artificially colored bread.

a few weeks ago i saw this sweet video on youtube...

i thought it was wicked, to say the least, and was thinking of the best time/event to make this despite my fear of excessive food coloring (yet my fave cupcake is red velvet:). i ended up making it in a pinch for this bake sale my art class was having to raise money and there would be a prize for the most artistic. i enjoy wining and competing, especially with a food competition sign me up! 

i make the shiz and it comes out like every food bloggers should...

awesome. 

enjoy my real life. 

Happy Monday!!

the time i failed my road test

Last week I failed my long awaited road test. I legit cried for about two days. I was pathetic. ughhh. Anything to do with the DMV gives me severe PTSD. Most things in life even the deep, heavy things I just seem to get though by laughing at. Here begins this post. I wake up the morning of my test do my normal minimal morning rituals, minimal because I loathe mornings, it's getting late/I lose track of time and I realize my mom isn't up. Gah, we have to be at the DMV in 10-13ish minutes and we live about the same time away from  it. We floor it all the way down there. Finally get there, just in the nick of time, stand in the perpetual line and I say to the teller, giddy as ever, "I'm here for my road test!" she replies "no ma'am we don't do them here," then I correct her naively "No, not a permit, a road test!" she spits back "Yeah, you take them on such and such an avenue" and hand me a sheet with directions. After that statement spilled out of her mouth she I turn my head to my mom holding back tears and wanting to scream. We hop back in the car and begin following the confusing directions and get lost (within our own hometowns) approximately 587 times.  We , My mother, speeds, make u-turns on a no u-turn highway, and weave on the highway during rush hour, she really goes beyond the call of duty to get me there. After a million and a half circles and dozens of tears, we find it because of the driving school car, waiting in line. The driving school car belonged to this cool, youth volunteers at my church, he gives me a few pointers while I wait. Finally take my test and act cool as cucumber but totally nervous on the inside, aced parallel parking and K-turns! I finish and when she utters the words "well you didn't pass" I'm shocked and didn't believe her either mind you I've been know to be the "most persuasive person" according to my friend Mahadhi so I lightly try to sweet talk her but didn't take it. oy. So I failed. But got some lessons for FREE from that driving school and was able to move my test up way earlier than the two month wait I would have had to the through the DMV!! #bodyofchristswag

"For we know that God works for the GOOD of those who love him and are called according to his purpose" Romans 8:28 

God's got his girl.

peeing, grace, and class

I come from a long line of peeps that can't hold their urine. My mom, well she had two offspring, my sister ehh her serial dating middle school boyfriend broke up with her because she always peed during the movies and needed to be caught up on the movie #middleschoolprobs, and my cousin got arrested for peeing in the subway in NYC. classy, I know! Needless to say genetics are a powerful thing and I inherited a walnut sized bladder. On planes when my plane neighbor sits down I prep then for the next few hours of sitting next to me, the hot mess express, and how I frequently pee, and it would be in their best intentions for me to have the outside seat, m'kay. Usually it works. A few weeks ago I was on the bus with my ear buds in listening to my Hillsong station on Pandora and the song "Grace Like Rain" came on. I also had to to make a deposit in the toilet like a certain racehorse. The said song describes grace as water many times thus making my sensation to pee quite worse while the city I live in has severe pothole complications, and makes the said sensation even worse. I barely make it to school with an accident and barely leave Target without purchasing the below bad boys.

i texted my excursion to my friends too. 

things i'm called at work

             today's post is chronicling the variety of names i'm called at work. 
                          i like to write stuff down  ;)

            1. Little Africa or Africa 

         ` this name seems to follow me at all my jobs. lindsey lohan and I have something in      
          common. what? well the lindsey lohan in mean girls not the currently intoxicated    

          one. my coworkers love to hear my wild (literally) tales from africa, along with   

          stories where i forgot to wear a bra to school.

        2. Sarah

          ` I work at a retirement home. old people live there. with dementia or really old 

           brains. And just some cray cray people. A resident enjoys calling me ‘Sarah’ because 

           i “look like the ideal jewish girl.” The said resident also refers to me as ‘he’ or ‘good 

           boy’ often with my freshly waxed eyebrows and girlstashe. damn Italian genes.

          3. jack

           ` this nickname which once drove me crazy, i’ve now grown highly accustomed to   

             nearly every peer group i’m associated with calling me jack. even my bosses call 

             me it. i’ll take it.

         P.S. It's almost friday!!!!!!!! YAYYYYY!!