Babycakes Yum

I think I died and went to heaven and it is dark chocolate and dense and fudgey. I saw a plaque in a chocolate shop that said "If there is no chocolate in Heaven, I don't want be there" I have to say I completely agree. I love chocolate. LOVE.IT. I have been shunning wheat and sugar once again due to my allergies. This really cuts into my chocolate affair. We need each other. We love each other. We might be star-crossed lovers. Is that over the top? Whatever....
Uggg its not fun.at.all.
The End.
But I heard about a vegan, gluten free, mostly sugar free cookbook over at GOOP. I love GOOP! Anyway the cookbook is Babycakes. I love it. I have made the banana bread a few times and it the best banana bread ever. I have also made the chocolate cupcakes and I kid you not they are the bomb! So good. I have eaten at least 8-9 but who cares they're healthy. Stop judging me. I have been clean for 6 weeks. I needed a fix. If you have allergies you need this cookbook. Or if you want to gorge on delicious healthy treats to your hearts content, you need this book. Plus she has testimonials from famous peoples who have allergies and love her stuff and that will make you feel totally fabulous and part of some exclusive club. I can't wait to try more of the recipes.
P.S. Be fore warned....I tried the frosting and was not in love but the cupcakes are so good I don't care.

Wishing

Oh, I would just die to have a closet like this. Organized to the T and soooo beautiful. Maybe one day...

Dads, Selfishness, Oceans, and the Me Show...

About 75% of the time I can appreciate that fact that Daniel lives an ocean away from me. I enjoy the space. He is intense. And I am not going lie I am selfish. I like Presley all to myself and I can pretend all is well and I don't have to share her. Sooner or later reality rears its ugly little head and I have to ship my favorite little person across an ocean and share her with her Dad. Of course I know the importance of Presley seeing her Dad and having a good relationship with him and vice versa. I am just speaking totally selfishly right now. Only my side of the story. Its my life, my blog, its about me.
Unfortunately its that time again. She left about a week and a half ago. I miss her. I hate it. I try to make the best out of it. The more crap I fill my day with them less time I have to miss her (in therory). I spend a lot of time exercising. I am training for a 1/2 marathon. I am trying to read like crazy, clean and organize my room, and get some sort of life plan (which I am actually making headway and a decision). At the end of the day I still miss her. Its makes me cry. I miss her smile. Her cuddles. The way she gets as close as she possibly can to me while she is sleeping. The way she smells after running around outside. I even miss her crazy obnoxiousness when 9 pm hits.
I spoke to her last night and she sang me an Opera song she wrote. The lyrics were: Mommy I love you so very much. It made my heart smile and this time away from her more bearable. She promised she would sing it for me the next time we talk. I might make her sing it every time we talk.

Ramblings

When I was eighteen and out of high school (ok so I was never very good at school attendance) I would wake up every morning around 8:30-9:30. Then I would do my 30 min. of TaeBo and settle down to watch my Martha Stewart . I was reflecting on this this morning and I realized I acted like a forty year old woman. Ha ha But I have fond memories of those days. It was much better that waking up at the crack on dawn to put my nose to the grind stone. Ah to be eighteen acting like a forty year old woman again. And to be back to the days were 30 min. of cardio was enough.