Over time, your quickness with a cocky rejoinder must have gotten you many punches in the face.

I have returned home! ….unfortunately. But YAY now I can start seriously looking for apartments.

The SCAC show was amazing. I took lots of photos, and mostly stalked Munly because I’m creepy like that.

also because Munly

CO was amazing as well. I miss Kazehana already!

The only down side was that my good camera (the 35mm Canon) decided to pack it in right around here:

at least my phone takes decent photos...

(The Canon has had issues with the shutter for a while, so I guess it’s my own fault for not getting it fixed BEFORE going away to somewhere with fabulous landscape.)

This weekend I have the house to myself, and plan on clearing out everything under the bed so I can move the bed and get my window fixed. (Superstorm Sauron destroyed it and it has been held shut with wire hangers ever since.) I may use this opportunity to get rid of more stuffed animals.

I hate stuffed animals. I will not buy them for other people's children. If I am ever cursed with children of my own, I will not allow other people to buy stuffed animals for them. I will not allow stuffed animals in the house, at all. (Okay, maybe ONE per child.)

Currently, 12 stuffed animals live in my room. This a vast improvement from the state of things a year ago, before I did the first major clean out of the hoard. I had massive piles of stuffed animals underneath the corner table and under the bed. Not because I had any sentimental attachment to them, but because, for some reason, I am incapable of harming a thing that looks like something that is alive.

As in, if it has a cute face, I don't want to hurt it.

(This is coming from someone who probably consumes a total of about 2,000 mammals, birds, fish, crustaceans, and reptiles per year.)

The hoard of stuffed animals remained because I felt guilty getting rid of them. Mum kept insisting I just throw them away, but the thought of that would send me into a wild fit of anxiety.

(I have recently discovered that I am in fact NOT the only crazy person with this particular form of psychosis.)

Eventually I managed to get rid of many of them because I donated them. As long as I knew that all those stuffed animals were headed for new homes, and not for some landfill, I felt okay about letting them go.

Seriously there's something wrong with me. Like I've had actual nervous breakdowns because of "harm" coming to inanimate or otherwise non-living things.

Remember when I had that epic fever around New Years? I don't get fevers very often. I think I had maybe three from birth to age 18, and that one time when I was in college. It's a good thing I don't get fevers often because they always turn my brain into a puddle of insanity and completely misplaced intense emotions.

Those days in January when I was more or less bed ridden with the plague, I watched marathons of Downton Abbey and Justified. There's this one episode of Justified where this dude living in a halfway house is trying to go see his son for the son's birthday, but things go wrong and the dude ends up shooting people and stealing cars and holding hostages in restaurants and at the very end when Raylan finally catches the dude, the Firby he bought for his son gets shot.

And then the Firby makes this pitiful heartbreaking noise when it falls to the floor.

I LOST MY SHIT.

I don't even like Firbys. They're creepy. But even more than that, they make sad noises when you ignore them and that's the only way to turn them off and I CAN'T FECKING HANDLE THAT SHITE even when I don't have a fever, which is why there has been a blanket ban on such things in my house for more than ten years.

That wasn't the first time that had happened either.

When I was fifteen (I think it was around Thanksgiving?) I got this horrific fever and was sick for like a week. This one Saturday night, me and Big Sis #2 were hanging out watching TV because Mum had left me home to watch Lil Sis (her usual routine on weekends, even if I was so ill I was incapable of standing up) and Big Sis#2 felt bad so she had come over to make sure I didn't drop dead.

Lil Sis insisted we watch her new VHS copy of the Pokemon movie.

At this point, y'all can probably guess that me with a massive fever + this:

= nervous breakdown.

I was having issues throughout the duration of the film because every time Mew mewed I thought I might explode. Then comes the end.

When Mewtwo starts kicking the crap out of Mew.

I LOST MY SHIT.

You know when you're sobbing uncontrollably and as a result, you can't breathe? That doesn't go over too well with a body that's already under the stress of a 104 degree fever. Especially when the bug you have has rendered you unable to eat solid food for the past three days.

Big Sis#2 was an EMT at the time though, so I was at least saved a trip to the emergency room.


I hope you all have a pleasant weekend! I plan on (after dealing with the bed/window) sitting on my arse and doing absolutely nothing, aside from the Renaissance Faire and church on Sunday. 

LET'S SEE WHERE THE BOOBY RUNS THEN

The gorgeous Clytie nominated me for a blogger award! (The liebster award or something....) Thank ye m'lady. :)

The rules:

- when you are nominated, thank the person/people who nominated you in your next post. Include a link to their blog.

- in that post include 11 things about yourself.

- answer the 11 questions from the person who nominated you.

- choose 11 bloggers to nominate.

- create 11 questions for them to answer.

- let them know you nominated them.

11 Things About Myself:

...I'm trying to think of weird facts I haven't disclosed previously...

1. something Pogo brought up in the last post--I don't like female vocalists, unless they're opera singers. I have an itty bitty handful of exceptions (like Hole, and the Cranberries, and the occasional Abba song when I'm drunk), but generally I can't stand listening to female singers. A male friend suggests that this is because I am a Pack Leader and no woman should be howling but me.

I suppose I can accept that explanation.

2. I have wanted to learn to joust since I was little. Unfortunately, most places will not teach women because it's hard to get armor to fit properly over boobs, which can be problematic if you're hit in the chest with a lance and the armor shifts. You can actually lose your head that way.

3. I love my boobs. They're the main thing keeping me afloat in the stormy sea of ED recovery and Christmas foods. Because with every extra calorie I consume, they get a little larger.

BEAR WITNESS TO THEIR GLORY

4. I recently finished writing an entire novel (albeit a children's novel) in two months. It's the longest book I've ever written (~68,000 words). The entire thing got started because I saw this photo of Munly at the top of my tumblr dashboard at 2.00 in the morning:

5. People are constantly telling me that I smell good. I never wear perfume, but instead a blend of oils (Nag Champa and Night Queen, which I purchase at Moondancer).

6. One of my favourite things to do ever is drive aimlessly. I take off early in the morning and just drive in one direction until I no longer recognize my surroundings, and then I purposely try to get lost so I can both find new interesting places and also find my way home without maps or GPS. At this point, I know almost every back road in a 200-mile radius. I can also get to Philadelphia and back without ever getting on a highway.

Because you never know when you might stumble across an abandoned castle in the middle of the woods of New Jersey.... 

7. My hair colourist probably knows more about my private life than anyone else.

8. Sometimes when no one else is home, I put Beethoven or Verdi or something similar on the huge stereo in the living room (with the surround sound) and blast it loud enough to shake the house. The neighbours have complained about this more than once.

9. Currently 9 out of my 10 fingers have wounds that refuse to heal, as a result of the combination of the dryness caused by central heating and my inability to stop picking at the cuts and cracks. My knuckles are all cracked as well. This is the second year in a row that the splits and cracks on my thumbs did not heal in the spring/summer, so I have now had open wound(s) on my thumbs for a straight 25 and a half months. Big Sis#2 has the same problem, except her hands look like they're coated in chalk. Because of this, we now refer to each other as The Leper (me) and Asbestos-Hands (BigSis2).

I'd post pictures but trust me no one wants to see that.

10. My Boss is dating an ex-porn star. Like legit.

She's friends with Jenna Jameson and everything.

11. I'm hungry. Someone make me a sandwich.

And Clytie's questions:

1. Most prized possession?

As a hoarder, this is a difficult question to answer...

If my house was on fire and I only had time to grab one thing (after grabbing the cats obviously, but I don't count them as possessions because technically I am their possession), I think it would be the Alethiometer.

Dunno why, I just love it...

2. Where do you see yourself in 3 months?

Idk? Hopefully not exactly where I am now, but I feel like that's the most likely.

3. In a year?

Hopefully on my way the f*ck out of New Jersey. Operation Move To Colorado is in the works...

4. Favorite article of clothing?

The Baroque gowns:

5. Biggest vice?

Smoking I guess.

6. Best day of your life?

I'm still waiting for that one to happen.

7. Worst day?

The day my cat died.

8. If you could choose how and when you die?

In battle, on a Friesian, with a sword.

9. What is the worst thing your illness has caused you to do?

Cut myself off from nearly all of my friends in favour of a hermetic life.

10. Favorite song?

There are sooooo many! I can't choose this on my own, so I shall consult itunes....

...There is a three-way tie for Most Played songs: my fav Queen song, WovenHand, and my absolute favourite piece of Classical music ever.

11. Biggest secret?

That will follow me to my grave.

So I'm supposed to nominate 11 people. To make this as fair as possible, I'm going with the last 11 commenters on this blog (skipping those who I know did this already, and skipping Suldog because I think he swore off surveys...):

Kazehana

Jeanne

Depressed SkinnyMess

Jenn

Mark

Yeamie Waffles

Al Penwasser

Pearl

Mhairi

Aetatis

Nessa
and Pogo :P

Aaaaaaaaaaand now 11 questions for you gorgeous people:

1. Who's your favourite Batman villain?

2. Who is the rightful ruler of Westeros?

3. You're stuck in the booby-trapped home of the bad guy from The Collector, and locked in a room with your neighbour's annoying and kind of vicious dog, a bully from your grade school years, and a relative you really can't stand. You happen to stumble upon a way of escape, but there's only time to grab one of the others in the room to save them before the booby-trapped room kills the other two. Who do you save?

4. You're having a grand ol' time at a party when suddenly the zombie apocalypse strikes. Luckily, everyone at the party has awesome survival skills, and most of them brought food, water, weapons, and camping gear with them in their cars. If you leave with them now, you WILL survive the zombies and get to a safe place somewhere in the wilderness.

...However,

your family is still in your house, over an hour from where you are now, and much closer to the city (which is obviously filled with many more zombies than the suburbs or the country, where you are). And you have the family's only working vehicle.

What do you do? Stay with the other survivors, or risk everything to go back for your loved ones who may, in all likelihood, be overrun by zombies already?

5. What's your favourite bird?

6. Do you believe that dragons and unicorns once existed, sometime long, long ago?

7. Have you ever thought about robbing a bank? How would you do it?

8. Yay, you found a genie!

Make three wishes.

9. Do you have any strange phobias?

10. Under pain of torture and death, you must choose between spending twenty-four hours in a bathtub full of wolf spiders, or marrying into Honey Boo Boo's family and spending the rest of your life under house arrest in their home. What do you pick?

11. It's nighttime and you're leaving the mall to hurry to your car, which is parked in a dark and empty corner of a sketchy parking garage. A nerdy-looking man nearby is trying to load some heavy shopping bags into the trunk of his car, but he's having a very hard time of it because he has a big cast on one arm. He ends up dropping half of his stuff all over the ground.

Do you stop and help him?

I hope all of you are enjoying the holiday season! ♥

Using keys to gouge expletives onto another's vehicle is a sign of trust and friendship.

So remember that time I cleaned out some of my hoard and gave stuff away? Well there was one thing I saved until now, so some of you shall be getting something in the mail quite soon... With that in mind, if you would like to join my address book, you can send me your info (anonymously, if you like), and thus be included whenever I send out random things like Christmas cards or other little goodies. If you join in the next couple of days, you'll get something over the next week or so! ;)


Here's a fun recipe that I saw one day watching some cooking show on PBS:
Lemon Cupcakes with Lemon Glaze Icing


You will need:
- Muffin pans
- 1 stick of butter, softened
- 1/2 cup plain low-fat yogurt
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 2 or 3 lemons
- 1 cup sugar
- 2 eggs
- 1 1/2 cups flour
- 2 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- about 1 1/2 cups confectioners sugar


To make:
- Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour the muffin pan(s)--depending on how big you want the cupcakes, you can use a tin for 6 giant ones, or (what I prefer) a tin for 12 smaller ones, plus I usually end up with enough to fill another tin of 6 cupcakes. I also use cupcake cups instead of greasing the pan because it's easier than risking all the cupcakes getting stuck to the pan, but you don't have to use them. 


- In a large mixing bowl, combine the sugar and butter. Add the eggs one at a time, blending the first one in before adding the second one. 


- In a smaller bowl, mix together the yogurt, vanilla, and the zest and juice of one lemon. 

- In another smaller bowl, combine the flour with the baking powder and salt.

- Add a little bit of the flour mixture to the butter and sugar and mix it in well. Then add a little of the yogurt/lemon mixture and mix it well, and then keep alternating adding a little at a time until everything is combined. 

- Using a small spoon, put the batter into the muffin tins and bake in the oven for about 20 minutes (a little longer if you make larger cupcakes), or until a toothpick stuck in the middle of one of the cupcakes comes out clean. Let the cupcakes cool in the tins for about 10-15 minutes, and then let them cool completely on a baking rack. If you used paper cupcake cups, take those off all the cupcakes. When they're completely cooled down, move on to the icing...


- In a small bowl, stir the confectioners sugar with the juice from 2 or 3 lemons. You want the icing to be pretty runny, so use as much lemon juice as you need to make sure it's properly drippy. 

- Then drizzle the icing over the cupcakes. Delish!

I stole that photo from PBS because my camera ate my photo of the final product...

If you make smaller cupcakes like I do, it usually yields about 18 of them, which makes each cupcake with the lemon glaze about 160 - 170 calories. 


♥

I'm unclean a libertine, and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech; you're slipping slowly from my reach.

Ok so I realize that when most people go shopping for gifts for other people they're not considering whether or not the gift recipient is a hoarder. They're just trying to be nice by taking time, effort, and money to get that person something nice. And I shouldn't be looking the gift pony in the mouth.

I overheard Mumsy on the phone with Loud Auntie the other day. Mum had just unearthed a stash of National Geographics (a stash I thought I hid pretty well, actually...) and said: "I really wish people would THINK before they go getting Mich magazine subscriptions!!"

A number of friends and relatives are quite fond of giving magazine subscriptions as Christmas and birthday gifts. If you are a hoarder, or if you know a hoarder, you know why this is a disastrous idea. Most people who read magazines and receive magazines in the mail are perfectly fine with reading the magazine once and then throwing it away.

I could probably build a decent sized house out of all the magazines currently in my possession.

Once in a blue moon (usually under the influence of some strong sedatives), I can pull myself together enough to go through the house and get rid of all the magazines, but ONLY if I'm taking them to the recycling center. I attempted, at one time, to keep a box out in the garage, right next to the spot where we dump all the newspapers. I told the fam that this new box was for magazines and junk mail, because there's a bin at the recycling center for that.

(Junk mail is a whole other problem--non profit organizations will insist upon sending me more address labels than anyone can possibly use, as well as personalized notepads, dream catchers, year planners, magnets, etc. etc. etc., and I am also incapable of throwing those away.)

So the recycling box was a good thing, I thought. I can handle it if we're recycling the magazines and the junk mail. It's the WASTE that upsets me most. Mum, Lil' Sis, and Stepdad all make fun of me relentlessly because I am obsessive about the recycling. (Our town only picks up the recycling once a month or less--generally we have to go to the recycling center and do it ourselves unless of course you want your garage to become completely overrun with empty plastic bottles and cat food cans.)

We're good about recycling plastic, aluminum, and glass. We're a bit lax with the cardboard, but that doesn't make me as crazy because it's mostly biodegradable. Sometimes I find Lil' Sis trying to sneak plastic bottles into her bin upstairs because she's too lazy to take it downstairs to the recycling bin, but usually she's pretty good with that because by now she and Mum are afraid of me.

But for some unfathomable reason, no one can seem to grasp the concept of the junk mail/magazine box. I even caught Mum a couple times tossing magazines and junk mail into the regular bin, the one in the kitchen that is THREE FEET AWAY from the box right outside the door. When I confronted her about it, she was all like "what the hell's the difference if I throw 3 things in the bin instead of recycling them??"

::facepalm::

As cliche as I know it sounds, every little bit does in fact make a difference. And having lived in New Jersey for the past 30+ years, you'd think Mum would know exactly what kind of difference it makes.

See all those pleasant rolling green hills?

Yeah those are hills made of garbage.

You can see that from the New Jersey Turnpike, and after you drive past it your car will STINK for miles.

So I stash my magazines where Mum can't see them, with the intention of gathering them all up on the weekend when I do the recycling. Except I never remember them when I'm loading everything else into the Virus Pimp. Over time (as in months), the magazines pile up. I've got two whole shelves filled with National Geographic, Smithsonian, Discover, and National Audubon magazines. A while back I started sneaking the new issues into the office, to the little basket in the waiting area. There's like six months worth of them in there.

Big Sis#2 is usually the culprit, at least the last few years. This Christmas, she got Mum Us Weekly (I have no problem throwing those away for some reason) and me Nat Geo and Smithsonian (as opposed to Discover last year). I get the Audubons anyway because I donate to them. And Big Sis#2 is a hoarder, too!! She's worse than I am. She uses the bannisters of her stairs as a giant filing system for like four years' worth of mail. (It's brilliant and it makes me warm and fuzzy inside.) Considering that, one would think that Big Sis#2 would steer clear of things like magazines.

This morning, I forced a huge pile of magazines back under my desk at home, and blocked them from spilling out again by employing the use of my file boxes (milk crates--I have four of them, and they contain everything I've ever written, separated into colour-coded folders).

THIS WEEKEND I shall leave many many post-it notes reminding to me to empty the house of magazines!! Y'all may want to open the betting pools now. ;) I'd say there's a 5:1 chance of me not even noticing the post-its and forgetting all about the magazines for another two years.

So I made a hoarding post....

but I ended up turning it into its own page. Click the link above^ and try not to judge me....

I've got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace!

Just a quickie, before the post with the new blogger award...


The step-monsters are finally gone! HOORAH!!!!


I think I'm finally caught up on all my commenters. Now hopefully I can get a chance to go through all of the other blogs I'm following and leave all of you lovelies comments. I haven't had time to do that in aaaaages!


The dictionary seems to think that "commenters" is not a word. WELL GUESS WHAT BIOTCHES, IT IS NOW. 


Amber made me a picture!! She made it after the lady from that university was going around leaving many of us that message about participating in their "pro-ana blog" study. I agreed to participate, but I made quite a few things very clear beforehand. Mainly my own feelings on being labeled "pro-ana."

I love this, like a lot. 

But as difficult as it is, sometimes we just have to stop, take a breath, and remember that most people are woefully ignorant of what it is actually like to live with an eating disorder. 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Weekend recap!


Yesterday (Sunday), my friends D and T and myself went to Luna Parc.

This guy only opens his house up to the public once a year. I wanted to steal pretty much everything. Or better yet, slaughter him and his roomies, bury them in the cement floor in the basement, and move in. 


It at least gave me hope that someday I might be able to put my hoarding to good use. 


Greatest bathroom of all time:

I couldn't fit the whole thing in one photo and there were too many people to take more decent pics, but aside from the super funness you can see there, they had a circle of loose rocks in the middle of the room with the shower faucet directly on top of it. Like I can't even form words to describe how much I want that house. I'll post more photos when T gets hers up on Facebook. 


I did take this pic, because it reminded me of a good episode of Millennium:

And I really wanted to steal this sign:

After that, we stopped at the Chatterbox Diner.

Totally awesome. And I managed to control myself and not binge! I had most of a hamburger with BBQ sauce, onions, and bacon, but left most of the bun and had a small side salad instead of fries. 

I tried stealing the car, but there were too many people watching. 

Then we took a 2 hour detour on the way home and went to the beach. Here I am in praying mantis sunglasses:

Stylin'!


And my supplies:

I was texting Cinnamon Brown while I was there. I think she was horrified at my choice in suntan lotion.


Despite my epic whiteness, I don't really get burned that easily. I don't tan either. Sunlight just bounces off my skin, which is why I often look like I'm radioactive in photographs. 


I sent Little Sis a pic of my legs, because we like to compare whiteness. I think I'm winning, because at the moment her legs are still fake-tanned.

I wish I had a proper gap when standing. 

So aside from some drama (not explaining it, as it would take too long; but I will admit to being kind of an a$*hole), we had a very nice time. 


Off to the gym now! I'm skipping my writing group tonight. I'm really just not feeling it. I need to run off some nervous energy.


Super awesome epic fun ridiculousness coming soon!


<3

If the good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.

Since I have accumulated more versatile blogger awards, I thought I'd do like I did last time and dissect another bag. In this case, my second purse. This one--while I don't carry it around with me like I would my normal purse--is always nearby, whether it be under my desk at work, migrating around the house, or just chillin' in my car. 

Mostly I keep it with me because my current writing projects are in it, and I'm paranoid about leaving them anywhere in case I should suddenly be struck with a brilliant idea and find myself sans notebooks or pens. 


1.) That notebook contains book #3 in the pirate series; as well as the beginning of book #4; some notes on books 2, 3, and 4; notes on possible spin-offs; and a folder of more notes, and badly drawn maps. 


2.) Emergency food (mostly for work): some V8's and a cup o' soup. Needs replenishing...


3.) Pens and highlighters.


4.) Tea and coffee.


5.) Mini notebook, for ideas not directly related to any fiction projects.


6.) Random bits of books that I'm not really focusing on, but that are nonetheless still "in progress."


7.) One of my adult fiction projects--10 Ways To Tell If Your Cat Is About To Vomit.


8.) Notes for random kids book ideas.


9.) The Fairy Queen, which is almost finished. 


10.) The random crap floating around in the bottom of the bag: a Yu-Gi-Oh card I was using as a bookmark, my notary embosser, sticker from a stationery set, spare packet of Splenda, paperclip, hair ties, postal receipt for my taxes, Swedish fish, a rock (?), and a mini whoopee cushion (I have no idea). 


This past week went by really fast. I think this may be due to the fact that I was hopped up on lorazepam for most of it. Other Secretary bought office supplies, which means she restocked our office with giant jars of peanut butter-filled pretzels. 


They taunt me.

Even if I try to ignore them. That jar of pretzels gets a sick, sadistic pleasure in telekinetically destroying my willpower.

And I can't fight it. As hard I try to ignore the pretzels, that jar wears down my defenses.

And eventually I snap.

10 pretzels = 140 calories. Not horrendous. But can I stop at 10?

OF COURSE I CAN'T BLOODY WELL STOP AT 10.
Or 20. 
Or 30. 


You get the idea.

So once I give in to that first peanut butter-filled piece of heaven, the day is ruined. By the time I'm finished work at 5.00, I'm bloated and guilt-ridden, and irritable. 


In order to combat the Jar of Pretzels, I must take sedatives.


Sometimes this makes me feel like a sad, pathetic individual. 


Hope you're all having a good weekend, my honey-bunches! I'm off to go get drunk for friend's birthday. :D

Try eating omelettes now, Denver.

I hate mouth ulcers!!! >:( Or cantankerous sores like they call them in the States. That sounds like it should be a dinosaur. 

CANTANKEROUSSAURUS!!!

 And you never get just one. You get at least 4. 

I hardly ever go out anymore. Going out means dinner in restaurants, possible alcohol consumption, and subsequent bingeing and/or anxiety attacks. And in general, I don't feel as social as I did a few years ago. I'm too tired. 

On Mondays, I go to a writing group. Or workshop. Or something. We gather in either the Montclair High School or in someone's house, and sit and do writing exercises and then read our stuff aloud to each other, and comment on each other's writing (positive feedback only). It's awesome. I've been doing this pretty much non-stop since last August, with maybe the odd break of 2 weeks. 

It's basically me and 6-12 other women between the ages of 40-something and 70. We're actually getting cliquey now. The same bunch of 7 of us have been in these groups together since the beginning, and I think we're scaring away the new people. We actually had a BOY join up in the beginning of March (!!!). He was probably my age. And we got a new girl around my age as well. They've both skipped the last 2 Mondays. I've gotten to be pretty good buddies with two of the women in particular, and we're planning a bird-watching adventure when the weather gets warmer.

Little Sis and Mum seem to think this is funny. 

I'm in the process of Reorganizing my bedroom. 

What that really means is that at some point in the recent past, I began obsessing over a particular portion of my Hoard (current phase: My Little Ponies). I took all of them out. Admired them. Cleaned them up and made them look extra pretty. Compulsively purchased more. And during this stage, the My Little Ponies slowly took over my entire bedroom. 

Mum said it best: "Your room looks like a My Little Pony stud farm."

I justify this by saying, "I'm reorganizing them."

Mum catches on after a couple days, which means I start packing all of the ponies back up into their boxes to stuffing them under the bed. And maybe I'll eventually put away all the stuff that I just left laying around the room because I've been too preoccupied with the My Little Ponies to put anything away properly.

I do the same thing with books. My bookshelves get a complete makeover every few months, as far as which genres are in which section, and how they're arranged. The non-fiction is currently following a strange system in which the books are ordered by the rules of that game, the 6 Degrees of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. 

See if you can spot the pattern:

This weekend, I am going to try and clean. Properly clean. Even ::gasp:: throw things away. I might vlog it. There will be much flailing involved.




OMG, I ate CHEESE the other day! 


I made mini pizzas for myself and Little Sis. Took all of 2 minutes to make, and they were pretty delicious. (I will sometimes eat cooked mozzarella because it doesn't really have a flavor--these occasions are quite rare). 


To make:
I used those 100 calorie flat bread things; 1 tablespoon of marinara and 1/8 cup of shredded mozzarella for each slice of bread, so your mini pizza is roughly 100 calories.

And you just pop it in the toaster oven for a few minutes, until the cheese melts. 

I think I overcooked them slightly, but if you like thin and crispy pizza dough, then they came out perfect.