Brownies

 

 

 

I remember so much from my life having to do with food. When I was young I would get upset because my older brother would always get to do more than me. I didn’t see why when I was younger but I do now. Pluses not being able to see over the stove helped my mom make her decision. If I cued do anything I would want to go bake to myself and say “it’s going to be ok, that I’ll have my many days in the kitchen. Even days were all I would want to do is sit down or put my feet up.”

Once I got to the age of seeing over the stove and knowing not to touch it when it’s on, my mother finely let me cook. One of the first things she tote me to make was boxed brownies. They would always come out the same, hard and dry like any other brownie. But I thought they were the best thing in the world.

As I grew my mother would let me cook even more. It got to the point to where if she didn’t want to cook she would tell me I cued. Being so young I thought this meant that she wanted me to grow in the field of cooking when it really meant that she would want to sit down with her feet up.

Sadly in a blink of an eye she had to sit down with her feet up all of the time. I started to cook all of the time and was learning to love it, even though my feet where telling me otherwise. I started to make brownies all of the time for my family. They got much better to the point of my brother even bragging to his friends about them. Saying I knew gust how to make them so that even after sitting out all night they would still be gooey in the morning. I like to joke around and say that’s how I got my second brother. I know he really isn’t my brother, but he was always over at the house on the weekends and always wanted to have brownies.

After my mother passed I became very depressed. I wouldn’t want to do a thing. That is until I would hear my dad in the kitchen cooking. I cued hear the sizzling sound of butter in a hot pan, about to become fajitas all the way down the hall where I hide in my room. The feeling of taking nothing and making something. I missed it. I knew I couldn’t live without it. Now I cook at least once a day. But my favorites are the midnight calls. Where my two brothers will come home with a box of brownie mix telling me I had no choice but to make them baronies. On the outside I was always wining saying I didn’t want to, but on the inside I loved the fact that I was able to make something that my brothers loved.

Dan in Real Life

#9 what makes someone a hottie to you?
For me to think of someone as a hottie they have to...
Be tall-no exceptions if your shorter than me than your ugly in my eyes
Have dark hair- I don’t want no beach boy
Have the muscles- I love seeing something I can hold on to when I’m scared or sad

#11where was your best hiding spot as a kid playing hide and seek?
I was called the queen of Hide and Seek. Almost no one cued find me. There was one time where my baby sitter brother and I were playing and I was in my room in my dirty close hamper with the clothes on top of me. There where holes in the side so I cued look out and see what was going on and, my brother had already been found so they were both looking for me. They looked everywhere but in the hamper and I was so quite. Than as they were leaving my room they turned off the lights and called me out saying they gave up.

#16 Marie's answer to the previous question is that she has a talent for making pancakes. What is your special talent?
I’m really good at making jewelry. I sometimes even sell it when I get the chance. I can also draw and paint pretty well.

#23 Have you ever fallen for a friend's mate? Has a friend ever fallen for yours? What happened?
Oh yes I have. Let’s gust say I won that battle. Than one time my friend did fall for my guy and well took him from me but I made shire she would never do that again. You see to me men are like meat. If I want yours than I might just take it, but if you want mine, than you best watch out because I will get my revenge... Sooner or later.

#28 Dan's brother gets over Marie pretty fast. Have you ever had trouble getting over someone?
My last ex. we were almost to our one year mark and he started being hurt by dating me because I wasn’t able to have time for a relationship. so I let him go and he said he wouldn’t date anyone ells that he would wait for me, not even two days later there was another chick on his arm.

Movies To Me

YOU ARE 92% EXTRAVERTED.
You are extraverted, outgoing, active and high-spirited. You prefer to be around people most of the time.

YOU ARE 67% AGREEABLE. You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive.

YOU ARE 67% CONSCIENTIOUS. You are dependable and moderately well-organised. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside.

YOU ARE 67% EMOTIONALLY STABLE. You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness.

YOU ARE 100% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES. You are open to new experiences. You have broad interests and are very imaginative.





This is what the move quiz had to say about me. I have to agree with it. I am exactly that, all though I wouldn’t say I’m 100% open to new things because there are some things out there I would so not do. Like sky diving and bungee jumping, really anything that has to do with me falling or being upside down. Strangely though I do want to go zip lining. I think that would be lauds of fun. I do find myself to be stable in my emotions, I mean yes I have my outburst sometimes, but hay I’m a girl so sue me! That aside though I am very organized, everything has a place and needs to be there. The only thing is that I’m also lazy, so the chance of everything getting to where it needs to be is very small. I thought I was a lot more agreeable than that but I guess not. Although now that I look at it, I can be pushy when it comes to making dissensions. Like how I will try to get what I want even if it’s not what you want. Extraverted, I just like the sound of that word. That is also me I am always full of energy and can even be the life of the party.

As far as this being true or not, I think it is. I mean the results are really close to how I feel and act on my day to day life. Than all of the questions seemed to be real like. So over all I would believe it.

 

Poem of Life

 

Mothering Nun

 

This is a nun

Who thought she was where she needed to be

Looking down at a goose

Braking yet another rule

 

This is the woman who would leave

To find her love

And move again

Who would have two kids to raise

And the news of her life

 

This is the face that would be gone in 20 years

As poison would flow through her veins

And her daughter would see her cry

 

This is before the cancer would take her life

Ruining her daughter at only 16

And son at 18

 

This is before photos would be all we had

Dancing Innocence

This is a girl

Without a care in the world

When beauty was a word

And living was fun

 

This is the rain

Pouring down not lightning up

Flooding the yard

And promising the girl a cup of hot coco

 

This is the home

In front of the girl

Where she would grow up

To learn so much

 

This is when dark hair and skin were nothing

Your brothers’ clothes were fun to wear

And unicorns were real

 

This is when

Her skin eyes and hair

Would all lighten

To where she would miss them so much

Was out of mind

 

This is before

Beauty was a life style

Someone would break her heart

And her mother was gone

 

This girl is me

follow your love

 Day after day

 I would go to the field

 and there it would be

 my typewriter. 

 

 The bottles shined

  with the evening sun. 

 

 I would lie in the grass

 for hours typing

 about what felt write

 that day. 

 

 Poems or stories

 I would type

 till my fingers felt

 like falling off from the cold, 

 

 or till I couldn’t see

  a thing anymore

  but not this day,  

 something was wrong

 and it felt so out of the norm

 no matter how I laid I could not write. 

 

 The only time this would happen

  to me is when I’m being watched

 a smile came to my face

 for I knew who it was.

 

 

 I called to him

 knowing just where he was

 but nothing happened. 

 

Where was he

 I thought

 his brown hair

 and blue eyes that

 followed me out here a few times.

 

 I got out

of my favorite little spot

 and walked over to the woods

 were he always hide. 

 

 I didn’t want to think

 of this day

 were he finally

stopped chasing me

 

 Was I playing too hard to get

 for too long

 did he really give up on me.

 

 I felt arms

come around me

 out of no were

 making me scream from surprise.

 

 Even though I knew

 they were his arms

and that little chuckle

 was his too

 

 I yelled at him

 for scaring a lady

 that no women

would ever fall in love

 with him if he kept acting

 like such I child.

 

 His voice

 sent shivers down my spine

 as he got close

 to whisper in my ear.

 

 that’s ok

because the right women

 already has.

 

 From that moment

 on I knew I was his

 and that he was min.