michael jordan

So yesterday morning Hunter comes bounding into the room saying got a text from his friend Larson that Michael Jordan was going to be at the D-League basketball game in Orem last night. My initial reaction was a "Pfffftthahahaha okay, yeah, right, ha" but as the day wore on, rumors were flying that he really was going to be there to challenge Brian-whatever his name is, the ex-Jazz player, to a one-on-one game. The Flash owner had invited MJ to come and settle the score (whatever animosity they had between them) on the court and the winner would receive a $100,000 donation to the charity of his choice.

So 6:30pm rolled around and curiosity got the best of Hunter and me. We didn't want to miss out on a possible opportunity to see the big man himself, so we headed over to UVU. The traffic was HORRENDOUS around the arena. I mean just baffling, never seen anything like it. So our blood starting pumping...thinking there would be no other explanation for such an exodus to the lame Utah Flash basketball game. As we finally got a parking spot and headed into the arena, it was packed (probably 10x's more than I had ever seen at one of those games), and I overhead several anxious conversations about Michael Jordan possibly being there. At about 4 minutes until the half, a voice came on the loud speaker and the crowd went WILD as he announced that "BRIAN (whateverhisnameis) IS GOING TO BE PLAYING ONE-ON-ONE WITH MICHAEL JORDAN AT HALF TIME"....I was still in disbelief. Still skeptical, but Hunter was practically bouncing in his seat. 2 minutes until halftime, another announcement- "MICHAEL JORDAN IS HERE TO PLAY BRIAN WHATEVER!" People are going crazy. The guy in front of us was practically pulling his hair out. Then the clock runs out....its officially half-time...The lights go out...strobe lights and spotlights start swirling and Bulls music is blaring...I'm officially converted to being a believer. Every person in the arena had out their cameras and phones and were screaming, wide-eyed, waiting for the basketball legend to make a personal appearance for the good people of Utah Valley. After about 5 minutes of this build-up, Brian whatever comes out in his basketball gear and starts calling MJ out..."Come out come out where ever you are!" The crowd, as you can imagine, is deafening. It's unbelievable...Michael Jordan! Here!? Then suddenly...surrounded by 5 body-guards...OUT COMES MICHA--uhhh no> that is just a fat little black guy. Brian whatever: "Well, guess he didn't show up. See ya!" And the lights come back on, music stops, and the crowd goes silent. The court is cleared. Everyone is just standing there in shock, not willing to believe that the Flash would make such fools out of their patrons.

But well, it was true. Nothin'. And this story was just about as pointless as us going to that dumb Flash game and thinking we were actually going to see Michael Jordan. Bottom line: I am baffled how the Flash owner thought he could promote blatant LIES (the rumors were one thing, and I could understand if it stopped there, but the announcements? and the build-up? unforgivable) and get returning customers. You got me, Flash, you got me good. But are you going to get my business ever again? Most likely not.

It's funny because Hunter was SO excited I practically wanted to cry for him when MJ turned out to be a myth. But he cracks me up because he is still talking about how fun it was, even though we didn't really see his childhood hero. I do love this crazy husband of mine and his perpetual good attitude.

Everybody's Fine

I know that I don't write on this blog very often and I now Aubrey does a fantastic job of showing everyone what we are up to but I thought after last night I would post a blog for all to read. Last night Aubrey and I headed out across the street to the movie theater to watch what we believed was going to be a Christmas themed movie. We chose Everybody's Fine because Aubrey is a big fan of Drew Barrymore and it had a good cast (Robert DeNiro) and seemed to have a good trailer that we had seen from watching other movies. We walked in after getting our popcorn bucket filled and our Large Mr. Pipp (really enjoying the movies) and sat in our seats.

As the continual trailers for other movies played, I thought that we had come to a movie that might not be as good as I was hoping but I have to admit that I thought this movie was a top 5 for the year of 2009 that I have seen. I don't think Aubrey enjoyed it as much as I did but I really, really enjoyed it. Without trying to spoil the movie for others, the movie is basically about a widower father that has four children that live all across the country. He was a father that always pushed his children for success and always wanted them to have the best for themselves. Because of this they would tell their mother everything (bad things) and not him. One holiday when he all four of his children flaked on him he decides he will go to their homes and surprise them. He gets on a bus and train and shows up at his chilrdren's places hoping to surprise them. Each child acts excited to see him but then makes excuses of why he can't be there with them. He then leaves to go to the next child's house. While this movie didn't have the cheer and joy that I was hoping for from a Christmas movie it touched me in a way a movie hasn't in a long time. It was very heavy, even so much so that Aubrey said she liked it but likely would never want to see it again. The moral of story and what I got out of it could be entirely two different things but I thought the movie was attempting to portray that the most important thing is not how successful you are but rather that the most important thing is family. The movie had Aubrey and I walking out speaking how lucky and grateful we were for our family and how lucky we were to be put in a situation where we could succeed. I felt inspired enough by this movie that I thought I would even post a blog about it to publicly express my gratitude for my family and my new family. I am very lucky for the people that I have had in my life and for their influence on me and in this Christmas season, the most important thing is certainly family.... not items. Merry Christmas to all, and if you get a chance, go watch 'everybody's fine'.

marshall and buggies and murder mysteries

okay i figured i better post a quick update before we go to san diego, otherwise when we get back i will just be too overwhelmed with all the things we have done in my blogging hiatus and will just quit the blogging world all together. very quick update--here comes a poorly written, probably boring post.

i surprised hunter on his birthday and we drove down to mesquite, NV, where his favorite golf course Wolf Creek is. so we were there for the weekend, laid by the pool, ate crappy Mesquite food, and enjoyed the gorgeous golf course for like seven hours or whatever it was. i tried to be a good sport and kept myself occupied on the golf excursion by driving the cart, taking copious amounts of pictures, and chasing around chipmunks.

look closely at this picture!!! thats my little chipmunk friend Marshall, who looks like a little man. he ate out of my hand and even rode in the cart with us for a little bit. i miss him.

this golf course had just breath-taking views of the red rock canyon. i have a bazillion pictures.

of course our lives have also been filled with lots of football games. my dad and little brother came out for this game, which was lots of fun because we played Utah State, whose fans are as annoying as you can find anywhere. so it felt great to crush them, although not entirely satisfying because no matter what the scoreboard looked like they didn't get any less obnoxious

so then my birthday came around and hunter spoiled me! we went up to salt lake and checked into hotel Monaco, went on a romantic horse and buggy ride through a park, then went to dinner at the melting pot. it was the best day ever and he treated me like a princess. oh yeah- and did i mention he bought me a cruise for my birthday? !! its a mexican cruise in may of next year, so it will also be a celebration of our 1 year anniversary.

here is a pic of us on our cute little buggy ride.

my parents flew out to visit and look at some lots in Midway. it was so much fun to have them out here, i am pretty much obsessed with hanging out with my family- could NOT be more excited for Christmas. anyway, we went to this SUPER fun murder mystery dinner at a museum in Provo. my mom was a nerdy museum worker, hunter was a mexican government worker, i was an archeologist, and my dad was the museum owner. there were 8 other people playing the game, and i ended up guessing the exact people that were the criminals! no one else got it right. i am still very proud of myself.

i am also very proud of myself for fulfilling my goal of baking something new every sunday. this past week i made chocolate chip banana bread with walnut crumbles. it was very yummy, and so great because it stays moist and delicious for like 2 weeks after its made.

Okay that is about all that is new here with a&h. now i must go clean and pack. ciao.

they put rings on it.

Well it's official, this school semester has gotten the best of this blog. sorry! BUT I will take a break from my strict study schedule (imagine I pronounced that with an English accent, so "schedule" is pronounced "shed-yewl" because it sounds cooler that way) to announce and congratulate TWO dear friends on their engagements this past week!

Alyssa and Jake

Nate and Rachel

you guys are just really adorable couples and I am excited for you to join the world of marriage. get ready for adventure!

WOW! Sorry it has been so long since I blogged, but I actually have a very legitimate excuse. We have been internet-less. Tragic, I know, but also slightly refreshing. But now that the internet is back in my life, I owe you many updates as lots has been going on in the Hartman household. Surprise birthday trips down south, football games, haunted houses, murder mystery dinners, parents visiting, and Huntskie turning the big 2-5!!! So be looking for those to come soon.

In the meantime, I am currently working on an advertising campaign for a client that I cannot disclose, but one you have all heard of! It's a huge international client that produces products that I can guarantee most of you have in your home. Cool right?

Well I need your help. We composed a survey to get a little insight into the mind of the female consumer in regards to sunscreen. Just take 5 minutes out of your precious day and you will be entered to win one of several gift certificates to yummy places! Not to mention I will be forever indebted to you.

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THANKS!

Terrible terrible terrible

Hunter is on the phone yelling at Comcast right now. They have wronged us is many ways and I am proud of him for standing up for us, poor victims of a cable monopoly. Go baby go!

Hunter

When Aubrey originally started this blog (which she has done a FABULOUS job on) she said that when either her or I posted a blog we would label our posts with either "Hunter" or "Aubrey", depending on the person that posted it. Well, considering this IS the first time I have posted on Aubreyandhunter.blogspot.com I will label my first post as "Hunter".

I know I am not a frequent poster here and I certainly am not as talented a writer as my beautiful wife is but I wanted to share an experience I had while I was in Phoenix this past week for work. As you know, I work with geriatrics and mobility related handicapped people. I was in Phoenix this past week working with a couple rookie reps that we have recently hired. They both are good reps that will have success. I went the second day with Cathy, a 57 year old woman that has been in the industry for awhile and is one of the most entertaining, crazy ladies I have EVER met. Anyways, she had a patient she got a referral for named Jose. Jose was an elderly man that only spoke spanish, and broken spanish at that because he had a stroke a couple years ago. Get this, everytime Cathy called Jose he would say he didn't speak english and hang up on her. Me, being a spanish translator in my day, called Jose. It just so happened that the Jose we continued to get was a DIFFERENT Jose than the one we were trying to reach. We had the wrong phone number. We had to talk to this guy before I left town because no one else speaks spanish in the Phx office. So we decided to just drive to the guys address in hopes of finding him.

Cathy and I managed to find the correct apartment for Jose. We talked to one of his neighbors who showed us where JOse lived. We knocked on the door and waited for 3-4 minutes for Jose to answer as we spoke to one of his friends Miguel in spanish. Cathy this entire time could not understand what we were saying. When Jose finally answered the door I started talking to him about what we were looking for him for, helping him get a new motorized chair. He said that his old one was not working and had hopes that he could get a new one and had been trying for a very long time. I started speaking my spanish with him, (which was the second time in months that I had done so, the first being the day before with another patient of the other rep). He told us how he was having such a hard time getting around his TINY apartment as he pushed his manual wheelchair to get to and from his bedroom to the living room we were in. The manual he was pushing must've been 10 years old and was something you would find at DI. When I told him that we could get him a new power chair he could use in his home and get around. He mumbled some broken spanish to me as he walked to his room to get me a phone number of a friend of his. As we continued to talk a little bit I told him that we would work through his dr to get him a power chair coverd competly through his insurance. This was when it really hit him, as he began to cry and cover his face with his hand. He was SO happy that we could get him a new manner of get around his home that he began to cry! As we said our goodbyes I realized how great of a job I really have. Not only do I have a stable, flexible job in this struggling economy but I have the opportunity to REALLY make a difference in people's lives. Hard to believe this comparison, but I felt that I was on a mission again and was leaving after a great discussion because of the way Jose reacted to what we had to say. I hope this isnt' taken the wrong way but it really hit me how lucky I am to have this great job and how lucky I am to have the many blessings that I have in my life. Jose was a 65 year old man who worked hard through his life and now lived in an apartment the size of my bedroom. He could hardly get from his bedroom to the front door and pushed his manual wheelchair as a walker to do so. An influential experience for me to see how the majority of America lives. Not only was it a good experience but it made me feel good that we could have an influence on the life of Jose. Que Bueno!

Calling all women!

Single, married, old, young, in-between old and young, tall, short, fat, skinny, in-between fat and skinny, blonds, brunettes, black, white, asian, long hair, short hair, no hair, hairy legs, long legged, long faced, sad, happy, famous, not famous, religious, non religious, conservative, liberal, agnostic, blue eyes, brown eyes, one eyed (cyclops?), extroverted, shy, creative, tan, freckled, all of you beautiful ladies!!!!

Girls, its time for a revolution. I was listening to a little radio jam like I usually do while driving home from classes, and a song came on that shocked me. Now, I am shocked easily, after all I am an active member in this extremely affected society, but this song SHOCKED ME. Talkin' about girls bodies and what they are going to do to them and things that caused me to let out an audible, dramatic groan of disgust. These perverted little boys, rapping on my radio, about us women like we are put on this earth for their viewing pleasure.

Since when do we let men talk about us like this? When did we become SO disgustingly objectified and WHY do we support these songs and movies? When did we start to feel like if we don't have a 25-inch waist or long tan legs or huge breasts or degrading clothing we aren't attractive to males? Who decided to start offering surgeries that can drastically change our God-given, naturally beautiful bodies? And when have we ever been the type of people to just sit down and take something like this? IT'S NOT OKAY GIRLS!!!

When I think about how many girls suffer from eating disorders, low self-esteem, trust issues, domestic abuse, or unrealistic image expectations, I cry. I cry for myself, my sisters, my friends, my future daughters. I cry for every girl in the world. We don't deserve this, and we don't want this. We are gorgeous the way we are, because we are intelligent and unique and strong and confident and won't put up with this.

If we don't stand up for ourselves, who will? No one. This is only going to get worse and worse. Media will keep exploiting us and trying to make money by degrading our value and creating a lustful, adulterous world.

I for one, am done. I am done with movies that show even ONE half-naked girl. I'll walk out. I am done with rap music entirely. I am done with magazines that photoshop girls until they are not recognizable as any human being I'VE ever seen. I am done with any song about cheating, lust, women's bodies, degrading dancing, strippers, or glorifying the "pimp life."

Yes, I am well aware that the industry won't miss my support. But something has to be done, and I am not going to sit around and watch the once revered and sacred woman to be turned into a fake, plastic, lust-filled object.

Hunter is watching highschool football on TV right now...

Ohhh, you guys. You guys are just the best! It brings a smile to my face every time I check out my humble blog and see all those beautiful comments. It warrants a post, dedicated to all you lovely commenters.

Last weekend Hunter and I went to the Utah State Fair...hahahahaWOW. The only way to really enjoy this traveling trash fests is to understand that the roots of this animal abusing, people exploiting, smelly, money-sucking event dates back over 100 years and has made little to no improvements in the past century. Then, and only then, it really is COMPLETELY amusing. Booths tempting you to "Come see the smallest lady in the world!" for 50 cents and "A man-eating alligator!" for a buck made me seriously wonder about humanity's idea of entertainment.

Funnel Cake. Don't want to even know the nutrition facts on this baby.

OKAY FINE I'll admit it! We DID pay the $6 to see the "Strangest Things in the World!" side show and I'll even more shamefully admit that Hunter totally loved it (I, on the other hand, was totally creeped and even teared up at the sight of the poor cow whose crime was nothing more than being born with a defect, therefore condemneding itself to a life of torture). A 2-headed turtle, a cow with legs growing out of it's back, a pig with 2 snouts, a devil baby fetus in a jar, and a totally believable petrified mermaid carcass that looked suspiciously like a barbie covered in paper mache. Hmmm.
Anyway, the highlight for me was the ferris wheel! All cute moments in movies and TV happen on the Ferris wheel. They are a magnet for relationship cuteness, and as a girl, those are the moments we live for.

a real-life horror story.

It was a dark and stormy night...I couldn't sleep because I had drank absurd amounts of Mr. Pibb right before bedtime. So while Hunter crashed into a deep peaceful sleep, I was out on the couch rewatching the season premier of Gossip Girl (duh) and attempting to do some homework (yeah right). As I lay there on the couch, out of the corner of my eye I saw something move on the balcony so I looked over and A PERSON WAS STA....no just a ladder. whew. But I did jump like a mile because I really did think the ladder was a person or a monster or both. Anyway, so I half chuckled at my paranoia, half shivered at the thought of someone climbing up our balcony. 'Did Hunter lock the balcony door before he went to sleep? Should I go over and lock the...omg I love this part when Chuck says to Blaire All I want is for you to be happy' ugh my heart is melting.' (I'm letting you inside my head here if you didn't catch that. I just really want you to think what I thought and feel what I felt, its part of the whole horror story element). Anyways so I'm just sitting there for a couple more minutes, watching, facebooking, blog-stalking, pretending to do homework, when SUDDENLY THE BALCONY DOOR SWINGS WIDE OPEN! I'M NOT TALKING LIKE CREAKS OPEN, I'M TALKING BURSTS OPEN SO HARD IT MAKES A DENT IN THE WALL! I sat there literally paralized with fear, staring out the door at the black abyss just waiting for the person-monster to come take me away forever, my eyes wider than when I see a commercial for McDonalds on a fast Sunday. After a few terrifying seconds I snapped to my senses and literally ran like the person-monster was at my heels to the bedroom and jumped on Hunter and I think screamed a little too loud for him to wake up. He was very groggy so he zombie-walked to the balcony and shut the door but I knew in my heart it was too late, the monster was inside. When he came back in the room he grumbled "it's a really windy night" and fell back asleep. I'm sorry, did I miss something here? Since when does the wind turn door knobs? Especially sticky door knobs that I always have trouble opening in the first place? This story is full of holes. Seconds later, my supposed knight in shining armor was snoring and I was left to keep watch for the rest of the night.

THE END

labor day and rope swing and golfing

A few photos from our Labor day adventure. Quick overview: woke up, went to Ihop, went to the rope swing in Mona with some friends, went and got humburgers from a little place in Nephi, then went to the driving range so Hunter could teach me to golf. Summer went out with a bang!

Rocks and comments and gizmo

May we talk frankly for a moment, bloggers? Now I don't want it to look like I am fishing for comments, which I am, but I don't want it to look like I am, but being the primary and only contributor to a blog that rarely gets commented on is frightfully dull. It's like talking to a brick wall. Or fishing for hours and hours and not catching anything. Or spending billions of dollars to create a gizmo that will fly around mars looking for life forms only to find there are no life forms to be found, or doing your science fair project on the porosity of rocks and after several months of watery research find that your scientific methods were too superficial to conclude there was any difference in the porosity of various types of rocks, but you end up getting 1st place anyway, because you fabricated the results, but come on you were in the 5th grade and you felt a lot of pressure from your Dad to do well so you cannot be held responsible for these actions, and you have already repented.

All I'm sayin' is if you could shoot me a validating comment every once in a while, even if all it says is "Aubrey this was an extremely tedious and/or superfluous post," it would just be the icing on my blogging cupcake.

Harmon's and cheese and mushrooms

Gosh i love Harmon's Grocery. They just have the best stuff. Today was just a regular grocery trip, but I made it exciting by sneaking some expensive indulgences into the cart (i just tried to spell that "kart"...i think its time for me to lay off the mariokart) like cheese from Germany ($3.96 for a slice that I have already downed half of), organic and locally grown tomatoes and peaches, and big beautiful organic portabello mushrooms. The only kink is I have never in my life cooked with portabellos and now that I think of it, I don't think I have ever eaten one. But Giada always cooks with them and calls them "meaty", and anything that pops up from the ground tasting like meat is worth a try. What to do with them...anyone have a delicious recipe for portabellos?

sacramento

Last weekend Hunter and I flew out to Sacramento for Kate and Tanner's west coast wedding reception. It was the shortest trip of our lives, as we flew in late Friday night and flew out early Sunday morning. Highlights include: daring my mom to use the word "grapefruit" in her conversation with the next person in the wedding line- and laughing so hard I cried when she actually did it, hanging out by the pool for the first time since my honeymoon, walking to In-n-Out with Hunter at midnight (we had a good view of it from our hotel room and couldn't resist), and talking movies, marriage, and mountain west with my Uncle B. Unfortunately I have been neglecting my camera lately but managed to remember it to grab a couple pics in front of the Sac temple before we headed to the airport.

lie to me

I like to play this game with Hunter. It's called "Lie to me." The underlying principle of "Lie to me" is that you may never acknowledge its existence, especially during play,else the purpose of "Lie to me" is defeated. The object of "Lie to me" is the questioner must be convinced that the responder is telling the truth. Although Hunter has never been aware that he is being tricked into playing this game, he usually wins! What a good husband. Here are some sample questions I find myself returning to every couple weeks:

-If I was as fat as Ruby, would you still love me the same?

-Do you think I am a good cook?

-Do you wanna go to the grocery store tonight?

-Do you like this jumpsuit I bought today for $7?

-Don't you think I could get into Brown for grad school?

It's really a fun game. You should see how your husband scores sometime.

Hey blogger friends, I need to complete our "friend's" blog list so if you ever peek at our blog and wouldn't mind if I occasionally peeked at your blog, would you mind commenting on this post? THX.

Today was a great day, except for the fact that Hunter is out of town and I miss him dearly :(.

Miracle #1: I woke up around 8am. I started the day off right with a couple hours of online TV and job hunting in my comfy bed. Then I had to crack down and get studying for my final, studied a couple hours, drove to school to take my final...GOT A 98! WOOP! Miracle #2. It was a very tremendous accomplishment for me, because I did the math and figured I have a slight chance of getting an A in that class (yes the same class I forgot to turn my final project in for last week) (yes it was both an overreaction and overstatement when I said I failed). So I rewarded myself with a big gulp and some milk duds, which I only planned on eating half of the box of but they are the freshest milk duds I have ever had so alas, here I am on the couch still eating them. Shameful. Then after moping around the house for a couple hours missing my husband and wondering what I will do now that I am done with my classes and my internship for the rest of the summer, I decided to go furniture shopping? Miracle #3: found a reasonably priced and perfect end table to go in between our couches. I must have looked compulsively for the perfect end table for months now. Day of miracles. And the day isn't over, so who knows what else karma has in store. Namaste.

UPDATE: Miracle #4 happened! Whenever Hunter goes out of town of course I am too lazy to cook for myself, so I was just sitting around feeling a little sick from all the milkduds and a little starving, when DING DONG here are my adorable neighbors with a mexican feast! They are divinely inspired. Bad things may come in 3's, but good things come in 4's.

Hunter threw a fit about what a terrible blogger I am tonight so here is my attempt at redeeming myself. I used to be really good at blogging, but now the task just seems daunting. I'm intimidated by all these other cool cats with cooking blogs and design blogs and fashion blogs and all sorts of fancy know-it-all blogging careers. I'm sorry faithful readers, if I have any, I'm just going to let you down. I promised Hunter I would be a better blogger, since now-a-days that seems to be part of the job description of being a good wife. No, it is not enough that I cook and clean and decorate and...cook and clean some more, no, now I have to compose an online photo journal to prove to the world that I am indeed fulfilling these duties. Could I just make a promise that I do cook and most of the time it is edible and sometimes it is even tasty? Will you just take my word for it? Thanks blogging friends, because unless I release myself from the self-imposed pressures of being a superblogger I will rarely be able command the time and energy to post anything that would hold a candle to my blogging competitors.

In other news, my older sister Kate got married this weekend and it was a fairy tale. Went off without a hitch, beautiful, romantic, slightly stressful for the stage crew, but a perfect wedding in the end. Hunter and I are also going to Sacramento for their west coast reception this weekend and another wedding in Denver the following weekend. Then school starts. WOW this summer went by too fast and now I think I want to cry. Summer don't leave me! I can practically feel the winter's icy breath breathing down my neck threatening to chase away the cloudless skies for murky grey snow filled sky blankets. I better go plan out my last month of summer day-by-day to take full advantage of every moment of the glorious heat.

Worst drink in America

Baskin-Robbins Large Chocolate Oreo Shake
2,600 calories
135 g fat (59 g saturated fat, 2.5 g trans fat)
263 g sugars
1,700 mg sodium

WOWWWWWWWWWWWW.

we would like to apologize for slacking at our very serious duties to the blogging world. its been very busy lately, what with driving up to a different Skeen family event every weekend, which has been a real treat because we don't get to see much of that side very often. well anyway, i would love to go through every detail of the fun couple weeks but we are all too busy for that so i will just highlight one particular adventure. while in the beautiful McCall, Idaho last weekend, hunter and i took bikes to the top of a ski lift and mountain biked down. it was BEAUTIFUL, but being the girly girl that i am it was a struggle to say the least (this emotion conveyed in one of the pictures below). 7 miles and about 2 hours later, we were very proud of ourselves and ready for fireworks and ice cream.

Later that night, setting up camp by the GORGEOUS McCall Lake to watch the fireworks.

Also of note: my most/least favorite NFL star is delving into the reality etertainment business: The T.O. Show. I can do nothing but laugh at this.

aubz

q: How will I ever lose those evil 5 lbs if I won't stop looking up delicious recipes like these:

Ice cream bonbons
Fluffly lime cake with whipped frostingAngel food cupcakes with fresh berries

...?
a: I won't and I don't even care.