OC Fair

After church last Sunday Asher and I went to the Fair

They had a massive array of fried food, yes we indulged.

Deep fried snickers, over-rated. Deep fried Australian potatoes, over-rated. So we didn't think it was a good idea to try the deep fried butter. ewwwww


The BBQ corn was fabulishous, perhaps not being fried and covered in batter had something to do with the goodness.




Old McAsher had a farm.....



In line for the Ferris Wheel



The best part of the day.

Practicing

It is true that practice makes perfect. I know this from all those years of piano lessons and hours of practicing that made all the difference. My frosting roses are at the beginning stages of Fur Elise but I want them to be at the Fantasie-Impromptu by Chopin if you want to listen to this amazing piece. Both pieces of music, although at very different levels, I learned and conquered with practice, practice, practice and some tears especially with the Fantasie. No tears over these roses just frustrated when they melt at work and fall apart before I get them onto the cupcake.


The local cake supply has yummy butter cream frosting, pre-mixed and ready for me to use and Wha-La!

xo chles

Holga Love

Holga, Holga, Holga. Yup that's what I've been hearing and seeing and fell in love with lately. So I finally got one a couple weeks ago and took it out to play for a day at the beach. I only took 4 pictures so I am anxious to shoot the rest of the film. Hopefully pictures to follow up with in the future, that is if they turn out, lets see how my photography skills pan out.

Holga and I on the prowl for the perfect photo

Exiled and Renewed

I've wanted to post this for awhile because it was a big turning point in my life, not the most enjoyable thing to go through but turned for the better. I wrote this around October 26th 2009.

A few of the lies used to justify the actions taken against me at Riley's have come to my attention and I can see the demoralization still goes on from people that claim to be so upright and beyond reproach. It breaks my heart to hear these accusations from the people I have given my all to for so many years, how they can convince themselves of the lies or listen to others that are spiteful and full of venom and who have their own agenda is beyond me, I am truly crushed to the core. May I also say, the job description posted on facebook doesn't even come close to what the position entails, how about holding a management position while being under staffed, under-appreciated, under paid, under working conditions in a kitchen that is cramped for space and barely able to serve it's volume of customers efficiently, also including back breaking work where there are no breaks because of under staffing due to the employers need to cut back on payroll, plus vermin in the restaurant and kitchen to deal with daily, all while being in a judgmental crazy environment with a boss who never has a kind word of encouragement for any of the staff who are working themselves into the ground for him. I know there are many who know this, but like myself keep tight lipped for fear of losing their jobs.

I reflect on several years ago when my piano teacher told me to move on from Riley's, telling me they would just use me up and spit me out, that they didn't care about me or anyone, at the time that offended me so I defended them not thinking such things. I would have never dreamed that Riley's could be such a incredulous place, but it is and as a little girl I longed to work there and be a part of the wonderful place I visited as a child, my dream came true, boy little did I know what you see isn't what you get and now after 81/2 years if employment on the farm, I can say so.

When I was fired I was devastated, sure I tried to laugh it off but inside I was torn apart. I fell into a deep depression, thank God for my Mom who gave me a kick in the ass. So I filed for unemployment which I didn't want to do because I felt it was beneath me. I only put in two applications and got no response and felt even more discouraged. Again thanks to my Mom and our firewood guy who has known us for years, got to talking about my predicament and about me wanting to apply at Martha Green Dough'lectibles, but not having the courage to do so. Well it just so happened that he is a friend of the Green family and said he would be happy to put in a good word for me. Took me a couple days to call but I did and now it's history.

I have a wonderful job, do what I love, great management and a boss who recognizes her hard workers. I have only been there 7 months and I am quickly moving up the ladder and will even be house sitting for Martha next month. Yes, this whole episode of my life has been for the better.