The Power Of Cookies

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The power of cookies is similar to the power of Christ, they COMPELL YOU TO DO THINGS! For instance, help a certain Porkchop when she gets in sticky situations. The grumpy old ladies in accounting to pull a file... that combined with lots of pleading and looking pitiful. But the promise of cookies ensure that I would be able to pull this stunt again if absolutely necessary.

Or a random manager who will proffer his assistance when I am completely mystified as to what WINDOW SHIELDS are. (WTF!?!?) I think the pathetic wrestling with the box might have helped as well.

When they say that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach they are not kidding. Want a few marriage proposals? Bake a plate of cookies. Want to feel like you are loved and your beauty admired by all? Bake two plates of cookies. Want to fear for your life, your carnal treasure and your ability to walk out of work without being kidnapped and trucked off? Bake three plates of cookies.

People underestimate the power of baking to get things done.

But let’s just say this:

Our wireless router is being installed tomorrow.

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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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