I'm Leeeeeaaaaving

Well, this blog has served it's purpose, but I need to move on to bigger and better things. I have a new blog at ladylilydandyjinks.ferretman.com and a new photo blog at ladylilydandyjinks.ferretman.com/picturepages.

So everyone who looks for me here should now look for me there! The picture page is registration only, but there's info about that on the page. Thank you so much to Echo for helping me do that!

I hope to see you all around the new neighborhood!

I swore I would never work in food service, people!

I’m at a creative block. Seriously. I’ve been in the process of moving this blog to a shiny new place, but I need to come up with a new layout. Actually I need to come up with two. I have had some ideas, but as soon as I actually make them happen, they just don’t look good enough. Someone out there needs to inspire me!

I finished the cake yesterday, and it actually came out looking pretty good, no major issues with it either. The heat was kind of a problem, as the icing was extremely runny. It all worked itself out though.

James called a little while ago and said that the woman had picked it up and that she loved it. That’s nice. She finally brought up a price and he said he honestly didn’t know because I had never sold one before. We talked about it last night and I told him that I would be happy if it covered my cost. My cost for everything, including restocking some of my supplies which will last for a while, was around 23$. I could probably sit down and figure out exactly how much the cake cost to make, but I’m too lazy. All in all, I made 2 dollars for the cake. Apparently a lot of people saw it though, and James says I should be getting more orders. Scary.

I don’t really know how this happened. James is all talk of price lists and money per hour, I don’t think he really knows how much work goes into something like this, and how completely inconvenient our kitchen is to do it. I need to put more money into it to actually make any money. I want bowls, good bowls for mixing colors. My tiny little bowls are horrible. I really should take the class, but I don’t want to go alone. I know I can impress people with my ability to copy a picture onto a cake, but it’s really nothing special. I’m not just being critical of myself; I know it could be so much better. I need to know the little tricks, I need to know exactly what I need to do and use to make everything look good. I need to turn my air conditioning down to 65 before I start. I need to buy hairnets, because I’m so freaking paranoid about it. I need to have a dog free zone, because I’m paranoid about all of their hair too. I need my oven to be level. I need a really good recipe for chocolate and yellow cakes. By good I mean consistent too, and dummy proof.

So it’s not just as easy as saying “Cakes for Sale”. I would love to make actual money doing this, but I know that I’m not ready for that. I’m still at the point that I’m nervous making a cake for my family. Just give me time, I’ll get there.

Sorry, that was more of a rant than I intended. I’ll post happy thoughts later.

Someday I'm going to be president, you know, if it's not too much work.

So, I thought I was going to get in trouble for calling my father's man machine a car instead of a truck. Apparently calling him giddy was more offensive. So offensive, in fact, that he left a comment. It's ironic how positively giddy I am that I moved my father enough to comment. So giddy that I was inspired to write again.

I need to take a moment to express to the world (or the people who read my blog. That does include god though, so it's pretty widespread) that I have the best father in the world. He never ceases to amaze me with how much he will let me annoy him.

Case in point: My car was finally diagnosed with a minor illness, not the fatal disease I was expecting. After explaining to my father what the illness was, he told me to pull it out of the hospital and we would cure it ourselves. This will ultimately save me 300 dollars. He even offered to stop by the automobile medical (and I guess cosmetic) supply store and pick up the medicine we needed to cure it. Unfortunately I told my father that my car was a 2.4 liter when it is actually a 2.2 liter. So when we walked out to the car to give it its first dose of medicine (I seriously hope someone is following my medical analogies, I'm not sure I am) and we realized this, he didn't hesitate to drive us right back to the automobile medical supply store and exchange the medicine. How cool is that? Such a lovely man my father is.

On another, completely different, topic, I received my final grade today. I have no idea what the point of my stressing over 4% was, because I only saw a plain, boring, old B in my transcripts. I'm just glad it's over.

I was looking through the information and class requirements for my major last night. I'm not incredibly satisfied with the major I've decided on. I want more of a computer based curriculum. The other major that I looked at before I decided is more computer based, but it's all computer based, which is also not what I want. I want a nice balance between digital and print. So what have I decided? Given that I would only have to take three extra classes, I think I'm going to go for a double major. Who would've thought that I might have ambition someday? Certainly not me.

I'm going to make some changes to this site soon, I'll keep you all updated because I might be moving it. Actually, I know I'm moving it, it just depend on when I can do it. My brother is seriously helping me out with this. It's funny to picture me staring at my computer screen and crying, although that is what would happen if I didn't have my brother to tell me what the hell I'm doing.

In other news, I finally am going to make money with one of my hobbies. I'm making a cake for one of James' regular customer's son's birthday party. She saw the cake I did for their 10 year anniversary celebration, and actually asked him to ask me if I would. This has seriously made my week. Wish me luck.

I think that's enough for tonight, I have to do the dishes and straighten the kitchen. We have company coming next week, and if I have to clean, like I cleaned Monday and Tuesday, before she gets here, I will scream.

Keep Smiling!!

For some reason, this turned into blaming everyone.

I'm working on something new for this place. It should be super exciting! Woo Hoo! It's just a present for someone far far away. I feel like I should break out into song. (There Linda, I mentioned song) It's really not all that exciting, but whatever, some of you may enjoy it.

I'm supposed to get my final grade for my class today, so wish me luck. I really don't like that I'm sure how to figure out what it is already. On the page that keeps a list of all of my grades so far they only account for 96% of the total. So that other 4% is a mystery to me. Apparently, while the assignments were adding up to being worth 26% of my grade, they are actually worth 30%. I'll stop stressing and just wait until noon.

Sydney is all over the place these days, and she's (unfortunately) become rather bull-headed, just like me. When she wants something, she wants it now. When she wants to do something that James and I don't want her to do, she screams. Not a normal scream either, this is more like a screech. Imagine a hawk with a broken wing falling from the sky. Actually, scratch that, that's kinda sad. I'm not so good with the similes.

We set up her computer so that she could leave mine alone. Apparently, she doesn't like the small screen, and she wants to look at my screen and beat on my keyboard, because it's just slightly more advanced. (For this I will blame her Uncle Ben)

I tried to give her an orange for breakfast the other morning and it all went on the floor. She really does like oranges, but apparently all of the meals of shrimp, crabmeat and gourmet chicken, from my mom, have left her wanting more sophisticated culinary offerings. She's a food snob. (For this I will blame my mom)

My father has a new fancy car. (Sorry "truck", it's a truck. I'm going to get 10 Hail Marys for that, and maybe a few beatings.) He's positively giddy about it, too. Sydney rode in it once, she was half asleep, and seemed to enjoy the extra smooth ride that it offered. She hasn't slept in any other car since. (For this I will blame my Daddy) I'm really just blaming him because I have nothing else to blame him for and I don't want him to feel left out. She never really sleeps in the car anymore.

Um, Sydney has also been eyeing Motorcycles lately. (For this I blame her Uncle Uncle) Not really, she's not allowed near them. Yes, that's right, nowhere near them.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to working on my hugely gigantic, rather small surprise. I hope everyone is well!