<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799</id><updated>2024-09-12T03:48:12.556-07:00</updated><category term="Background info on the blogger"/><category term="Bakery"/><category term="hard work"/><category term="moist cakes"/><title type='text'>Fulfilling my Destiny?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-577152445992249760</id><published>2012-05-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T07:48:19.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running but unable to hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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When my search for &quot;something more&quot; began I was in a not so happy place. I worked in a setting that I did not love, but had to spend the bulk of my time. I lost interest in education, and I was extremely motivated to find something more. I knew there was more, and I knew that I was supposed to find it. And then something strange happened, I began to see something above the horizon, as I approached it became clearer and soon enough it was within arms reach. When I realized that all I had to do was stretch out my arms a little more to get that something I decided to take a couple of steps back. And now looking forward its been a year since I put my baking on hold, my blogging on hold, MarYumms on hold. I do not feel bad because am not one dimensional. I have educational goals, and personal goals. Currently my educational goal is to become a licensed professional counselor, and my personal goal is to establish MarYumms Sweets. I can not hide from either goal because they both are apart of my identity. But now that I know my goals, and have a plan for my plans, I will be less neglectful to MarYumms and balance my time with all of my goals a little more. Until next time....&lt;/div&gt;
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Where is your empathy? If I can sense the lack of empathy from a tape, I am certain that your client can sense it sitting across from you.&quot; After listening to someone articulate my feelings from hearing a session made me think about what I was doing, and my motivations behind doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a passionate being. I cannot commit nor do anything without being genuinely interested. Now that I am a &quot;grown up&quot;, I have the luxury of deciding how to handle situations of faded passion. At the time I felt that discontinuing my education was appropriate. I was determined to pay for my degree with cash, not loans. That required me to have to work 40 hour weeks, while going to a practicum site for 20 hours a week and attend classes. I presume I burned the candle at both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year hiatus, I am at a point in which I am in a place that I can resume my graduate studies. I needed that year to show myself what I am capable of. I went from making &quot;tough cakes&quot; (what my husband named my first batch of cupcakes), to becoming comfortable with taking cake orders. The fulfillment that I feel in that alone could not have been achieved in a class room. Although I see great things happening for MarYumms, I cannot escape the counselor inside of me, and I am ready to embrace her while perfecting my craft simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauev2woyYWqgV5l3ysHaB6uYtgodd6SRWg_lJEyZM4VjB9jf3WIXYk5pLHA3aiehyFuNgJmoBzzqfLNbL5SlFYn4VZ3kjvqbLlKWt5LMxLTUUOq0L-yNCO4_bVbC8EAN77erW-ia2-XI/s1600/rose+cake+1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599315413416911506&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauev2woyYWqgV5l3ysHaB6uYtgodd6SRWg_lJEyZM4VjB9jf3WIXYk5pLHA3aiehyFuNgJmoBzzqfLNbL5SlFYn4VZ3kjvqbLlKWt5LMxLTUUOq0L-yNCO4_bVbC8EAN77erW-ia2-XI/s320/rose+cake+1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Coconut cake with buttercream&lt;br /&gt;frosting and white ganache roses. My first attempt&lt;br /&gt;at making roses.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8343884852666062028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/perspective-shift.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8343884852666062028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8343884852666062028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/perspective-shift.html' title='Perspective Shift'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauev2woyYWqgV5l3ysHaB6uYtgodd6SRWg_lJEyZM4VjB9jf3WIXYk5pLHA3aiehyFuNgJmoBzzqfLNbL5SlFYn4VZ3kjvqbLlKWt5LMxLTUUOq0L-yNCO4_bVbC8EAN77erW-ia2-XI/s72-c/rose+cake+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-5486302403792664205</id><published>2011-03-08T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:30:55.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven By My Fears</title><content type='html'>One of the many things on the list of fears is ultimate failure. I would define ultimate failure as the inability to smile at ones reflection, or the inability to identify any relevant success. With the anniversary of my twenty sixth year of living approaching I have found myself reflecting on the different stages of my life. At times I feel as though I could have put in a little more effort, or at least been consistent in them. But the majority of the time I gain clarity on why I operated the way that I did during those early stages of development. Generally I focus on the educational aspects, my performances in high school and college. My high school career was a roller coaster, some semesters I did well, other semesters I did less well and then there were those semesters that were a little less than less well. But even with the inconsistency of my academic performance, I was not disappointed in myself, I was more so upset about disappointing my parents. For whatever reason I knew that I wouldn&#39;t fail a class, and I knew that I would succeed so I never stressed much. I took that lackadaisical attitude to college, and was able to walk across the stage four years after I enrolled in the summer of 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have put together is that a lot of our academic achievements weigh heavily upon the hand of man (our professors). I learned that the hard way my freshman year, when I encountered a math professor who gave me no credit for a page of work saying that I didn&#39;t show how I got the right answer, when I had a page of work leading to the answer. Unfortunately for me I allowed the professor to negatively affect my educational drive. But I learned that you have to have confidence in yourself, your intelligence, and your potential, regardless of what anyone says. Even if they are the person that can tarnish your college transcript forever. Now that I am out of college I have to wonder if I maintained the initial motivation and excelled academically, would my professional options be different today. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....Being the optimistic individual that I am I know that I am where I am for a reason, and that is the end of that. Yes there are some frustrating days!!! How many GIGS can one person have?!? *deep breath &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Maryam&lt;/span&gt;* I look at my gigs as an opportunity to invest time into my baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the kitchen. Not just baking, but the entire cooking process. How simple ingredients can create something magical. When flour, milk, sugar, eggs and butter are involved the options are endless. Biscuits, cakes, cookies, brownies, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;blondies&lt;/span&gt;, or just something that you come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the should &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ofs&lt;/span&gt; and could &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ofs&lt;/span&gt; I am loving where I am, because every aspect of my baking journey has been blessed. I just have to keep positively affirming myself, pushing those fears to the back burner because if you can believe it then it will be achieved. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61eR_MKyPIQlqJ2uhLjTZWOykc_YZUhmdNGeatoixj_CtnrArcMZLWxS1rWtdvuFcoy0yeou8iGVc9KTDOX-GJSwhFRLzLMVIEpL7XS9DQZ-xOojAGQvLz_pKgNsp81g_QsE3AeuOlCs/s1600/baby+shower+cake.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582068222420067778&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61eR_MKyPIQlqJ2uhLjTZWOykc_YZUhmdNGeatoixj_CtnrArcMZLWxS1rWtdvuFcoy0yeou8iGVc9KTDOX-GJSwhFRLzLMVIEpL7XS9DQZ-xOojAGQvLz_pKgNsp81g_QsE3AeuOlCs/s320/baby+shower+cake.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cake was for a co-workers work baby shower. Strawberry and yellow sheet cake with cream cheese frosting. The polka dots were hand made with candy melts and the word baby was made using a candy mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PgrjGN8DFLN1o41o5x1kAi7jgP4PDvjUFNYTYM-54ybkbfeFKZVjT949ZFtBwaStjyDlUrzqCZbQB4MJkKDR1FhefeCMsTp-gxsjoS8K9BW4L_gZmspQ5cKrlryxbjCfpV-zRSKsbO8/s1600/yayahs+1st+bday+cake.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582071019908195266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PgrjGN8DFLN1o41o5x1kAi7jgP4PDvjUFNYTYM-54ybkbfeFKZVjT949ZFtBwaStjyDlUrzqCZbQB4MJkKDR1FhefeCMsTp-gxsjoS8K9BW4L_gZmspQ5cKrlryxbjCfpV-zRSKsbO8/s320/yayahs+1st+bday+cake.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a number one cupcake cake. There were three flavors of cupcakes used, chocolate, strawberry and coconut, and it was frosted with a cream cheese frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PgrjGN8DFLN1o41o5x1kAi7jgP4PDvjUFNYTYM-54ybkbfeFKZVjT949ZFtBwaStjyDlUrzqCZbQB4MJkKDR1FhefeCMsTp-gxsjoS8K9BW4L_gZmspQ5cKrlryxbjCfpV-zRSKsbO8/s1600/yayahs+1st+bday+cake.png&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5486302403792664205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/driven-by-my-fears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/5486302403792664205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/5486302403792664205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/driven-by-my-fears.html' title='Driven By My Fears'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61eR_MKyPIQlqJ2uhLjTZWOykc_YZUhmdNGeatoixj_CtnrArcMZLWxS1rWtdvuFcoy0yeou8iGVc9KTDOX-GJSwhFRLzLMVIEpL7XS9DQZ-xOojAGQvLz_pKgNsp81g_QsE3AeuOlCs/s72-c/baby+shower+cake.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-6823692947903286713</id><published>2011-01-29T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T05:17:44.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar convos</title><content type='html'>It seems as though no matter where I am, I can find someone who is on a similar life journey as I am. Not to long ago I worked the evening shift at my job. Me volunteering to sit by the front doors during the NA and AA groups gave me the opportunity to talk in depth with a co worker that I normally give a polite smile to. Although we had probably worked together a couple dozen times, we&#39;d never spoken before. He is older than I am, and has had differnt experiences, but he went from mananging a unit of a hospital to learning how to create things from wood. He was modest in his speech, but our conversation just reasured me that I am headed in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another engaging conversation with an inspirational woman at a beauty salon. About a month ago I decided that I was going to cut my hair. Now, some may think that since I cover my hair (I am a Muslim woman that covers her hair), I lack the attatchment that most women have with their hair. That is completly untrue. I get my hair pressed somewhat regularly, and in between hair appointments I wash and flat iron it myself. Even though I love my hair I felt that it was time for me to see it in a new light, from its beginging stages. I made an appointment with a natural hair stylist; I didnt go to my regular beautician because I had to make this change alone.I had to get a feel for it before I recieved the opinions of my friends and family, and I have known my beautician since I was a child. When I arrived at the salon, I was greeted and after fillinng out some paper work my hair was already getting washed. The lady who was washing my hair began to tell me how she started off at one college aspiring to be a doctor, transferred to a state college and after taking several classes she decided to major in finance. After working in finance for a while, she sparked an interest in hair care, and she persued her interest by watching others already in the field and by asking lots of questions. And now she has a successful hair salon that specializes in maintaining your hairs natural curl. Initially I didnt realize that the lady washing my hair was the owner of the salon. When she was done washing she went on about her business, and after our conversation I had to smile becasue the universe keeps whispering to me &quot;keep up the good work, your headed in the right direction&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is moving to New York, for her going away gift I made a Sex and the City themed basket. I made Chanel bags, high heel shoes, taxi cabs and martini glass sugar cookies and some vanilla cupcakes with a chocolate frosting. It turned out fab!I hope you enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgaZ_P2SCDeY8fMkePYJmgnNlwaeFOznpuKGW5hmb0t7EEPYuuH6Y8AF1YQLmJwXQj3ifhQl-M3FHVQ00Vou9-D1BfOez9rBdoA623sgZcbME7dGXulUnq2Az3g7nQQ1Yl4se5VHxIXA/s1600/martini+glass.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgaZ_P2SCDeY8fMkePYJmgnNlwaeFOznpuKGW5hmb0t7EEPYuuH6Y8AF1YQLmJwXQj3ifhQl-M3FHVQ00Vou9-D1BfOez9rBdoA623sgZcbME7dGXulUnq2Az3g7nQQ1Yl4se5VHxIXA/s320/martini+glass.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570969744286150482&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8JM2TG-nH9hcs-PHbzWe7L2kKu4_ZgMKC7zT0MoYWcytaCs1u9cgBJpTCYcXJsTxwqVi31RDxA1BYOrbzJCipTaXsAKC0v0sWxhTdRATtPR-cgqSCiWVD5XXBWcSQau03QLp6z4bmDo/s1600/blog+basket.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8JM2TG-nH9hcs-PHbzWe7L2kKu4_ZgMKC7zT0MoYWcytaCs1u9cgBJpTCYcXJsTxwqVi31RDxA1BYOrbzJCipTaXsAKC0v0sWxhTdRATtPR-cgqSCiWVD5XXBWcSQau03QLp6z4bmDo/s320/blog+basket.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570971183476170434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6823692947903286713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-seems-as-though-no-matter-where-i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6823692947903286713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6823692947903286713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-seems-as-though-no-matter-where-i-am.html' title='Similar convos'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgaZ_P2SCDeY8fMkePYJmgnNlwaeFOznpuKGW5hmb0t7EEPYuuH6Y8AF1YQLmJwXQj3ifhQl-M3FHVQ00Vou9-D1BfOez9rBdoA623sgZcbME7dGXulUnq2Az3g7nQQ1Yl4se5VHxIXA/s72-c/martini+glass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-8362911479012948520</id><published>2011-01-20T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:53:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Some Thanks</title><content type='html'>Tunnel vision can be dangerous. Sometimes I find myself so obsessed with obtaining a &quot;fulfilling&quot; career that I loose sight of all of the other amazing things around me. When was the last time you gazed at the stars at night? I would not have been able to answer this question if google maps hadn&#39;t decided to lead my husband and I through the mountains on our way home from Thanksgiving with the family in Philadelphia. During our turbulent drive we passed through a town that had star in its name, the sky of this town was full of stars. It was so beautiful. As I drove, or rode, through the town I found myself wondering if I could remember looking at the stars in my regular routine. Knowing that I make no time to appreciate the gifts that God has placed on this earth saddens me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank google maps for allowing me to realize that I have to take life slow. Enjoy the moments, while planning for the future. There are so many things that I want to do. I want to be able to appreciate nature, without the bug bites and allergies. I want to grow vegetables, walk more, recycle, and volunteer. I want it all. The amazing thing about my wants is that they generally become reality. Even though tunnel vision is dangerous, it allows you to accomplish goals. The secret to it is being aware of the things around you so that you don&#39;t miss out on all of the greatness that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah for blessing me with a wonderful family, a great husband, supportive friends, steady income, health, motivation, drive, perspective, personality, humor, knowledge, opportunity and every life lesson that I have learned, the difficult ones as well as the graceful ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = &quot;ca-pub-1097796732551327&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;/* Mary */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = &quot;8453282670&quot;;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&lt;br /&gt;src=&quot;http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8362911479012948520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/giving-some-thanks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8362911479012948520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8362911479012948520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/giving-some-thanks.html' title='Giving Some Thanks'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-6896007217274829348</id><published>2011-01-10T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:18:33.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!!!</title><content type='html'>First off I have to apologize for my absence. Unfortunately life got the best of me. My husband&#39;s transition to a new job, a new residence, my new job, and so many other things lead to me being completely exhausted. I gave myself two months off of life, and slowly but surely I am returning. I have to improvise until I can go on vacation, so if a mental vacation is what I need, then a mental vacation is what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fear that I think about daily is getting comfortable in a not so comfortable situation. Allowing time to pass and ending up in the same place that I started. Its not a far fetched fear. It happens everyday. You go to work to pay your bills, then you have children, so you are working to pay bills and take care of your children, and the next thing you know you are stuck. That fear is what is motivating me to put energy only in things that interest me. I have been employed at a place for four years, and I have hated it for three years. Some people say well, get another job...And what I say to them is give me another job. I have applied, followed upped, called, personalized, visited, and for whatever reason I was stuck in that miserable situtaion. Don&#39;t get me wrong I am grateful for being employed in this economic crisis, and I don&#39;t think that I am to good for any situation. But I know my potential and personality, and what it comes down to is that I am tired of people telling me what to do. I am tired of waking up dreading the next eight to sixteen hours, and I don&#39;t believe that is how my valuable time should be spent. Fortunately for me my patience paid off, and I am now a....nanny. Although this is not a career either, it is a wonderful break from the stress that I endured at the psychiatric hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful and proud of how much I accomplished in 2010. I set out a goal and achieved it. MarYumms is real!! Out of all of the answers to the &quot;what am I going to do with my life&quot; question, the only answer that makes me happy is establishing MarYumms as a real business. But as soon as I get excited about that idea, I become overwhelmed with anxiety, and fear of failure. But I am not going to allow those negative emotions to prevent me from fulfilling my dream. Last years goal was met, so with a new year comes a new goal. 2011 will be the year of cakes. Last year if anyone asked if I did cakes, I told them no but soon. This year I am taking cake orders! I have already created three beautifully delicious cakes. With God&#39;s help by the end of this year I will be ready to do wedding cakes. Now that will be amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted pictures of my first three cakes, I hope that they make you crave MarYumms, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUe1KNlGlMdW_sVaI9BHvHl3tJvOe9RuSORh5mBBq0atSc-ycfH6f7NGSEPwBGLnneUOB9UiBA7zl1Fq7MdrRd9FOuZzDUWeSjZ8ScJfxnJAhuM2rUSDW7HwFDljTiTOQIUCgAM4Bbwg/s1600/housewarming+cake+1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUe1KNlGlMdW_sVaI9BHvHl3tJvOe9RuSORh5mBBq0atSc-ycfH6f7NGSEPwBGLnneUOB9UiBA7zl1Fq7MdrRd9FOuZzDUWeSjZ8ScJfxnJAhuM2rUSDW7HwFDljTiTOQIUCgAM4Bbwg/s320/housewarming+cake+1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560652374254170930&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry cake with a strwaberry butter cream frosting. Please ignore the script, this is not the final version of the cake, I didnt capture the alterations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6LlYSZqrVwr1TeN6JdcQhH8F0DcnfdMZTF9uYeWQ6suuQPqaeWBmlbOs0gfOPzf958NTeFOOUuFot7eBFpkDMHaeeI_TPxEcHPpxAYBtdOQUxjg9DINa-Cj-hDBKnYtmF3Xn6SsuZcU/s1600/black+forest+cake+1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6LlYSZqrVwr1TeN6JdcQhH8F0DcnfdMZTF9uYeWQ6suuQPqaeWBmlbOs0gfOPzf958NTeFOOUuFot7eBFpkDMHaeeI_TPxEcHPpxAYBtdOQUxjg9DINa-Cj-hDBKnYtmF3Xn6SsuZcU/s320/black+forest+cake+1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560653091508967618&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black forest cake. Chocolate cake with a cherry filling, vanilla frosting and chocolate shavings on the sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUamHctycc2EWl4tvgNNz90YKvmJq8u8ayu_QprYmJN6hyphenhyphen_V6vlyTXjKJs2LDu8ld5a-lPXghhVlyFSipHf9xEx3USzaJecHzUeD3FT5xHobnreKmLHBTz5OxCxCiUgLU8GjUvrs5oXC4/s1600/marble+bday+cake1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUamHctycc2EWl4tvgNNz90YKvmJq8u8ayu_QprYmJN6hyphenhyphen_V6vlyTXjKJs2LDu8ld5a-lPXghhVlyFSipHf9xEx3USzaJecHzUeD3FT5xHobnreKmLHBTz5OxCxCiUgLU8GjUvrs5oXC4/s320/marble+bday+cake1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560653577621250530&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marble cake with chocolate filling and chocoalte frosting.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6896007217274829348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6896007217274829348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6896007217274829348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!!!'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUe1KNlGlMdW_sVaI9BHvHl3tJvOe9RuSORh5mBBq0atSc-ycfH6f7NGSEPwBGLnneUOB9UiBA7zl1Fq7MdrRd9FOuZzDUWeSjZ8ScJfxnJAhuM2rUSDW7HwFDljTiTOQIUCgAM4Bbwg/s72-c/housewarming+cake+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-1961607457452712748</id><published>2010-08-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:46:00.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learned Behaviors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvh_UzSdgdqEsCvW2KwKE_jjR9XZXKXrvYqA81xTeVdae23y0q2ajY6f0Ace5xYN5lslKRfVAvId2Qh6_6APHMo7UNc5qFJOVOqBjhXznKUut0e5kGWiTbliBHRuWxz6-hRLE3aZZ3R8/s1600/splenda+cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvh_UzSdgdqEsCvW2KwKE_jjR9XZXKXrvYqA81xTeVdae23y0q2ajY6f0Ace5xYN5lslKRfVAvId2Qh6_6APHMo7UNc5qFJOVOqBjhXznKUut0e5kGWiTbliBHRuWxz6-hRLE3aZZ3R8/s320/splenda+cake.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509926482000617890&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9nYiAukP4fN3U53-uH5pwWkvCJhvsAlxVExmNXNaadhDCjE321c8iO9-bLeT6VOptQFWTZ_WeXjCwJ63h5s0jrO4GPxfzNGqtO2nba02NEyl_Fv9El5MwenBfoZAGkwB_3YU9DAfnpY/s1600/6+cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9nYiAukP4fN3U53-uH5pwWkvCJhvsAlxVExmNXNaadhDCjE321c8iO9-bLeT6VOptQFWTZ_WeXjCwJ63h5s0jrO4GPxfzNGqtO2nba02NEyl_Fv9El5MwenBfoZAGkwB_3YU9DAfnpY/s320/6+cake.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509926480146903618&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new found hunger for life I have found myself reflecting on everything that pertains to me. The way that I grew up, my family, my friendships, the things that make me happy, the things that make me sad, pretty much everything about my existence. Something that I have recently realized is that I have never found anyone quite like me. I have three sisters and one brother, we look alike, but we all have completely different personalities. And believe it or not I am the odd ball. Its not that bad, its fun, and its the truth. Here is an example of my odd ballness, my youngest sister&#39;s bday is October 24,my older sisters bday is December 25, my oldest sisters bday is June 26, and my brothers bday is January 28. Look at the day they were born, all in order, all that&#39;s needed is the 27th, good thing my bday is March 27th right....wrong its June 4th. There are other things that I can talk about but the truth of the matter is that I never had a problem with being different. From a young age I was comfortable in my skin. I didn&#39;t mind playing alone, or playing with others. I didn&#39;t see anything wrong with crying after my mother left me. I didn&#39;t care about matching clothes, or what my reflection looked like. I was never self conscious. I learned later in life that you are supposed to care what people think about you and have things that you don&#39;t like about yourself. I stopped wearing flip flops because I was told me feet were to big. I&#39;m sure they are, but they are my feet and I didn&#39;t have much control over them, so why not embrace them. Once I realized that my feet are perfect simply because they are mine I did away with the sneakers and embraced my Fred flinstone hand feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to my baking I sometimes find myself discouraged because there are so many wonderful cake decorators out there. Real artists making real art. I am just someone who is fiddling in a possible interest, there is no place for me in this culinary world. Or is there? When I find myself having the negative, counter productive thought I automatically challenge it and remind myself that I am not trying to be like the cake boss, or even the woman that I interned with. I am merely doing something that I enjoy and allowing others to be apart of my journey (by indulging in MarYumms yummies). I am going to leave my mark my way. I cant be the Maryam who put socks on with flip flops because everyone else had issues with themselves, I am going to embrace the Maryam who is comfortable with herself, flaws and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above is a splenda strawberry flower cake and a coconut number six cake, both received positive feedback so that is good with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1961607457452712748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/learned-behaviors.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/1961607457452712748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/1961607457452712748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/learned-behaviors.html' title='Learned Behaviors'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvh_UzSdgdqEsCvW2KwKE_jjR9XZXKXrvYqA81xTeVdae23y0q2ajY6f0Ace5xYN5lslKRfVAvId2Qh6_6APHMo7UNc5qFJOVOqBjhXznKUut0e5kGWiTbliBHRuWxz6-hRLE3aZZ3R8/s72-c/splenda+cake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-1325251468751235840</id><published>2010-08-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:53:50.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling with the times</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about how in the good old days you could save your way to success. I see success in my future (not seeking wealth, but happiness, not despising getting up and going to work every morning), but I am having trouble with the saving part. I have always thought of my savings account as a postponed funds account. Every time I save X amount of dollars an unexpected expense occurs for nearly that same amount. In those situations I remain calm, and tell myself to be grateful for having that money and being able to hand the situation. &lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I was under the impression that life simply happened. Things come to you with little to no effort. Things were supposed to happen, and if you did the first the rest would follow. College leads to a great job. Then you meet your wonderful husband and children follow. Now that I have experienced a little more of this thing called life I have learned that you have to make life happen (with the help of God of course). For three years I have gone to work simply to pay my bills, sometimes coming up short :( During those three years I applied for jobs religiously, jobs that I was over, under and perfectly qualified for, but have had no success. I personalized my resume, cover letters, emailed people in offices, went to businesses EVERYTHING!! And to my surprise that process has left me empty handed. Through it all I have remained optimistic, although my stinky attitude days came and went. And today I can tell you that my energy is no longer invested into landing that &quot;dream job&quot;, all of my wonderful energy is invested in me making that dream job. So far so good :)&lt;br /&gt;***I would like to thank EVERYONE who has supported MarYumms, it truly means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1325251468751235840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/rolling-with-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/1325251468751235840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/1325251468751235840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/rolling-with-times.html' title='Rolling with the times'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-4915273774151398591</id><published>2010-08-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:39:37.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life road map</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVwbRDelPUhRv965r-wXn4mhYu3BoXWkkSm6Hj_FcftpVGhavXAPMP-T1YUGNzIHTKq2iJ1oXOVAFC2mspQ-RNhzvNqCyj_H94Okb-NOg53BmwkwW8eiBERKnnYNdDhBSpVwiBEL3uew/s1600/chocolate+flower+cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502290476868414882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVwbRDelPUhRv965r-wXn4mhYu3BoXWkkSm6Hj_FcftpVGhavXAPMP-T1YUGNzIHTKq2iJ1oXOVAFC2mspQ-RNhzvNqCyj_H94Okb-NOg53BmwkwW8eiBERKnnYNdDhBSpVwiBEL3uew/s320/chocolate+flower+cake.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxzzSwWJKFoo2bAK1w1iqoy9Gi91O5wAnyOALSb5FgFSQvAKAu6-WwxN_suK64ZC1qSO-AX_IBGL9Nq6Mo22g_oTneUqZcFG2qbfJfa-lhJVA8pMQ3ZnbMb0vBMRYJ1ZgepRoATWAlL4/s1600/banana+cupcake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502290138627048722&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxzzSwWJKFoo2bAK1w1iqoy9Gi91O5wAnyOALSb5FgFSQvAKAu6-WwxN_suK64ZC1qSO-AX_IBGL9Nq6Mo22g_oTneUqZcFG2qbfJfa-lhJVA8pMQ3ZnbMb0vBMRYJ1ZgepRoATWAlL4/s320/banana+cupcake.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the middle of being frustrated or confused about life I wonder why we weren&#39;t supplied with a life outline, blue print, road map, something. Something that allows us to know that we are headed in the right direction. Something that we can refer to that will ease the current stressors because we can peek ahead and see that there really is light at the end of the tunnel. Recently a light bulb went off, and I realized that I do have my own life map, my intuition. I have been developing a closer relationship with myself over the past couple of years. And through developing this relationship I have become very comfortable with listening to my heart and filtering through my mind, and that method has been very successful. When I reflect on my younger years, I realized that my biggest and hardest life lessons occurred when I put my instincts on the back burner, and allowed others to make decisions for me. That approach was easier at times, but they ended up leaving the scars that have lasted the longest. In life we have so many authority figures, laws, and moral guidelines that we tend to listen to ourselves last. In doing that I believe that we are missing out on our next set of directions, causing many of us to go into undesired directions. I do not know where I am going to be in a year from now, but I know that today I am in a very good place. And I am extremely grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a believer in everything happening for a reason. Regrets don&#39;t exist, only life lessons. As you already know I would not mind having a real job, an environment in which I have an office, a place that would skip a beat if I was not there.Unfortunately, for the past four years I have been employed at a place in which I belong no where and cancels me when I am not needed. But regardless of my daily job woes I can say that my job has taught me an invaluable tool. The ability to identify a crazy person within moments of meeting them. Now that I am perfecting my skill, I have to remember that when I leave the confines of the hospital I will still encounter crazy people. I recently had an experience in which someone (not a customer, friend, co worker, just some random person) took it upon themselves to give me all of this criticism, when I have been hearing the opposite of their opinions from everyone else. Mind you this was not constructive it was out of the left field criticisms. I treated the individual normally, but I did get offended and upset. While telling my husband the story, I realized that the individual was crazy, and I should have treated them like I do the patients at work. With no emotional involvement, keeping calm and respond as if they were normal. That incident reminded me to keep my cradar (crazy people radar) on, because if you give into some one&#39;s madness it could ruin your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I completed another flower cake (pictured above). This was the first one with chocolate fudge frosting. The fudge gave me some minor problems, but after I had a good talk with it, it changed its attitude. The happy birthday was supposed to be the flower&#39;s leaves :( Ill work on that for next time. Today I am selling after Juma, I am introducing a new flavor banana with chocolate cream cheese (pictured above). We will see if they sell out. Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4915273774151398591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-road-map.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/4915273774151398591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/4915273774151398591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-road-map.html' title='My life road map'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVwbRDelPUhRv965r-wXn4mhYu3BoXWkkSm6Hj_FcftpVGhavXAPMP-T1YUGNzIHTKq2iJ1oXOVAFC2mspQ-RNhzvNqCyj_H94Okb-NOg53BmwkwW8eiBERKnnYNdDhBSpVwiBEL3uew/s72-c/chocolate+flower+cake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-3169564313822730727</id><published>2010-07-31T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:22:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not a real post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKPaVFTptngiGqZzVGbQe248xjBv_7JleI_rnGziov0uNdlYAQrMtgzK6Ex5dJ6-3p1xrZ394lm0SA7T4SIwUd8r6vZMEdFBrQ7ZBy7KyFG0YEbh5Mcafm5JlmrX6O5_NzFWBm0QjfMY/s1600/heart+cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKPaVFTptngiGqZzVGbQe248xjBv_7JleI_rnGziov0uNdlYAQrMtgzK6Ex5dJ6-3p1xrZ394lm0SA7T4SIwUd8r6vZMEdFBrQ7ZBy7KyFG0YEbh5Mcafm5JlmrX6O5_NzFWBm0QjfMY/s320/heart+cake.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500182909282913826&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BVXbiwCSR8WFPMHovLtSeeFDwGEYtI5ndBoMZVanopsDPDVsONPPzyWYXHRU3PXzAgPGJd5L_jfG8BSKEj_hIQkege8VyNXcL2fTX-7Bb9Q780OHXuTjYHndW14HwaIMwspTphZ5Uiw/s1600/Flower+birthday+cake+edited.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BVXbiwCSR8WFPMHovLtSeeFDwGEYtI5ndBoMZVanopsDPDVsONPPzyWYXHRU3PXzAgPGJd5L_jfG8BSKEj_hIQkege8VyNXcL2fTX-7Bb9Q780OHXuTjYHndW14HwaIMwspTphZ5Uiw/s320/Flower+birthday+cake+edited.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500182904938354994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just posting pictures of my two latest cakes, I think they are too cute!! The first is another flower cake. I love flower cakes because they are so cupcake friendly. This one is made of seven vanilla cupcakes and has a strawberry butter cream frosting. The second is a heart cake made from ten chocolate cupcakes and it has a strawberry butter cream frosting as well. So far the strawberry frostings are very popular. I have a strawberry butter cream and a strawberry cream cheese, and they are both delish!! Well until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3169564313822730727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-real-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/3169564313822730727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/3169564313822730727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-real-post.html' title='not a real post'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKPaVFTptngiGqZzVGbQe248xjBv_7JleI_rnGziov0uNdlYAQrMtgzK6Ex5dJ6-3p1xrZ394lm0SA7T4SIwUd8r6vZMEdFBrQ7ZBy7KyFG0YEbh5Mcafm5JlmrX6O5_NzFWBm0QjfMY/s72-c/heart+cake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-6575712130963188434</id><published>2010-07-31T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:40:31.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can go wrong will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lOqGdEW0Sis1ew707PQiX1lOLf0WfW5jk2i9P-KChK8Jtp0CYsPfhLfYTDCoBJZ1IZEr5xfmxj_GopZwCpvpIMf6epST-BYSNsNdlMTRDScDbz8U8pDxVDOMh-XUS9VtGDhF9M7mwl0/s1600/60+cookies.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lOqGdEW0Sis1ew707PQiX1lOLf0WfW5jk2i9P-KChK8Jtp0CYsPfhLfYTDCoBJZ1IZEr5xfmxj_GopZwCpvpIMf6epST-BYSNsNdlMTRDScDbz8U8pDxVDOMh-XUS9VtGDhF9M7mwl0/s320/60+cookies.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500062316029767730&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlubol7ZLmoaykqnvWOeVCyFy_ryu4doUcmHaaS_b5zmdqfA9PmiC0lpbVQ4P0bPwsQwIpWXL0CxJV6ru7SEkkmDCUKNX2dJ2N_S1bcA4V9w0ZhOC84gNd5D5rc9ghGxljQymmZswypc/s1600/many+minnies.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlubol7ZLmoaykqnvWOeVCyFy_ryu4doUcmHaaS_b5zmdqfA9PmiC0lpbVQ4P0bPwsQwIpWXL0CxJV6ru7SEkkmDCUKNX2dJ2N_S1bcA4V9w0ZhOC84gNd5D5rc9ghGxljQymmZswypc/s320/many+minnies.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500062206319936018&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Where to begin? Word of mouth is truly the best advertisement. This week, was a very busy week for me. I had an order of 2 dozen minis for Thursday, after I dropped them off at my friends house (who braids from her home), she called me with two more orders for Friday. One of my co workers ordered 60 minis and 60 cookies (both pictured above) for his organizations picnic, and I had to bake 3 dozen regular cupcakes to sell at two local Masjids. Today I have two cakes, one heart and one flower. &lt;br /&gt;   I try to do my baking early to leave room for error. Even though I have orders I am still a beginner and I know from previous experience that the kitchen has a mind of its own. The two major setbacks that I experienced were my chocolate cupcake recipe and the cookie dough. I am trying to come up with my own chocolate cupcake recipe, I want it to be chocolaty but sweet. I don&#39;t want it to taste like coffee or to be serious, I want it to be playful and fun. Thursday evening after I had been baking for two days straight I went against my instinct of adding more chocolate to the batter and the cupcakes came out the same color as my carrot cupcakes. I was soo upset because all I wanted to do was lay down. If you know me then you know that I needed my naps, and this was my third day with out one, and it was around ten at night, the bed was soo close, but after those brown cupcakes came out I knew that I had to put my sleep off for another 45 minutes or so. After I sulked for a couple of minutes I sucked it up and followed my instincts and the cupcakes came out exactly how I wanted them to be. Lesson learned follow instincts!!&lt;br /&gt;   Even though my addiction is the cute cupcake, I make a delicious cookie too. I made the cookie dough Wednesday night so that it could freeze over night so all that I would have to do is bake them and they would be good to go. As I started baking I noticed that the cookies were coming out super thin. They were falling apart when I touched them (after they were cool of course). But me being the queen of denial, I baked them all, thinking that since they were smaller than usual the dough was acting funny. The next morning (delivery day), I was not loving these cookies so I began making another batch of cookie dough, and as I read the ingredients, I knew what went wrong, I added the same amount of brown sugar and white sugar, when the recipe called for a whole lot of brown sugar and a tad bit of white sugar. Fortunately the guy texted me saying that he needed a later later drop off so everything worked out great. Leson learned follow instrutions!!&lt;br /&gt;   When I am in the kitchen I try to move slow, and I try to do a maximum of two things at a time, because each recipe is different and as you can see if you don&#39;t pay attention the first time you will just have to do it over again.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to get these cakes together. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6575712130963188434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-can-go-wrong-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6575712130963188434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/6575712130963188434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-can-go-wrong-will.html' title='What can go wrong will'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lOqGdEW0Sis1ew707PQiX1lOLf0WfW5jk2i9P-KChK8Jtp0CYsPfhLfYTDCoBJZ1IZEr5xfmxj_GopZwCpvpIMf6epST-BYSNsNdlMTRDScDbz8U8pDxVDOMh-XUS9VtGDhF9M7mwl0/s72-c/60+cookies.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-8630488834880643901</id><published>2010-07-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:07:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly one year later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWUVY5tchXCMZ52Js9hJkq2PHaeFA48VxErv5uOtj5dop7KDpNym7aN9SLzUg4wNuz3gSvSkBTA6McibxvvE-4pFZ8X5wHlMnjS-oSSVwaXE9EvHRY-58Vz9eKzqifCyrg8Z2Zn5fGjg/s1600/Pull+apart+flower+cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWUVY5tchXCMZ52Js9hJkq2PHaeFA48VxErv5uOtj5dop7KDpNym7aN9SLzUg4wNuz3gSvSkBTA6McibxvvE-4pFZ8X5wHlMnjS-oSSVwaXE9EvHRY-58Vz9eKzqifCyrg8Z2Zn5fGjg/s320/Pull+apart+flower+cake.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120123092910178&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently realized that I think within the box. I owe my new outlook to my husband, because he doesn&#39;t even know that a box exists. I have put a lot of emphasis on degrees, and the conventional way of doing things. Applying for jobs, looking into graduate programs, when in reality I do not want to do either. I am blessed to be around a variety of individuals. I know people who will be doctors in a couple of years, and I know people who have great marketable skills. I want to be a little of both. I want to have my plaques on the wall, but at the same time you have to have that thing that you enjoy that can pay for your weekend getaway to Savannah. Right now, I am on a break from school. I see myself going back, but I have to be in a different place mentally. In time everything will fall together, I am in no way worried about my educational future. I am just trying to live, and not let life get the best of me. My first degree has given me the privilege of working at a place where i get poop on my shoe (literally), so I am not rushing the second one.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways of learning. Small business owners need help, and interning is a great way to learn how things are done in the trade that you are interested in. Just send a flowery email, and set up a meeting (don&#39;t forget to smile), and I am sure they would be happy for the helping hand. Well, it worked for me, I am extremely grateful for my time at the bakery. My experience at the bakery allowed me to become comfortable with baking and I learned a lot of tricks of the trade. Unfortunately my internship turned into me doing what every one else did not want to do. When that became a constant occurrence I informed the owner that I would only be able to come in once a week, the following week she told me that my services were no longer needed. &lt;br /&gt;Now that I have some professional experience under my belt, I am comfortable with taking orders. And boy have I been getting orders. All I have to do is mention that I sell cupcakes, and boom they order a dozen. lol. I have done a couple of cupcake cakes too (one is pictured above). I love it!! Never before have I felt this passionate about a career. So with the help of God, I will be able to be my own boss in due time. &lt;br /&gt;I will try and be more consistent in my posts, and give updates on my orders. Until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8630488834880643901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/nearly-one-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8630488834880643901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/8630488834880643901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/nearly-one-year-later.html' title='Nearly one year later'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWUVY5tchXCMZ52Js9hJkq2PHaeFA48VxErv5uOtj5dop7KDpNym7aN9SLzUg4wNuz3gSvSkBTA6McibxvvE-4pFZ8X5wHlMnjS-oSSVwaXE9EvHRY-58Vz9eKzqifCyrg8Z2Zn5fGjg/s72-c/Pull+apart+flower+cake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-7985211165341892534</id><published>2010-03-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:48:32.318-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moist cakes"/><title type='text'>Journey of 1000 steps</title><content type='html'>I have never been as obsessed with something as much as I am with baking. Its hard for me to contain my enthusiasm, that&#39;s one of the reasons why I began this blog. I want to be able to keep my passion to myself as much as possible, but at the same time I need an outlet for all of my experiences. &lt;br /&gt;This week I sold my second cake. It was a caramel cake. Prior to the order I had never heard of a caramel cake. I googled recipes but I didn&#39;t like the reviews that most of the recipes I came across. Luckily my mother gave me several cookbooks and I found an excellent caramel walnut cake recipe. I eliminated the walnuts and walla, caramel cake. From the beginning of my baking I have been looking for the key to a moist cake. I came across applesauce, mayonnaise, and other random things found in the refrigerator that just so happen to keep your cake wet. Luckily for me I have been observing everything at the bakery. And here my friends are the key steps to a moist cake. The first is creaming the sugar and butter really really well, the second is to add your flour last and don&#39;t over mix it. Over mixing is simply mixing the batter too long after the flour is added, all you want to do is incorporate the flour, and the last key to moist perfection is timing. Set a timer every six minutes, rotate the cake each time, when the cake is almost done check it around every two minutes or so and then remove it. My cake was so wonderfully moist I couldn&#39;t believe it. Now all I have to do is work on my icing skills. Practice will make perfect, and I am definitely up for the challenge. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7985211165341892534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-of-1000-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/7985211165341892534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/7985211165341892534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-of-1000-steps.html' title='Journey of 1000 steps'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-4368362993469036766</id><published>2010-03-11T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:52:04.924-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hard work"/><title type='text'>Something like irony</title><content type='html'>When I started working at the hospital a little over three years ago I always had a story to tell. Everything that happened was so out of the ordinary and unreal that I had to share these semi amusing stories to any and everyone that would listen. Today when asked how my day was a fog comes over me. I draw a blank. The semi amusing things still happen, but they are no longer new to me. My job has caused me to turn off a piece of me that I really want on. That is why I am seeking a profession/hobby that will provide me with daily joys. Today a man came into the bakery, he did not smile, he appeared to be lost. He asked for two dozen cupcakes. He didn&#39;t care about the price or the flavors he had to get them for an impromptu birthday party at his office. He went on to explain that initially they had nothing planned and later his boss decided he wanted to do something for this individuals birthday, he ended by saying so here I am. During our encounter he did not smile once, he actually seemed unhappy about having to search the city for cupcakes for someones last minute office birthday bash. After he left I reflected upon our interaction, and I knew that in ten years I do not want to be the person running errands for an indecisive boss, I want to be the person with the bakery for the last minute cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;This past week I worked with the geriatric patients. I sincerely love working with them, but there is one down side to working on that unit, it always smells like urine or the movement of bowels. I am so serious, the full time staff on the unit have started wearing face masks out of fear of becoming sick from the constant odor. On Tuesday I spent my entire 16 hours on that unit only to wake up the next day to intern at a bakery with an aroma of happiness. Lol, that is the only way that I can explain it. This week I have gained a little independence. I made my first batch of cookie dough, it was sugar lemon, and I baked my first batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. I have put them in the oven before but this was the first time that I took them out when they were done. That&#39;s a big accomplishment for a second week intern. My supervisors keep assuring me that as time progresses I will be doing more. I believe them and look forward to the hard work that lies ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4368362993469036766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-like-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/4368362993469036766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1743019830244282799/posts/default/4368362993469036766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryumsdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-like-irony.html' title='Something like irony'/><author><name>MarYumms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283545053273006504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRltN49hRSW3GXP6K5iWR-bkzY_Z2xznv4QHY6KueSjvomqcovXg5QfQUHHOOO6-NRTO11X__bwE49rPi5nREEqTE9J2EeUEDOBrUTgvQwh6QeSWp9yZ8K1dZo2jLOdrQ/s220/ppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1743019830244282799.post-4287561399623052568</id><published>2010-03-05T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:40:45.911-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bakery"/><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>I had driven past this bakery plenty times. The owner has a cute sign at the top of the parking lot that says &quot;you need a cupcake now!&quot;. I will admit that I was initially jealous when I noticed it, jealous that someone else was living out my dream. I don&#39;t know what inspired me to email the owner, I really have no idea as to why I did it, but low and behold she was looking for someone that she could train and hire. I came in thinking that I was just going to see how I liked the environment, and for her to see if she liked me, but I was actually the intern when I had stepped out of her office the week before. My first day there did not feel like a first day at all. I was making cupcakes, doing dishes and assisting in the front. Every time I turned around there was something for me to do. The bakery has its sales floor where they sell cupcakes, cookies, and brownies, the kitchen where all of the magic happens, the owners office and a consultation room. They are constantly baking for the bakery and for the many orders that they have to complete. What I didn&#39;t know about this bakery is that the owner is amazing! She was voted brides choice last year, and she can make a cake to look like anything. But above all everything is perfectly delicious. She is eager to teach, in exchange for the help that I am giving. I know that I am going to learn so much from just being there. I have been there five times, and I think that I have the cupcakes under control. I cant wait until I am icing cakes and making designer bags. I really feel good about this experience. Right now I have a hectic schedule, I do three doubles at the hospital, two days at the bakery and two days for myself. I love it! 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During the final days of 2009 I made several promises to myself; mainly promises that would allow my future to me different from my past, and I can say that on this fifth day of March that I am keeping the promises that were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....I am a twenty four year old, newly married, optimistic young lady who knows she is destined for success. That knowledge drives me to pursue my interests until I find what it is that I am looking for. As a child my profession of choice was the person at Dunkin Doughnuts that hands you to the doughnuts...lol, I would explain that to people with a straight face. Not understanding the puzzled looks I received while maintaining confidence behind my aspired profession. After maturing I decided on becoming what I thought was a psychologist but in reality I was interested in therapy. I have always had an appreciation for communication. There was a point where I was shut off to the world, because communication can hurt as much as it can heal, but now that I am older I appreciate it more and know when its necessary to use. All through high school I knew that I would attend college and major in psychology, and some how have an office and see clients. I didn&#39;t really know the necessary steps to accomplish that dream. The summer before college I had an emergency trip to the dentist, that trip changed my career goals to dentistry, but a couple semesters of college biology shifted my interest back to psychology. After finishing college there was one thing that I knew I did not want to do....go back to school. With no perspective jobs I took a month hiatus in Egypt to study Arabic. That month was a well needed vacation from the mental anguish I was in towards the end of my undergraduate years. I had no job, my resume was shabby, but I did have a college degree and a father with lots of contacts (or so I thought), so the uncertainties of my future were on hold while I rode camels, acted like I spoke the language and hung out on the Nile. The three months after my return were spent developing a resume, calling businesses, going to job fairs and trying to stay optimistic in what seemed like a horrible situation. I foolishly financed my lavish lifestyle with two credit cards, that I am still paying on today. Luckily my father was able to get me a job at a behavioral hospital, and I have been employed there for three years. After my first year I began graduate studies for professional counseling, but on the last day of my practicum I realized that I no longer wanted to listen to people&#39;s problems for a living. Being a counselor is very selfless. You have to use yourself as a mirror for your clients, and it is up to them to grow or to remain stagnant. Regardless of how much I enjoy to see others happy I cannot dedicate years of studying, internships and low pay for people who may or may not benefit from my patience. Luckily for me in the middle of my career changes I met my dream husband. It completely caught me off guard, but I knew who I was looking for and ten months later we were married in the most wonderful wedding, and today nine months later we are still happy and in love. We both are constant motivations for the other to succeed in whatever we are aspiring to do. &lt;br /&gt;Where am I today? I still work at the nut house, only for income, but I am interning at a wonderful bakery around the corner from my house. Someone recently told me that people are more aware of what they want to do when they are younger than when they are older. Is it possible that the child who wanted to hand people doughnuts had more self awareness than the college graduate who was interested in therapy? 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