My Weekend Story…

I spent the last few weeks planning for this weekend. So much happened! Between working my actual job, attending training sessions at the gym, visiting friends and shopping for all things sweet things got a little hectic. Not complaining one bit because this is what I truly love to do. I have been so inspired lately by my everyday life I was so happy to let in show in my cakes this weekend.

Here you will find some photos of the wedding cake and baby shower cake I did. My first ombré, woo!





Everyone loves a little Fate Tire…or at least they should!


Was able to attend the wedding with one of my most favorite people in life.


Today I’m relearning what it’s like to do nothing but workout, sip coffee, watch movies and online shop. Oh how I have missed these kinds of days. Bliss.




Happpppppy Monday

My Weekend Story…

The Trip of “First’s”

My heart was racing, hardcore. The Dramamine clearly had not kicked in yet. The people were swarming all over the place, some looking very antsy, some tuned out listening to who knows what kind of music, all the while the kids in the background threw out a “MOM! DAD!” here and there. I was boarding a big jet plane and I couldn’t have been more excited or scared at the same time. The day I had waited several terribly long months for was finally here.





Eight days in beautiful CO were absolutely the most perfect eight days I could have ever imagined. From the first moment off that plane waiting for half an hour for my lovely friend, Ryan, to a small walk up the mountains in sandals, terribly bad idea, and to the mini freak out session due to a 1% battery life all the while being SO lost I literally thought my life was over, nothing was able to put a damper on my trip.

Breakfast. Pizza. Beer. By far, the top three things consumed. Not mad about any of my food decisions. My trainer, probably has other thoughts…sorry, not sorry.








People in CO are genuinely rather happy. (I feel that the obvious probably doesn’t have to be stated) Everywhere you go people are active, out to grab a drink or a bite with friends and the conversations are nothing like the boring old news you hear on the radio. People say “Hiiiii, have a nice run” to you as you are running on down the neighborhood street looking far from your best. The Colorado flag is flown with pride, everywhere. People are there because they want to be there.





I can’t even begin to tell one how many new things I did on this trip. Being on my own during the day I had many hours to explore, talk to people but most of all I was able to enjoy brunch. I could eat brunch food ALL DAY LONG (and pizza…I’ve got a fully belly of it as I type. Whoops.).

The major day of “first’s” happened Saturday. Beginning bright and early, Ryan and I hit the road at 7:30. Two dozen donuts. Iced Coffee. Beer. Gatorade. Water. Protein Bars. The essentials, obviously. First stop, Boulder to tailgate. First time doing so. We just happened to demolish the rest of the clan in beer pong despite the fact that it was so early. Amazing. Next stop, New Belgium Brewery up in Fort Collins. This is basically all I ever wanted to do when planning this trip, really. 90 minute tour and a tasting session. Gahhhh, I could go on all day about it. Best part, besides the slide ride at the end, was the 15 min old Fat Tire that I tasted. I was in heaven. On the road again we went. By this point we are a wee bit exhausted given that it is now mid afternoon. Next stop, the Color Run back in Denver. Not exactly our brightest moment to attend this event, yet so much fun it was. We hated ourselves at the end. Let me rephrase that, our bodies hated us. It was the most perfect day in the whole entire world in the end.









Traveling to Denver twice in the last five months has made me one happy gal. I could go on and on and on about how much this trip meant to me. But I’ll spare you all my excitement, happiness and love for Denver, the people, the food, the hot spots, its beauty and so much more. One day I will call it home, very soon.


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The Trip of “First’s”

“Stolen” Summer Paradise

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Click. Step on into the darkness. Search for the light switch. Realize the removal of sunglasses might help. The smell of the air is clean but not that fresh clean scent. Note : After last night’s rush, the floors still contain tracks from the gals and boys stomping on through. A slight humming comes from the room ahead but the silence is golden. Pure bliss. No one in sight, except for that darn fly we’ve got as a “pet”. A room that holds quite a large handful of people is empty and there I stand, ready to turn that switch on to make the room come alive and ready for what the night brings. The pilots on the stove are burning, strong. The ovens cranked up to 500 degrees now. The dishwashers louder than ever. Suddenly that peace and quite changes completely. Still one person in the room although the kitchen has come to life at Valley.



Surprise packages from far away people I wished I seen more arrived today on my doorstep. Perfection. Absolute happiness. Thankssssss Ryan.


(Bek Bek enjoys a bite….after the gym)

The thought of seeing one’s favorite band at the end of the month is beyond exciting. Winning tickets to see them next year, even more exciting and completely a dream. Inside I actually have a hidden 12 year old school girl who comes out every now and then.


Spending days with a boy who creates moments that are never, ever, ever dull, over too much coffee, (intense) workout sessions, dinner dates and more…far from basic is our life when together. PS…he’s a handsome lad, whose single ;)


(Had blue hair for moment FAR too long this month)

I’ll say it again, TWENTY-FOUR you are a real winner in my book.

“Stolen” Summer Paradise