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Communication, in our family, has NEVER been our strong point. Even though every single solitary member of us have a cell phone, we some how, cannot manage to keep tabs on one another. It might be owning to the fact SOME PEOPLE never turn them on.

Then, there is also the problem of rapent amnesia, you can tell a person fifty-three times where you are going, only to come back home to cries of "No one knew where you were!" or "You should leave a note!" or other such comments. Or, if you DO leave a note, someone throws it away.

So, I have thought up a solution, we need to paint our walls with chalkboard paint. You know, the stuff that turns your walls into a schoolhouse look alike. That way, we can leave giant messages to large for anyone to miss. "HAVE GONE TO THE STORE FOR 2.3 MINUTES, IF I AM NOT BACK IN TIME, SEND A RESCUE PARTY!" (Or call my cell phone. But that would make life far too easy.)

Then, that leaves us with the problem of washing the walls, on occasion. Which would be a tragedy since it is all we can do to wash the dishes.

Or our bodies, for that matter.

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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.

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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