Bread And Butter

Sauerkraut Here!

I’ve determined that I need a second job, because I’m broke and I’m just not making ends meet as a receptionist, I mean “Office Coordinator.” So, yesterday I applied for four part-time jobs:

- A server at a Brazilian restaurant. I actually hated working as a waitress, but I knew I wouldn’t woof down the food, so I applied.
- A clerk at a tanning salon. Temptation.

- A Baking Assistant. This sounds so fun to me.

- A Cake Decorator. My top choice!

Anyways, I hope one of them calls me back because I could really use some additional income flowing in. And now you’ll realize why I’m always broke…

Last night I signed up for a “fondant and gum paste” cake decorating class. Before I lost my job, forcing me to move home, I was taking some cake decorating classes at the local craft store, unfortunately I never got to take the last one, so last night I signed up for it. I’ll be honest, I probably won’t learn a damn thing, but I feel like I need to complete all four classes just to say I did. Maybe I’ll have the opportunity to practice Sheek Geek and Tar-J’s wedding cake?

 I also purchased some canvases and paint for my next project, I bet you can’t guess what it’s going to become?

In other news, my uncle loves to spy on my cousins using Facebook (the exact reason I don’t have a Facebook page). Apparently, my cousin has his stepdad listed as his father. My mother asked me why this was and I said, “probably because J** is his stepDAD and his biological father is a freak about “Big Brother” type shit and will never get a Facebook page for T**** to have the opportunity to label him as his “Dad.”

Anyways, my mother wanted me to ask my cousin, reluctantly I did. Let’s just say he wasn’t too excited about it and I don’t blame him. Overall, I think my mom is worried that my grandmother will see that T**** labeled J** as his “Dad,” and be hurt by it. Again, my response, “First grandma has to go downstairs and then she has to figure out how to turn the computer on.”

That is all.

Sauerkraut

P.S.  The other day my brother called and said, “This is all your fault!”  Okay?  Apparently my nephew loves bread (as do I) and he ate an entire package of hot dog buns.  This is a problem because?  In addition, my nephew loves butter!  Loves it!  When you're not looking he'll run to the refrigerator, grab a stick of butter and lick it.  Then he’ll rub it all over his body and eat it off his body.  Seriously buddy?  What the fuck?  To be honest, it's not his fault he's weird, its just in his blood.  Sigh.

P.P.S.  My first attempt at using hot rollers.  I suck.