32 Cupcakes

The little things in life aren't so little.

Yesterday, I saw two men standing outside on one of the busiest paths on campus.  They were standing to the side speaking softly.  As I walked by I heard, "I pray also for your Spirit to wash over him and strengthen him".  That was cool-- people completely tuning out the crazy business around them, completely dedicated to the intimate moment they were sharing with the Creator of the Universe.
Today, walking to class I saw a Boston Terrier running around with a stick that was bigger than him.  Chased by two larger puppies, they were having a blast.  It's so easy for dogs to be happy-- and thankfully for us, its contagious.
And now, in lecture I was nearly falling asleep.  Today one of the T.A.'s is lecturing and his voice is like a sweet lullaby.  "Racism is prevalent...blah,blah,blah.. this study......"  Suddenly the side door opened up and three or four guys came in with nerf swords and proceeded to fight across the front of the lecture hall.  Another guy videoed the ordeal while a couple of the "students" in the lecture stood up, took their shirts off and ran away screaming.  The substitute took the ordeal pretty well while the class muffled laughter.  Yeah, it's definitely the little things.

Car troubles and other things led me to a mood of frustration late Sunday.  I figured retail therapy was out of the question (seriously, malls close early) so the next best thing was in order-- cupcake therapy.  I was bored with making the same cookies so I found a recipe for something new.  An hour later, I was the proud baker of apple cinnamon cupcakes with brown butter carmel icing.  (Check out this site, Cupcake 10.)  I made some more yesterday to finish off the diced apples (thanks to Daphne for the peeling and slicing <3) and now, two days later, my apartment has consumed almost 32 cupcakes.  We are that good.
"I know a girl who's tough but sweet, She's so fine, she can't be beat, She's got everything I desire, Sets the summer sun on fire...  I want candy" --Aaron Carter or the awesome Halloween stuffed animal from my grandma.  Personally, I prefer the latter.