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One cake mix, any kind.
2 eggs.
1/2 cup oil.
Whatever mixings you want, like nuts, or in this case, Reese's peanut butter chips.
Mix till all the cake mix is wet.
Roll into balls and bake at 350 for 8 minutes.
Easiest. Thing. EVER. Seriously.
I just made 5 dozen cookies in less than an hour including clean up. And everyone loves them. People beg me to bring them to parties.
I feel guilty sometimes when I hear people talking about how I make the best cookies. But most of the time I don't.
I just figured out the moblog thingie. I'm quite pleased. I will be posting more pics tonight. It's beer pong tournament. Never mind that I don't drink beer. It's the competition I'm interested in.
Its red and shiny and awesome. Oh, and I don't waste a million plastic bottles every week now.
Nicknames I have, or have been called over the years:
- Meg (most of my family calls me this)
- Megs (this is my most current nickname at work)
- Schmegan (this is what Christine calls me, it doesn't work so well in reverse on her)
- Tia (the kids call me this instead of aunt)
- Megita (Adela calls me this)
- Meggie (my sister, my brother-in-law and my dad are the only ones allowed to call me this)
- HB (this stands for Hunny Bunny and only my mom calls me this)
- Ah Chu (this sounds like a sneeze and is from my married last name)
- Nutmeg (haven't heard this one since high school)
- Carrot (I get this a lot from uncles; if my sister is around, I'm Big Carrot and she's Little Carrot)
- Red (this is what people that don't know me or my name call me, strangers say this instead of hey you)
- Megalicious (my bff Cassie calls me this)
- Tiger (my second favorite person in the whole world [Stella being the first favorite] calls me this occasionally)
This is a transcript of an actual conversation that happened between Stella and I while watching a couple shows about sharks and why they might attack people.
Stella: So sharks eat people, huh? (a bit nervously)
Me: Well, sometimes baby, but they don't cruise around looking for people to eat. And besides, they wouldn't eat you, you are way too sour. (with a smile, trying to put her at ease)
Stella: (after a few moments thinking) They would probably eat Sid, cause he is orange flavored.
Me: (laughing, looking over at Sid's bright orange hair) How do you know he's orange flavored???
Stella: I don't. But I bet a shark would think so and want to find out.
Me: (after calming down enough to talk) What flavor am I then, if Sid is orange?
Stella: Hmmmm... Maybe strawberry? Or cherry? But you're right, I am definitely sour like a lemon.
Me: I was thinking more like a pickle, my little baby dill!
(Conversation degenerates into tickle/wrestling/chomping/giggling fight, as I try to test my theory about her flavor by biting her arm)
I haven't been sleeping lately. Ever since the 12 hours I spent in bed last Friday night, I've been hard pressed to get more than four straight hours of sleep.
Yesterday, after work, I had all kinds of plans. I did manage to go straight to the gym after work, but it was one million degrees in there, so I didn't stay long. I came home, sat on my couch type thing, and promptly knocked out. Sitting up. My alarm went off at 6 pm so I would take my eye drops, and I tried to get up then and do some other stuff, like go to the library, do some laundry, return my movies... That kinda thing. But I couldn't. I was all woozy with sleepiness. So I just gave into it. And didn't wake up again till 10 when it was time to take my eye drops again.
I got up and actually went to bed at that point, assuming I wouldn't be able to sleep. Wrong! I didn't wake up again till 6 am. I must have needed it. I feel pretty darn good today. And all lovey dovey. I love everyone! Especially whoever was playing breakfast fairy today and left something from Jack in the Box on my desk. I wasn't able to eat it, cause OMG was it full of grease and cheese and heavy things like that. But I love the thought behind it. Now just to find out which one of my boys left it for me.
When Ian and Stella were babies, they were a wee bit stingy with their kisses. Oh, how I would beg and plead and kiss my sister and my mom trying to make them jealous. Nothing worked. Nothing, that is, until I came up with the brilliant idea to offer them money. It didn't matter how much money it was, it could be a couple pennies or a dollar bill. I would just say, "Give Tia a kiss!" and when I didn't get one, I would say, "If you give me a kiss, I will give you money!" and sure enough, I would get a sloppy little baby kiss.
Now, this was before they really understood money. In fact, most of the time, I would end up gettingthe money back when they lost interest. After a while though, I wondered what I was really teaching them. So I came up with an even BETTER idea than my first one. I said to baby Ian, "Hey love, come give me a kiss and I will give you some money." He ran over, wrapped his little arms around my neck, gave my lips a resounding smack, and then stood back with his grubby little hand out, waiting for me to place some money in it. I looked at him for a second, smiled, and said, "Don't kiss people for money."
I thought this was pretty hilarious. Especially since they STILL fall for it sometimes. Okay, not Ian so much, but I don't have to beg for his kisses any more. And Stella gives me more kisses than six people, so most of the time I have to tell her how many more times she can kiss me before I have to leave. But my sister and her husband didn't think it was so funny. They said stuff like, "You are teaching them they can't trust you." I said, "No, I'm teaching them that they shouldn't sell their affection. That it should be freely given or not given at all."
This wasn't really my intention in the beginning. I wasn't trying to teach them a life lesson, I was just trying to get my quota of kisses even when I didn't have some change in my pocket. I think that if it would have greatly upset them, instead of just making them laugh, I wouldn't have done it so often. But since they are smart little things, and happy and well-adjusted, I don't really feel that bad about tricking them.
Especially since I tried my Kiss Me For Money Trick on Sid the other day, and before he even processed what I was asking him for, Stell grabbed her little brother and said, "Sid! Noooooo! Don't kiss people for money! Not even Tia!" I laughed and was happy that she had learned some kinda lesson, and even happier that she didn't say something like, "Don't do it, she never pays up!"
And I ended up with my baby kiss any how, even if I had to take it.
What is the quickest false assumption people make about you?
Submitted by JJ.
A lot of people assume I have a quick temper because I have red hair. It takes quite a bit to actually make me angry, and it takes way too much energy to sustain real anger.
I think I might have to actually go to the doctor.
I'm never sick. I mean, not sick enough to stay home from work, or go see a doctor any how. I get colds occasionally, but my totally awesome immune system kicks their butt in about a quarter of the time it takes a normal immune system to get rid of one.
I go get physicals every other year usually. I know I should start going more often, now that I'm 30.
But other than that, I only go to the doctor/emergency room to get stitches. (Multiple, loooooong stories)
My eye is red. I thought I had just irritated it by rubbing it the other night in bed. I didn't have my contacts in, and I thought I had like an eyelash or something stuck in it. It hurt, so I figured I had just rubbed it and scratched it. But now it's going on the second day of red. And people are starting to act concerned. It isn't really bothering me, and it isn't watering, but people are saying stuff like "pink eye" and that concerns me.
I was totally grossed out, trying to figure out how I got pink eye, because of that movie "Knocked Up" and how they explained the cause of pink eye. But then I looked it up online and there are a million different causes of pink eye, and most of them are a lot less gross. So I'm okay now. But I don't want one reddish eye for the rest of my life.
So I'll try the Urgent Care Center down the street and use my awesome Health Savings Account credit card I activated yesterday to buy contacts with.
Okay, so I'm thinking about changing the whole function of this journal to just talk about how much I love Stella and how great she is and yadda yadda yadda. Not really, but I figure I need to write this down, because I want to remember little things like this forever.
On Saturday, when I got to my sister's house, she said, "Tia, what's wrong?" I told her that my back hurt, and just to humor her, told her to rub the small of my back. She patted me with her tiny hands, and then my sister showed her how to really press into my back with her little fists. I barely felt it, and it did nothing to make my back feel better, but it made my heart a lot lighter.
About five hours later, we were cuddled up on the couch watching Shark Week on tv, and my back was killing me the way we were sitting. I had to make the kids get up, and then I stood up, and leaned over touching my toes, trying to stretch the muscles out. About half a second later, I felt her little fists again, in the small of my back, just rubbing away.
I almost cried. It's one thing to love another human so much you think it might consume you, but then add to that equation that they love you back, in the same kinda way; it's almost too much to think about. So instead of thinking about it, I'll just enjoy it.
