Fall Break!

Well I've been on fall break these past two days and I thought I would enjoy what every college kid dreams of: 4 whole glorious days of sleep. No such luck. First, I was roped into going to family day lunch with my little sister and babysitting my baby brother. Secondly, my mom decided to sign me up to make cupcakes for my little sister's school fall carnival. Now I do love baking so this was not such a horrible thing for me to do. I decided to do two batches. Halloween cupcakes with sprinkles for the kids to decorate and I made chocolate cupcakes with ghosts on top. This is a little sample of my ghost cupcakes:

They were a hit.  My duties did not stop there. I also had to help get my little sister and brother ready. I put together both costumes (being the creative one in the family gets a little tiring). The fall carnival was a blast. I got college kid wasted on some cotton candy (meaning I simply ate cotton candy until I wanted to puke). Here's some picture of my little siblings in their Halloween best:

Now I have to figure out just what I'm going to be for Halloween. I don't like costumes that show off my stomach because of my awful g-tube scar. So after hours on Pinterest, I have narrowed my options down to two: A toddlers and tiaras girl or Juno and Bleaker(courtesy of my boyfriend who will dress up like a nerd if I want him to. So sweet!)

Decisions, Decisions

My internal debate about my future career is raging once again. By the end of my spring semester I have to officially declare my major and start in on those career specific classes. When I went into college I knew exactly what I wanted to be: a kindergarten teacher. After a horrible education related class I had my doubts. So after that so many options bounced around in my mind. I'm currently majoring in nursing, but I transferred and lost a lot of credits so I'm pretty far behind. I thought I would enjoy being a school nurse but one night after watching my little sister wiggle her not so loose tooth so violently that it came out along with tons of blood, I changed my mind. Now I know what most of you are thinking: I have CF so it seems like I should be used to the blood and nasty things that go along with the medical field. I am, but seeing my blood or watching somebody give me an IV or even a PICC procedure is different. I'm totally comfortable with it. I'm not so sure I'd be as comfortable doing it to someone else. Plus as much as I go into the hospital the medical field should be the last thing I want to work in.

 Anyway back to my career battle. So then I thought about how I love to bake, I really do love it. I wanted to go to culinary school for baking and pastry. Every time I think of a career my dad usually tells me how that career might not be a good fit for me with my CF. For instance, being around sick kids, being around sick patients, and coughing constantly around food. I get his point, my lung functions definitely are not very good for my young age of 19 years old. I was around the 50s in May. I have not been able to go back to the doctor's yet because I lost health insurance once I turned 19. Still its discouraging to say the least. I have no idea what to do. What if all I want to do in life is get married and then be a stay at home mom? Is that really so bad? I cannot honestly think of any degree that I would love to have. Should I finish my early childhood degree. Should I go to culinary school? Should I just jump right in and try to start my bakery? I know I want degree whether I use it or not. Decisions, decisions.

Baker's the last name and my chosen profession.

Before I get on with my blog post for the day I have devastating news...
I had my hands full and dropped my ipod touch. The screen shattered and a piece broke off the side. My poor baby:

You can't really see all the damage in the picture but its cracked all over. Sad day.
Now back to my post for the day. I know in my last post I talked about how I'm so indecisive. Its completely true! I'm 19 so its completely okay for me to be! But baking has always been the one thing I loved since as far back as I can remember. For Christmas one year I clearly remember getting cookbooks and baking supplies. That's why I have decided to go to culinary school to get my bachelor's in Baking and Pastry and food management.  This college is located in another state than my own although its not too far. Eventually I want to open up my own bakery or even like a bakery truck. How awesome would that be?! I have a crazy cupcake book called Hello Cupcake! and just checked out What's New Cupcake? from the library sooo here are some of my cupcakes I've made:

    

Okay so the apple ones (bottom picture) were kind of a fail but cute nonetheless. At least I figured out my mistake. Note to anyone who wants to attempt the apples: make sure you use doughnuts that are big enough to cover the whole cupcake top. It calls for mini but obviously you can tell that did not cut it.

As much as I would love to be a baker I feel that people wouldn't exactly like to hear someone constantly hacking who is making their yummy baked goods. Some might get paranoid about it. Mucus frosting anyone? So I figured I could wear a face mask but I'd want a super cool mask. All Cfers know what I'm talking about. Those hot annoying face masks we have to wear around the hospital or at CF functions. Maybe I can design my own! I'm not going to let CF stop me from being a baker. My cough would make people cringe in any career I'm in so why not? To those who do not know why CF, or Cystic Fibrosis is: A disease tat affects both the lungs and digestive system of a person's body. Abnormally thick mucus is created clogging up airways and the digestive track. This mucus that clogs the lungs can allow life threatening infections grow in the lungs. The mucus clogging up the digestive system stops food from being properly digestive and prevents the nutrients from being absorbed. For more info go to: www.cff.org

One more thing: Hopefully soon I will be posting a post about a project I'm doing that I found on Pinterest!

My Indecisive Self: Schools, majors, decisions!

One thing you will all learn about me is I am completely indecisive. I have the hardest time making up my mind. Even something as simple as picking out a color of leggings becomes a BIG DEAL. Actually that same situation happened today. I was in Dollar General when I saw sweater leggings. They were absolutely adorable. I loved both the white and gray ones. The problem was they were $8 each. To some of y'all I know $16 is hardly nothing but to a college student $16 can get you a week's worth of Taco Bell! So I had to choose. I asked my mom who gave me the standard mom answer "get which ever one you like better" and "either one is cute" which was obviously no help at all. After mentally going through all the possible tops I could wear and staring at them longingly for about 5 or 10 minutes I finally decided on the white pair. Its been 6 hours since I left the store and I'm contemplating just going and buying the gray pair too. See how bad my problem is?
Well my real problem with my indecisiveness is when it comes to college. I'm a sophomore in college. I'm halfway through my first semester which means its getting closer and closer to the time where I must commit to a major. I went into college for early childhood education. Well then I changed my mind. Because of some health and personal problems I had to move back closer to home. So after my freshman year at college #1 I moved back home and started this year at college #2 with the intent to major in nursing. Well of course my credits messed up and I lost a whole semester of classes. It totally sucked. So I would graduate a semester behind. Well now I'm once again contemplating a major change. I have always loved baking and wanted to go to culinary school for the longest time but always figured I should go to school for something more practical (obviously education and nursing). I want to follow my dream though. But it would take me four years to graduate because the credit requirement is so high. I know I would enjoy this school more but is it worth the extra years of school? Instead of graduating at 21 I would graduate at 23. I know to adults that read that its not a big deal but for people my age I know you understand.
My real dream job is to be a stay at home mom. MRS. degree anyone? I'd love to be the whole "June Cleaver" image. Take care of kids, clean the house, sit my butt on Pinterest all day (well maybe June didn't do that), just a few of my favorite things.

I obviously want my degree first but I aspire to be a stay at home mom. It really irritates me when people down stay at home moms. Most people that do that are just jealous they can't do the same. There's nothing wrong with being a homemaker just like there is nothing wrong with having a career.
I'm getting really offtrack. I just hope this change in schools and major makes me happy and is my absolute last change. I really need to be more decisive!

First Blog Ever!

Lately I've been having back problems causing me to take pain medication that leaves me in an almost drunk state. Well last night in my almost drunken stupor I started contemplating life. Just to give you an idea about just how far gone I was: I sent my boyfriend a text that said "I'm so at peace with the world." I felt the need to write a blog to get all my thoughts out. I listed out all the possible titles I could use and possible post ideas. Considering the state I was in most of the titles were rather good, others...not so much.
This is my first attempt at a blog. When I was younger I had diary after diary but I would usually write 3 or 4 entries and never write again. This time I vow to be different. I will write everyday hopefully. I plan to use this blog for anything in the world really. I hope whoever reads this, if anyone does, enjoys it and is amused by it. I guarantee there will be stories about me, my crazy family, my crazy friends, or my crazy disease.
I guess I should explain the title of my blog. Well to be honest I wanted to name my blog "A field of dandelions" based on my favorite quote:

Well the url thing was taken which greatly disappointed me. So I started thinking about my life. My disease, Cystic Fibrosis, is obviously a great object in my life. Another name for Cystic Fibrosis is 65 Roses (or CF, I'll probably use all three a lot). Well you know the the song "99 problems" by Jay Z? Well if you don't it has a lyric that says "I've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one" so I started thinking in my almost drunken state about how "every rose has its thorns." (This medication really had me thinking) Thus "I've got 65 Roses and they all have thorns" was born.
For more info on CF check out: http://www.cff.org/