Cake Boss

I am the Cake Boss:
There is no denying this,
I take that cake batter and mix, mix, mix.
Forget recipes, forget ingredients
Baking from a box, it's an easy fix
I am the Cake Boss

Seriously, I do not think I am cut out for motherhood if I can't even bake a cake perfectly from a box. Who knew that spreading icing on a cake could be so difficult? I do not understand how people have the patience to decorate a cake and make it into a masterpiece. What was supposed to be a cake decorated as a pumpkin turned into a vomit inspired cake because I did not want to spend the time making the perfect spread. I firmly belive in Dairy Queen ice cream cakes. Every kid loves them and they save you plenty of time, effort and discouragement.

thinking

Oddly enough, I find that I do my best thinking when I am either sleeping or driving. Not only do these two activities provide good study breaks to refresh my mind but they allow me to think at my fullest potential. Maybe it is the fact that there are minimal distractions. For instance, when I am driving I only have the road to focus on and when I am sleeping, the darkness I see when my eyes are closed provides no distractions at all. Whereas, if I am in my room or the library, there are plenty of things that could cause my mind to drift away. Unfortunately, it is not possible to do my homework in the car while driving, and I could not possibly do my homework in my sleep. That in itself would be incredible and my life would be much easier if it was. Therefore, I must resort to doing homework in my room even if it means it takes me several hours to complete it and it is not to the best of my ability. However, driving and sleeping provide for good study breaks and opportunities to gather my thoughts so that when I attempt to do my homework again, I have something to write down.

ROY G BIV

Surprisingly, seeing a band that you love live could possibly ruin that love. Who knew that the opening bands could be more entertaining than the one you came to see? What you thought was cool suddenly becomes uncool when you find out that the band's fan base is largely pre-teens. Unfortunately, the lead singer is a much larger potty-mouth than expected. The little girls take it too far with throwing their "unwanteds" on stage and then you have to see their dirty laundry hanging from the mic stand. Who wants to hear the emo girl shout "Marry Me" continuously through-out the concert? Seriously, they can't hear you when you are sitting in the nose-bleed section. Finally, the lead singer is suffering from H1N1 and can't sing to his fullest potential. Considering all these things, I still love Marianas Trench. Despite what was unattractive at the concert, this band still remains attractive when you blast them on the car ride home.

Final Note: It is fun to spot the colours of the rainbow at a concert such as this one.

No church like Home church

Picking a church proves to be the most dificult, heart-wrenching task. After you have gone to the same church your whole life, it is impossible to find a church that matches the way you feel in your home church. I love my church. First of all, I know everyone. In this way, I am just as close to my church family as my real family. Secondly, I know the music. Therefore, I am confortable knowing that I will be able to sing every song. Finally, there are people my age. It is good to relate to others of a different age, but it is wonderful to lean back on these friends who will always understand where you are coming from. I know that I need to step out of my comfort zone and become more open, however, I feel like it is alright to be picky at this point. Oddly enough, I have become the Goldilocks of churches. "This one's too large, this one's too small, this one has too many old people, this one has not enough." I do not want to feel like just another number at the church and at the same time I do not want to sing hymns the entire service. There is really no place like my home church. Yet, I would like to find a church I can call my second-home. The search goes on.

Not Guilty

I am guilty of being a guilt-tripper. Surprisingly, I am manipulative, conniving and devious. For some reason, I am skilled in crawling into a person's mind, grabbing it and pulling it along to what I want. Unfortunately, I have practiced this far too many times with my parents and therefore, have mastered it. However, now I know what it is like to be on the other end. It is not fun, in fact, it is rather annoying. The way in which people can take my words and twist them to fit their argument gets on my last nerve. How dare they take these techniques which I have perfected over the years and use them against me? My stubborn foot helps me stand my ground. I will not and shall not ever be manipulated into doing something that I do not want to. Since I have been the guilt-tripper in the past, I know the tricks involved. These amateurs stand no chance against me. Instead of fuming up from their feeble attempts, from now on I will just laugh. I will never be guilty of being guilt-tripped by a guilt-tripper.

Questioning?

A long time ago, my LITEforce leader (leadership in training) at camp told me what I should do in life. He told me that he saw me as a counsellor. No, I do not mean a counsellor at camp which was appropriate considering I was a leader in training at camp. He meant a counsellor as a career. Surprisingly, he said that he saw a lot of himself in me. This caught me off guard a bit, but he explained further. The funny thing about Rob was that he led my older sister in this program as well, so he knew me from what she said even before I applied. She told him that I was a great listener, and whenever she needed to confide in someone, it was me she would go to. He said that he did not believe Taryn the way she exaggerated it until he met me. Apparently, he believed I had two amazing gifts: listening and genuinely caring for others. First of all, I have always known I was a great listener but it was because there are members of my family who love talking, I had to learn to listen. Secondly, I do care a lot about people but not to a greater extent than others for it to become a gift of mine. However, he convinced me that I was blessed with these things and therefore I should use them. As a result, I looked into psychology thinking a good listener who cares about others fits perfectly. In the end, I took a different path towards media, wanting to pursue my creative side instead. I forgot about this one on one with Rob until recently. The past two weeks have been overwhelming in that everyone close to me has confided in me about something. I wondered why people have come to me with their problems knowing I have no experience in what they are dealing with. When I addressed this concern with them, they each said in a way that I was a good listener who genuinely cared. Instantly, I flash backed to that specific one on one. As a result, I have questioned of whether or not I am on the right career path. I love being creative but I also want to help others. Maybe there is a way that I can intertwine the two.

vegetABILITY.

If being old feels anything like how I am feeling now, I refuse to grow up. Seriously, we take walking for granted. Right now, I am a vegetable. Honestly, I have to lift my legs with my arms in order to put on my shoes, wiggle like a worm to get into bed, and grasp the railing with all my might to make it up and down the stairs. Tip: when they say stretch before a hard work out, DO IT! After the work out, drink tons of water until you feel like you are drowning, there is no other way to flush away the lactic acid. This is especially important because guess what, if you are sore for next practice, you are doomed, done, destined for death. Today was my own personal nightmare. How could I possibly run if I could barely walk. As well, how can I SPRINT if my legs are falling off when I'm running. I never thought that it could take me 20 minutes to walk back to dorm until now. Sadly, if I thought I was sore before, I have no idea what I'm in for tomorrow since there will be soreness on top of soreness. I will be praying that I will be able to make it out of bed tomorrow morning.