I am SO unloved...

This morning I was being smart-mouthed to my mom, and she jokingly told me to leave. She told my younger brother to say goodbye. Instead of saying "No, I don't want Skippy to leave!" he says "I'll wait for her to get her shoes on. Then she has to get all her stuff and her suitcase. And she has to make me cookies. Then she can leave". Thanks, lil' bro. I'm really feeling the love (rolls eyes)

If You Give a Chef a Broken Refrigerator...

Last weekend, our fridge broke. That's right. We have one of those double refrigerators--ya know, the ones with the freezer on one side and the fridge on the other. The fridge side broke, so we had to move all the food into coolers on the porch, and into our car (welcome to Michigan--the weather's cold enough to do that here). For a week, we had to go outside to get anything like milk, eggs, etaka. It totally messed up my plans--I had planned to make up some new recipes (I really like cooking) that I had to get my mom to go shopping for, but with no fridge, my hopes went up in smoke. But I did get to make "bangers and mash", a British dish with potatoes, gravy, and sausage all baked in a casserole dish. Yum! Anyway, usually, (being a homeschool family), my dad would have fixed the whole situation (he's an engineer) within a day, but of course, his job decided to send him to North Carolina for a week. WHY?!?!?! Life hates me.

Chef Boyardee is my enemy!

Today right before art class, my mom force-fed me Chef Boyardee ravioli. That stuff is absolutely gross! Not only is it canned, but it just doesn't look right--the beef isn't brown: it's a sick kind of gray. The pasta is way too soft, and the sauce tastes like that excuse for sauce they give you at Arby's--only thick and more tomatoey. *shudders* I have bad memories of Chef Boyardee from childhood. After eating Spagetti-O's once, I nearly messed on myself (gimme a break, I was only 6) at school (yeah, I used to go to a public school). The teachers noticed my oddly pale face, and asked if I was okay. I miserably nodded yes, then tried to puke into the toilet later on. It didn't work because I guess canned ravioli blocks you up. I was constipated for 2 days last time I ate that stuff. Pray that I don't die cause I ate it today.

Cookies vs. Popcorn

A few days ago my little brother Mike joined a division of Boy Scouts--Tiger Cub Scouts. You know how Girl Scouts sell those heart-attack-inducing cookies? Well, Boy Scouts sell popcorn. I love popcorn (of course we're buying some), and I also really like the coconut cookies from Girl Scouts. So I was wondering which one you guys like? Cookies or popcorn? Popcorn or cookies? I can't decide. Lucky for me, I know a Girl Scout, and my little punk brother's a Boy Scout now. I'm thinking of joining a division of Boy Scouts (calm down--it's for girls and boys) call Venturing. It looks like a lot of fun--and best of all: I sell cookies and popcorn!