Jambo

Hey out there...

I'm wrapping things up at work. Training the temp, archiving e-mails, finishing off my jar of dark chocolate peanut butter (very important). I won't be back here until September 1.

Isn't it funny how time passes? Or maybe not. I've been obsessed with this thought of time recently. How much it is to me and how little it is to God. I wait around for it to pass - or I hope that it stretches. My life is so linear. So "if" and "then". Can I even imagine a God unbridled by time and space?

Anyway, enough time has indeed passed that The Weekend is finally here. Back to Africa for a month. And I'm already thinking about how quickly time will pass while I'm there. It's a messy situation I put myself in, I tell ya.

I don't know what else to say besides


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ms. White

Yesterday I was carrying groceries home after work and when I turned down my street, I noticed a little guy walking beside me. A cute little squirrel-guy.

I watched him hop around beside me, jumping from porch to porch, dodging trash cans, squeezing through iron rod fences and skipping steps.

I figured he was pretty unaware that I was there, but he still stayed next to me the whole walk down 14th Street. Until he hit a road block. A wall of trash cans and bricks that looked pretty impossible to breach, even for a squirrelly squirrel.

It made me a little sad, as I had formed the idea that he actually was walking with me. But I persevered. I walked up my steps and put my bags down inside the doorway while I searched for my keys in my bag.

Then I turned around to pick my bags back up and glanced towards our porch and what do you know. There he is, the little guy. Sitting on my porch starring at me. I looked at him for awhile and wondered if I should offer him some lettuce and sing him a song but he scampered off before I could bribe him with food (and arias).

It might freak you out a little, but I'm okay with it. Reminds me of another rodent-magnet I know.

SUGAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A few short weeks ago I helped host a lingerie shower for my roommate, Alison. She's getting married and we needed to celebrate.


I decided to make some cupcakes. Then I got all these ideas. Then I looked at blogs and then I looked at pictures and then I combined other people's brilliant ideas and set off to create something marvelous for Alison.


I decided that fondant is not the devil.


It was fun, like Pioneer Woman told me it would be.


And everyone ate it! Because it tasted not only edible, but good-edible!


Here's the full set. This was fun.


I like baking more and more these days.


And for once in my life, I got paid for it. Mostly covered my expenses, but I got paid to make this cake with four friends from church who spent a long, long afternoon at my apartment then drove me to work with these four extremely heavy-probably-because-they-have-seven-total-pounds-of-butter cakes that thoroughly wore me out so much that I had to take the next day off work after they served their purpose at my co-worker's baby shower. Truly. was. exhausting. But...oh so pretty. I'm considering a little business on the side after that grueling weekend, because I actually really liked it. I've thought of calling it "The Red Apron" after the first apron I ever had which Rachel bought for me, or "Sweet Talk" after some cool graffiti I saw in Brooklyn. What do you think?


Those church friends also helped me create one last sweet thang. I will never EVER look at tootsie rolls the same way. But imagine the faces when this kitty litter cake showed up at the church pot luck.


Now. I'm off to contemplate the next creation...