I was trying to make the fabulous carrot cake that Sue Doeden used to bring in for the Uptown Caffe. I searched her website and allrecipes.com and I thought I had found one similar, but it wasn't quite the same. Still really good and moist and yummy frosting, but not as good as Sue's. I might have to email her and ask for the recipe.
I really need to clean out my purse. It's full of all kinds of crap and receipts. I technically should be switching to my plum (the color I am obsessed with right now) Winter purse, since this one is a lovely limey mint green, but the green one is just such a good size and things don't get lost as easily.
I did do a good top to bottom cleaning of my house a couple weekends ago. I even dusted and clean out my closet. Amazingly, after removing two plastic boxes of clothes from my closet it is still full, ugh.
Campaigns have been calling for me to volunteer. I feel so guilty, cause I just don't want to. Maybe if I was really excited about a candidate, but I'm more just, meh. However, Sara Palin bugs the crap out of me and Norm Coleman's ads are really horrible. So, I've agreed to do volunteer recruitment for SD 64 and door knocking for the Senate Caucus.
Anyway. It's been a while since I unloaded my camera and here are a few things I did:
Oh, Minnesota State Fair, how I love you.
The massive crowds.
The healthy food.
The butter sculptures.
The embroidery. (I never did get my entry done.)
The pretty jars of Minnesota's finest.
I miss marching band.
We got caught in a group of protesters and riot police on Shepard Rd. during the RNC. There was tear gas and percussion grenades and everything. Scary.
I caught one of the last movies on the roof of the year at Solera with Erica & Naomi. It was Breakfast at Tiffany's. Yummy tapas and $5 cosmos. The drinks and my scarf kept me warm.
We needed an updated picture of ourselves in the exact same pose. This time at Hat Trick in St. Paul. We were there with his cousin, Matt, to see his coworker's band, Rocker's Lament. They played a cool, classic rock sound.
Erica & I braved the rain to use her free tickets to the Renaissance Festival. Despite the rain, the boobs were out in full force.
I tagged along to a house party where Anthony played beer pong. It was a strange mix of college (keg beer, but free) and grown-up (brie and cherry compote). And I actually knew people who were there besides the people I came with.