This site remains my personal site — an outlet for me to rant, rave, bitch, bemoan, praise, pout, and post. Of course, since this site stays “personal,” I still have the other sites for my other writings. You know, non-rants about politics, Target, and places I won’t post pictures of two bears holding hands.
I do. I honestly do. Writing for me is a release. From getting something off my mind, off my chest, or out in the open, writing can help me reduce stress, think something out, or help express something I’m focusing on.
I really want to write more often. I really want to exercise. I really want to do a lot of things. Right now, my limitations on completing my wants are limited by time. There’s only 24 hours in a day… some days I don’t even spend 3 of those sleeping. But this isn’t a pitty post. This is a wake up call.
In case you haven’t realized, Yeni and I have opened a bakery in Gainesville, FL. We’ve named it Dream Day Cakes and, well, you MUST COME BY! First, let me tell you a little story.
Once upon a time, in the land of North Central Florida, there lived a boy named Fred Posner. Fred, a large, rotund, bald boy, loved eating, riding motorcycles, and living la vida loca. Not so much listening to La Vida Loca but actually living it.
Saturday, Yeni and I will be celebrating our first wedding Anniversary. Of course, we could think of no better place to go than Disney World — after all, we go there quite a bit (Florida Annual Pass has it’s privileges). Anyway…
Yeni’s always been fascinated by these beautiful cakes that have become popular. She watches Food Network non-stop and just loves that cakes can be very custom and yet very beautiful. When we got married in May, she had made a stuffed mini-cake, as our wedding was very small and we wanted to keep costs down (plus she didn’t know I had a surprise Courtney Clark cake waiting for us 🙂 ).
Luckily, around Christmas time, Yeni decided to try and make these cakes on her own. The good news? She’s amazing. I know I’m biased, but it is awesome to see her make these cakes. The bad news? The cakes don’t just look good, they taste REALLY good. And of course, this means that it’s been even harder to lose this big ol’ gut I’m carrying around. Ugh. Plus the house always smells incredible, so I’m consistently hungry… but I digress.
My wife has been baking like a woman possessed… and let me tell you. These cakes taste even better than they look.
Makes it harder to lose weight– but it’s gooooooood.
We’re packing away… although “we” is mostly just Yeni; who is packing like a woman possessed. We’re heading out on Wednesday and looking forward to a change of view. We’re trying to spend as much time with family and friends as possible — taking the time to eat at out favorite spots “one more time” as well as try some new places we had neglected.
While working away, managed to post some quick words:
- VoIP Tech Chat: Blackberry desperate? RIM announces FREE Blackberry Enterprise Server Express
- Team Forrest: SIP Response Codes (just for a quick reference)
- Fat Freddy Says: Updated Review for Nick’s Original House of Pancakes, Ann Arbor