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Great baker, terrible writer.

And So It Begins: Renovation “Polynesian Palace”

This is the first post. I only have patience to post the outside of it right now, as the inside is …overwhelming. MAJOR understatement.

Welcome to my newest chapter of chaos. Behold the beauty….Okay, seriously. Not my steering wheel, or the trash cans. Try and look PAST the house. Yeah, that.

The Polynesian Palace in all of its 1970s glory. Yes it’s March, but why would I bother taking down the Christmas wreath that’s been attached to the siding for 3 years? It’s like a beauty mark (a malignant one.)

The humble abode is so unique that it has not one, but two front doors. Not to be mistaken for a regular double door, it is a TRUE “double door” entrance.

The gentle slope of the front yard just makes you want to run up the hill belting out “the sound of music.” The hills are alive until you bust your face tripping on the 7,000 “gum tree” balls.

Sadly, those streaks in the sky are not torpedoes shot to seek and destroy.

It is always wise to plant giant privacy hedges to block the view of the lake. I would hate for some boaters to go whizzing by and see me eating a sandwich.

More gum balls and bushes and a tree that’s about to fall on the neighbor’s roof on a gusty day.

At least the siding is in great shape. I can harvest the mold for penicillin.

Hey, your crack is showing.

I’ve seen some pretty classy patios with wood ceilings, but this gem has vinyl siding.

The not so feng shui rock garden.

Last but not least? The hanging tree, for when the bills start rolling in.

The challenge is to make everything you see in these pictures, nothing like they are now.But I have luck on my side. I found it hammered into the garage wall.

Cupcrazed on Wilson’s World

This is Cupcrazed’s 2nd year participating in the Charlotte “Sweet Tooth Festival”.

Each of the vendors participating in this event are aiding to fund raise for the Charlotte RAIN organization. I get asked for donations, participation, hand outs, freebees, and all kinds of shit every day, all day long. But not only do I love the people who put this event on, the cause is always a great one. The best part about being a small business owner? I get to choose who I give our money to. And trust me, cupcakes don’t make me much. But when I do something with my name, product and my time, you can bet it’s for a damn good reason. Everyone at this event had something wonderful for 300 guests- (that’s a LOT y’all) and these guest are not only there for goodies, but to support a wonderful organization.

Below is the link to our FOX News Rising Spot on Wilson’s World. I am amused that his coworkers thought I made him nervous. Which I may have, as I’m typically unpredictably inappropriate…..and thanks to Steve at Black Lion for thinking we were funny and not ridiculous. (I hope.)

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Cupcrazed on FOX

5:30 am, like a boss.

And thanks to Rachel, who chose us to be morning entertainment. ;) I love you as much as I love sushi, and that’s A LOT!

The event was fabulous of course, and I cannot wait to attend again next year. This is what we brought this year. Taste the rainbow!

Bahstun.

Or to everyone not from that area, Boston.

Those temperatures are completely unacceptable.

I don’t like to be cold, but wanted to see Mumford and Sons, and had never been to Boston. Tricia put her magic spin on the trip (Kelly & Heather, you will do as I say) and reminded us how “affordable” off season travel is. That is, if you don’t factor in multiple bar bills from drinking alcohol in order to stay numb enough not to care it’s below freezing all day.

Not gonna lie, the snow was pleasant and it snowed all three nights we were there. At night it sparkles and looks so charming, Tricia hollering down the sidewalk in awe, mouth gaping open trying to eat flakes, like each time was the first time she’d ever seen snow.

“IT’S SNOWIN’ Y’ALL!!!!!”

The wind was not so cute. My souvenirs all came from sporting good stores and were labeled “North Face.” Because what could be a more appropriate memento of Boston than ski wear.

Being inappropriate is kinda my thing. Give me a few bloody mary’s for breakfast after a 12 hour bender and you get this.

John Hancock’s grave. The joke is in the design of his headstone.

View from the hotel window. It even looks cold, right?

The Omni Parker House is where they “invented” Boston Cream Pie. Bringing food and history together in one place delights me. I am originally from the city known for chicken wings (and unimpressed with snow.)

Obligatory bridge shot- The Tobin Bridge and Fenway Park.

Thank you, trolley tour, because city tour buses = destination cliff notes.

We get down and dirty when we have fun, this moment resulted in us being cut off at the bar.

And finally the event we went to Boston for in the first place.

Mumford & Sons vs. Superbowl XLVI

Backtrack two months ago. TPO, KP and I were planning a trip to Boston to see Mumford & Sons, because there’s nothing smarter than going to Boston in February.

I’ve never been to Boston but I will forever remember the smell getting off of the plane. Fishsticks.

We dropped our crap at the Omni and headed out to watch Superbowl. Next to our hotel was a little pub, and through the window we saw an empty table. How a pub had any tables open Superbowl Sunday is beyond me, but I guess the disappointed Patriot fans had the I don’t give a shits that night. Our server Shay asked what the hell we were doing visiting Boston in February and we told her. Then she told us a secret.

“They’re eating in the back of the bar.”

And they were. Tricia ~~stalked~~ scoped them out first. She slinked off to the back, was gone about 2 minutes and came back WITH A PICTURE. That dirty bitch. Then I pouted like a 2 yr old for while before she took me back to say hi. I know it’s hard to believe, but I felt awkward as I interrupted this intimate moment where Marcus and Ted are hovered over giant pastrami sandwiches and guzzling a beer, and Winston & gang were laughing and chatting like real people. Tricia introduced me like they were old chums, and we chatted with some of their entourage, telling them all about how Showtime was airing their Road To Red Rocks Special and it was amazing and OMG….

They had NO idea what the hell I was talking about. So we left them to their food. For a few minutes.

Then we told Shay we wanted to buy them all a drink. Because I don’t care how famous you are, free drinks are awesome. She promptly came back and told us we could go back to see them, but the guys would not allow us to buy them drinks (gentlemen, obviously.) You’ve never seen 4 people move so fast. They had a chat with us, and we sat next to them and watched the rest of the game (while staring like freaks). Then I felt bad as they started to get “recognized”, people in the bar noticed the 4 weirdos stalking a group of dudes sitting in the back that had English accents, smoked like chimneys and were all wearing skinny jeans.

Kismet. What were the odds? This was the BEST Superbowl I never watched.