And the title of this post? Yeah, nothing to do with anything. It's a total non sequitur. It's just that some days, I feel like I'm really losing the rat race. And on those days, I feel like this guy:
We're moving. Yup. Again. Do you know anyone who wants to buy a townhome? We happen to have a great one on the market right now.
While this move is a bit of a surprise (honestly, we would never have bought this place if we knew we'd be packing it up in a year), at least we were able to engineer the end destination of this move a bit. We're moving back to Idaho! Woooohooo! Puttin' down roots in Boise.
Now, that being said, I'm getting really sick of questions like the following:
"Idaho? Why the hell would you want to live in Idaho? What's there besides potatoes?"
Sigh.
So much to answer there, but social convention means that I need to be polite. Ok, I guess that being known for potatoes isn't the most exciting thing in the world. It's not the worst, either. But it really bugs me when people bash places they've never been. I'm sure I've done it before, but I really am trying to be better. Once you've spent a bit of time in a place, you earn a bit of a right to bash--as long as you realize it's all subjective.
To answer all the haters out there, why am I excited to go back to Boise? What makes it better than Albany, NY (at least in my eyes)? Here we go:
The cost of living is lower.
Boise is old, but vibrant. It's had a complete renovation. It's full of life.
It's cleaner.
It's safer.
It has a ton of great restaurants.
It has a vital downtown with farmer's markets, pubs, restaurants, coffee houses, and boutiques.
There's a TON to do outside.
The hiking.
The dry heat.
The truly authentic Mexican food.
The art, the funk, the parks, the museums, the live music, Whole Foods, WinCo, and Costco.
Class dismissed.
And for all the people that say Albany is the same as the above, it just ain't so--apples and oranges, folks. But I respect your right to love this area as much as you choose--just don't step on my right to love somewhere else just as much.
Anyway, all of my Idaho angst aside, I've been busy. Like, crazy busy. Like, trips out to Boise to look at 20 homes in two days busy. Like, I just got back from a week in Anchorage for work busy. Like, we had a garage sale and a clean-out busy. Like, we had four showings and an open house in one week busy. Oh, and like, we spent a weekend in Montreal, busy. And with all the moves I've had, you'd think that I'd be able to just go with it. But I've noticed with every big change in my life, my tolerance for ambiguity gets lower. If I'm in a new situation and I don't have a plan, I stress the heck out. And since the plans are only now falling into place (the move date is three weeks out), I've been doing a LOT of stressing the heck out.
I've still been baking, though. As a matter of fact, I've been giving lessons to a young girl and her mom. She's come a long way, that 13-year-old girl. We started with basics, and on her last lesson we graduated to fondant. Want to see her first-ever fondant cake?
Isn't it cute? She did a great job. She even made the marshmallow fondant by hand.
And no, your eyes aren't deceiving you. Those are sparkles you're seeing. Aw.
I've had some other orders, too. And when I have orders when I'm hella busy like I am now (oh, yeah, forgot about the overtime at work, too), I try for ways to accomplish the most impact with the least effort. And since my piping skills are severely lacking, I tend to go for cutesy fondant stuff.
Like this cake I made for an office baby shower, for a woman who was expecting a little boy. See the little fondant booties? So cute! Velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and a couple of 10-minute booties. I call them 10-minute booties because, you know, they took 10 minutes to make.
See the laces? They never even look like booties until you put in the laces.
And this week I have a wedding cake for Saturday. Luckily, the bride is content with most of the display cake being styrofoam. Since it's supposed to be crazy hot and humid this weekend, that's a load off my shoulders.
Here's a sneak peak at the cake, with what I have done so far. Ignore all the crap in the background, mkay?
Yeah, it's a black-and-white wedding. And yeah, two of the layers are still styrofoam. But I don't have pictures of the sugar flowers hanging out on my kitchen counter. Or my new (squeeeeee!) 6-qt, high capacity, 14-cups-of-flour capacity kitchen aid mixer. Yup, for all the sheet cakes I'm making to serve at the wedding, my new mixer (and my old mixer) are going to get a heck of a workout.
Oh! And Mac is wearing a little tux, because he's an honorary ring bearer. You know how excited he is about that?
So excited!
We'll catch up with you after the wedding!
