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She Who feeds the Hungry

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Today as I sit at my desk, pondering the state of my sadly forlorn tummy and it's rumblings it brought to mind happy thoughts of my dear sister and her provisions.

Consistentely, Laura see's to it that I am fed. While that might sound rather odd or childish (and it is but you are not supposed to say so) if she did not make me eat, often I would skip meals or just forget. But she consistently cooks food that I like and makes sure that I have lunches that I like. Take today for instance, she sent her very delicious leftoevers from dinner with me. If it were up to me, I would have eaten a granola bar for lunch, if that. This morning she also saw to it that I ate my scrapple sandwich.

What can I say? She is a peach, she is single (sort of) and if you want to know more... email me. =)



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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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