Thursday, March 26, 2009


Just a brief little wtf.

So yesterday, as I was halfway through my commute, (which is only like 14 minutes so I have nothing to complain about,) a bus drove by with the most ridiculous ad I've ever seen.

It had a picture of a baby on it and it said "Shaking a baby shattered lives."



Then, there was a website.

Now, I don't want to sound like a dumbass, but I believe "sbs" stands for Shaken Baby Syndrome.

There is an entire website dedicated to the prevention of it.

I'll repeat that.

Apparently, there is a group of people who need explicit instructions on how to prevent shaking a baby.

They need to be told how NOT to shake a baby.

Now, I'm not saying that it's not sad. I mean, if I had a nanny shake my kid to death, I'd be at least a little annoyed. And by annoyed I mean devastated.


The people who need to be told NOT to shake the crap out of their infant probably shouldn't be procreating in the first place.

My favorite part of the website:
Shaken Baby Syndrome is100% preventable. Prevention lies in your hands.


Wednesday, March 25, 2009


I love the number of people who HATE that word.

I think its a good thing.

I am of COURSE talking about cake!

So I'm being commissioned to make a cake for a coworker's bachelorette party, and I was trying out a new yellow cake recipe. And its awesome.

I made cupcakes last night, and they are LOOKING good.

I'm quite pleased with them.

They are super... (say it with me,) moooooiiiiiisssstttt.

Sidenote: is it weird to feel like I've somewhat made it in the baking world now that I'm actually getting paid to make a penis cake?

Monday, March 16, 2009


I have a confession to make.

I, Maggie Dempsey, am a ham.

I know that this is a MAJJJJOOORR shocker, but its out there.

Last night was our improv showcase and it was a ton of fun. I made my friends and fam laugh and had a killer time doing it.

the bug has bitten again :)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Let the games begin.


So now, crush #2 is fading into the background. If that ever goes down, its going to be a much longer campaign than we originally thought. He's still tied up elsewhere I believe.


Last night, after our last class, we had our little shindig. It went SWIMMINGLY. He said the words "romantic", "date", and "soulmates" and I didn't freak out. Not even once. And here was how all of those things were said. When our table's candle wasn't lit, I asked my friend to light it for us and made some comment about ambiance. Gollum goes, "that's much more romantic. for our date." And Maggie "The Breeze" Dempsey goes, "yeah, all 12 of us." I MEAN RIGHT?!?!

So proud. **wipes away tear of pride**

Then, later, after my friend noted that I may want to give him a nudge because boys are generally retarded about picking up vibes, I made some comment about Archie comics, and OF COURSE, he knew about them. I was like "Seriously?!?! Get out of my head. Everything dorky I love, you love. Pirates? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars? COME ON. you were reading BRISINGR?!?! SERIOUSLY?!!" and I made him name other dorky things about himself. He named some generic things at first and I was like "come on, that's not even remotely nerdy." He was like "I've got to hold SOME of it back..."


Also, he was in band. Now, I don't know if you know this, but I was like a MAJOR band geek. Major major major.

And he mentioned some other dorky things I was flabbergasted over.

Then he goes "so we're like soulmates" and I said, NOT freaking out, NOT knocking him out of his chair to make out with his face, but with TOTAL COMPOSURE, "more like NERDmates".

I KNOW. Check me out. I'm feeling PRETTY proud of myself.

And now, we have our little showcase performance on Sunday, and we're all going to go out dancing afterwards. And he mentioned that he LOVES to dance. I'm looking forward to it.

and the cutest part of all involves the whole class. There were quite a few people who were like "is anyone else taking the next level?" Shyly, we decided that we would try to all get into the same class.

We're basically precious.

I'm hoping he never gets a hold of this link because he could DEFINITELY figure out it was him, but that's what you get for gushing about crushing to the blogosphere.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Green with Envy.

I am SOOO juiced for Paddy's day.
and its great, because I get to celebrate TWICE.

Sat for SHAMROCKFEST, (before which I'm having a little shindig- lemme know if you wanna come,) and Tue for ACTUAL Paddy's day.

and yes, I'm taking Tue and Wed off of work. What about it?

So juiced.

My green gear is purchased. My friend's travel arrangements are made.

Now, I just need one good beer-and-all-of-the-ingredients-for-Irish-car-bombs run and I'll be in business.


Many good pictures to follow!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Gollum update:
He was reading Brisingr, (which I love. Google that $h!t if you don't know it,) and is self-proclaimed "unsentimental."

I think I'm truly over it. Like, I carried on a conversation with him, no big deal. Would love to be friends, so we can geek out together. It ain't no thang.


**blaring trumpets**

I know, right?

I, Maggie Dempsey, actually have a crush again.

Now, I'm not going to get into rhapsodizing poetic about this guy, because it's not really necessary. I'll just say that he's ADORABLE and seems thoroughly datable. And charming. **sigh**.

CRAP. No. Not daydreaming about him in blog form. What. So. Ever.

I just wanted to talk about how GREAT it feels to have a crush again! Now, dear readers, I, Maggie, USED TO BE a serial crusher. I was. I loved everyone at some point or another. But lately, its been a bit of a dry spell. And now, I feel back in the swing of it.

I gotta tell you, it feels great.
Even though it is a roller coaster of bloated ego and crippling self-consciousness, the ride is a blast. What else in life can create the same contrast of sheer elation and absolute terror without anything illegal involved? Every little thing you do takes on a different meaning. HOURS more of your day are occupied. The debate about how to wear one's hair. The excitement of those moments of eye contact that seem to linger, even if only in your own head. The thrill and temporary panic of getting tongue-tied, no matter how eloquent you normally are. The ridiculous hair flips you remember doing hours later. Reading nuance into every possible word choice and vocal inflection.

And the daydreams. OOOOOH the daydreams. It's been so nice to have a face to picture in my woolgathering. And its interesting- I must be getting slightly more mature, (read "older",) because the nature of my daydreams has shifted. I now picture not only the EXTRAVAGANT things I always have, (riding sparklie ponies, being captured at sea by his pirate ship, frolicking in fields of posies, etc.,) but now, the actually possible has filtered into my waking dreams. Giggling as we eat the cold and burned breakfast we made together. Just going to see a movie and crashing. And even the classic getting caught in the rain and guffawing, but now set in a location I might actually be at one day.


Crush, even if nothing every comes of it, thanks for giving me something new to daydream about.

And if something DOES happen, hang on to your hat baby, because I've had some AWESOME ideas. It's gonna be fun.