The past week has felt pretty good for me. I'm working two jobs now, one for my Father in law as an at home web designer and another as a baby sitter for a friend. It feels good to be productive in the ways of employment even if it's only a few small steps in the right direction.
On another topic, I've been spending a lot of creative time in the kitchen lately. From dinners to desserts, I've been mixing, baking, fixing and guessing my way through a lot of yummy dishes and sweet treats. Tonight I'm working on Easter cupcakes that I have been dying to try out. They are coming out amazing!!! VERY tedious work, but amazingly cute. Completely worth the effort. I'm boiling and dyeing eggs between making my Tootsie Roll bunnies for the cupcakes and gathering all the Easter basket stuff into one location while the little one is sleeping. Busy weekend ahead. I'm so looking forward to it though. This is the first year Stryker can be involved in the Easter holiday.
Well now that I've killed enough time letting out my blogging bug I think I will get back to work making bunnies and dying eggs.
*whistle while you work... da da-dum, da-dum, dum-dum...*
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
True Friendships/Rant
Ya know, when I was younger I wanted friends. Then I wanted more friends. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted people to know who I was. The more friends I had the more satisfied I became. I felt good because of a number. Because so many kids recognized me. Then I wanted a certain class of kids to notice me. I wanted to be part of something that people looked up to. Then I'd pretend to like things I didn't like. Say things I didn't mean. Do things I wouldn't normally do... All just to fit in and become more accepted. If most of you were honest you would say that you have at some point felt you could relate. Aren't you glad we grew out of that?
I'm laying in bed browsing Facebook on my phone and looking at my comments and realizing how much some of these people really mean to me. They aren't some rich kid that I had to befriend by buying name brand shoes just like theirs or a punk I had to impress by getting a tattoo. These are my friends and my family. We talk about personal problems. We cheer each other on. We become each others source of motivation. We are each others help. It didn't require convincing, bribery or falsifying myself. I am myself and they are their own person and the openness that combination brings is one of those things that you can not live your life without knowing. Little comments like Jon's, "Goodnight Birthday Girl!" bring a smile to my face because it symbolizes our friendship. Relationships I have had with people from elementary are still going strong because the open honesty and completely idiotic confessions made between the two of us. You can't experience the genuine joy of a true friendship without letting the real-you lose and accepting the consequences of that action... Which you won't regret.
I see all these young people posting self taken pictures of themselves with the pouchy-lipped face, the myspace angles, the sucked-in-belly side mirror shots, the lets-pretend-I'm-sleeping-when-I'm-obviously-not shots, the multiple uploads of the same exact picture taken at a 1 degree difference... I feel so bad for those people because they are chasing a fantasy life. You don't always look perfect, you aren't going to impress anyone worth having in your life with shots like that and the people who are already your friends are going to look at you like an egotistic snob. There is no reality. There is no genuine friendship. The relationships you do have are based of false pretenses and you have just wasted half your cell battery and most of your day trying to impress someone you don't like. What sense does that make?
Okay, to finish the rant and to make a long story short, I Love You Guys (:
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I'm laying in bed browsing Facebook on my phone and looking at my comments and realizing how much some of these people really mean to me. They aren't some rich kid that I had to befriend by buying name brand shoes just like theirs or a punk I had to impress by getting a tattoo. These are my friends and my family. We talk about personal problems. We cheer each other on. We become each others source of motivation. We are each others help. It didn't require convincing, bribery or falsifying myself. I am myself and they are their own person and the openness that combination brings is one of those things that you can not live your life without knowing. Little comments like Jon's, "Goodnight Birthday Girl!" bring a smile to my face because it symbolizes our friendship. Relationships I have had with people from elementary are still going strong because the open honesty and completely idiotic confessions made between the two of us. You can't experience the genuine joy of a true friendship without letting the real-you lose and accepting the consequences of that action... Which you won't regret.
I see all these young people posting self taken pictures of themselves with the pouchy-lipped face, the myspace angles, the sucked-in-belly side mirror shots, the lets-pretend-I'm-sleeping-when-I'm-obviously-not shots, the multiple uploads of the same exact picture taken at a 1 degree difference... I feel so bad for those people because they are chasing a fantasy life. You don't always look perfect, you aren't going to impress anyone worth having in your life with shots like that and the people who are already your friends are going to look at you like an egotistic snob. There is no reality. There is no genuine friendship. The relationships you do have are based of false pretenses and you have just wasted half your cell battery and most of your day trying to impress someone you don't like. What sense does that make?
Okay, to finish the rant and to make a long story short, I Love You Guys (:
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Monday, April 4, 2011
A Hypothetical Twist To A Common Occurance
This one is geared more toward the ladies.
I'm not a girly girl and I'm not into make-up, but once in a blue moon I will wear it and some days I need it a lot more than others. If you can relate them I'm sure you've encountered this scenario before. You wake up to a day of hysteria. Meetings, family gatherings, dinner with the In-laws and whatever else. You're rushing around the house trying to get everything in order before you leave (I'm a neat freak) so you can have time to run to the store before the clock starts ticking. Alright, first thing's first. I go in the bathroom and brush my teeth, get the hair tamed and then reach for the make-up bag that hasn't been touched in a month, only to realize I'm out of foundation. Great. So now I get to go to the store looking like Lady Gaga's impression of Big Foot while I look for my foundation and finish up some last minute shopping. Well of course they don't have the right shade so I go with another brand of whatever I think is closest. I figure anything is better than this, right? After all is said and done, I get back home and ready to begin the transformation from Big Foot to Acceptable. After I open and apply the foundation I start to notice a glow. It's no where near the color I thought it was. Way too light for a native Floridian. Well, I know the day isn't slowing down for me so I figure out a way to make it work and rush out the door. I can only imagine with a face as light as this, it isn't going to be long before the paparazzi starts flashing and on-lookers start handing me copies of "New Moon" asking for an autograph. Nothing is ever easy.
I'm not a girly girl and I'm not into make-up, but once in a blue moon I will wear it and some days I need it a lot more than others. If you can relate them I'm sure you've encountered this scenario before. You wake up to a day of hysteria. Meetings, family gatherings, dinner with the In-laws and whatever else. You're rushing around the house trying to get everything in order before you leave (I'm a neat freak) so you can have time to run to the store before the clock starts ticking. Alright, first thing's first. I go in the bathroom and brush my teeth, get the hair tamed and then reach for the make-up bag that hasn't been touched in a month, only to realize I'm out of foundation. Great. So now I get to go to the store looking like Lady Gaga's impression of Big Foot while I look for my foundation and finish up some last minute shopping. Well of course they don't have the right shade so I go with another brand of whatever I think is closest. I figure anything is better than this, right? After all is said and done, I get back home and ready to begin the transformation from Big Foot to Acceptable. After I open and apply the foundation I start to notice a glow. It's no where near the color I thought it was. Way too light for a native Floridian. Well, I know the day isn't slowing down for me so I figure out a way to make it work and rush out the door. I can only imagine with a face as light as this, it isn't going to be long before the paparazzi starts flashing and on-lookers start handing me copies of "New Moon" asking for an autograph. Nothing is ever easy.
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