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I don't like cake pops. To put it frankly, they are disgusting and they creep me out. The thought of eating a piece of cake that has been rolled around in someone's hands into a circle and then covered in fondant is not appealing to me in the least. (Fondant is a whole 'nother disgusting ball of wax all by itself.) It reminds me of how little kids like to take the crust off a piece of Wonder bread and roll it in a ball and eat it. Yes, I did this as a kid. It's not the only questionable thing I did as a child. Then I saw some cake pops in my current issue of Martha Stewart Everyday Food. They used a circular cookie cutter, then covered it with chocolate. I can get behind that cake pop. I don't judge you for enjoying a cake pop or enjoying making cake pops. That is your decision and yours alone to make.

I'm not really into the whole fancy cake/cupcake thing anyway. Cupcakes are so 2008 anyway. Pie is the new cupcake, I hear. I'm not sure what the new pie is. For me a cake isn't about being pretty or exotic or being motorized in some crazy fashion. It's about finding a way to get frosting into your body so you don't have to sit there with a tub of Betty Crocker Supreme. I watch some of those cake shows on TV occasionally . But I wouldn't eat anything they make. Take Ace of Cakes, for instance. Do you really want to eat a cake decorated by a graphic artist who thinks he or she is making an edible work of art? I have my doubts about the cleanliness of those places. Way too many power tools involved and wood and cardboard...and rice crispy treats masquerading as cake under that fondant. Not right at all.

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I have so little to write about lately. I'm just doing the day to day tasks with my family and studying for school. Things are happening, but nothing that seems worth blogging about. Last night I had a dream. Actually, this morning, right before I woke up. I dreamed that I volunteered to make lunches, and deliver them, to every kid at every elementary school in the Jordan School District. I don't even live in the Jordan School District. But I was feeling overwhelmed at the task before me. Thousands of lunches had to be made and delivered and it was 11:30 already. I was never so grateful for Brent to wake me up and kiss me goodbye for work. I was so happy I didn't really have to make all those lunches, and so happy I wasn't really so stupid as to accept such an impossible job. How dare they even ask a person to do such a huge task, by herself, in one morning?

In other news, I had a scratchy feel in my eye for a couple of days so I went to the eye doctor on Monday. Apparently I have small pit on my eye that is filled with bacteria. Nice. I have to put antibiotic eye drops in my left eye for a week. To keep the pit from burrowing into the center of my eye and making me need my eye surgically removed. (Slight exaggeration here.) The eye drops drip down my sinuses and I can taste them in my throat. Eeew. You didn't want to read that, did you?

Things That Have Attacked Me In A Dream

bears
sharks
snakes
dinosaurs
ducks
mutant dogs with long curvy fangs
squirrels
chipmunks
bad guys
Russians
dogs
bear cubs (they didn't actually attack me but where bear cubs are,
momma bears are right behind)
terrorists
more dinosaurs
alligators
spiders
bugs
monsters
aliens
bees

What does it all mean? I never should have read Jurassic Park back in the early '90s....

I Palindrome I

I've decided I don't have enough stupid pointless stuff on my blog. Yeah, I have some. But is it really enough? And can you have enough? So I don't know why I was thinking about this. Probably because I'm bored (I swear I'm going to go fold the laundry after this). I should be doing a birthday post for Isabella and Noah's birthdays which recently occurred. I'll get to them, there's still more birthday hoopla coming so I'm procrastinating. I don't recommend anyone out there have two kids born withing three weeks of Christmas. So when I was pregnant with Isabella we toyed with naming our kids palindromes (you know words, or names in this case, spelled the same way frontwards or backwards). I've always been a fan of the palindrome, at least as long as I have known what a palindrome is, and of course "I Palindrome I" was a favorite "They Might Be Giants" song back in the early '90s. So it almost worked out for Isabella because Anna was our #2 choice but we ultimately decided Isabella was the name for us and it suits her well so good decision there. Luckily she wasn't a boy because I wanted Bailey, after a character on the '90s drama "Party of Five". Brent would have no part of that, he kept saying the kids would call him Beettle Bailey. As if any child knows who that old newspaper comics character is. But it was a good dodge since there are so many girls named Bailey now. Brent wanted Gabriel, not after the angel or anything close to being sensible. After Gabe Kaplan who played Mr Kotter in the '70s sitcom "Welcome Back Kotter". Not because he loved that show as a kid, just for comedic value. He pictured us dressing our baby up as the guy on Halloween in a little corduroy blazer with a black curly wig and mustache. Apparently we found out Isabella was a girl before we were able to take the boy name thing seriously. So anyway, here is my list of Top 10 Palindrome Names I could have named my kids:

Anna~almost happened
Ava
Ada
Anana~because it means pineapple in French
Elle
Emme~pronounced Emmy
Hannah
Kerek
Level~because it'd be just plain weird
Otto~because J. Otto Seibold is the cool author of the "Mr. Lunch" books and "Olive The Other Reindeer"

Okay, I'm going to do the laundry now.
Seriously.