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For those of you who have been reading for awhile, you remember The Original Porkchop. Quick to shred, destroy or verbally annihilate anyone who got in her path. It was very amusing, but exhausting. I found myself keeping a cynical and acerbic outlook on all of life.

I have now reserved me legions of death for those who dare to insult those I love or care about. After all, I feel much more justified defending them rather then defending my own wounded pride. Besides, this allows me to continue in my quest of being a nice person but also being able to feed the inner demons who cry out for the blood of those stupid enough to cross Porkchop.

This has led to the new, slightly improved (depending on your point of view or if you have to work with me or not) Porkchop Lite.(Unfortunately, this has absolutely nothing to do with the size of my butt.)

So, this explain the inconsistencies of behavior of nice/bitchy/sweet/frothingatthemouth/etc. (Though, defending those you love falls into the nice category, yes?)

A darling friend of mine was lamenting the death of Porkchop, The Cold And Piggy Hearted. I'm sorry dear, but a new day has dawned for Porkchop Lite. (Not to be confused with lite bacon. One has absolutely nothing to do with the other. I am not rubbery, or thinly sliced.)

Hopefully, this explains my slightly strange behavior as of late. If it doesn't--get over it.

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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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