living area, kitchen, etc. Popular shows that include this layout are Full House (an old fave!), Who's the Boss and The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
And which other show complies with this model? American Dad. A little pat on the back for me, I've still got it, my uni days aren't that far behind....
Looking into things a bit too much, can be fun :)