When I Grow Up

Hello again,
   Whenever I reread the title of blog I sing that old, hip sing by the Pussycat Dolls called When I Grow Up. Actually, I was listening to it and that is how I got the idea to blog about this. Their are many things I wanted to be when I grow up, from vet, to house mom, and even a marine biologist, but now I have narrowed my wide selection of choices to one's that interest me so much more. I love to cook, especially desserts, so I would love to be a baker and own one of the most popular and well-known bakeries in the world, like Buddy from Carlos' Bakery. Buddy has his own show and is located next to the best place on Earth, New York City! The only negative thing is that I would be eating my delicious desserts all day long until I grew obese; maybe I could work on making them less fatty and sugary.
   The other choice of job I would like to have is to be a dermatologist. Mainly because I always want people to look and feel their skin and it be sheik and smooth. I have actually already started my duties in the dermatology department, ask Cody Day. I think it would be very interesting to have that job just to see what comes my way. And of course I would want my firm to be successful and well-known to where my lobby is full of people waiting to see me. Maybe in the lobby I can have some fresh pastries made by me, part dessert maker, part dermatologist.

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