I made some cookies the other day and that was fun and awesome and cool.
This one is a bit blurry, but Meg's ADORABLE so we're good.
Some of these are a little squished, sorry about that. Or maybe it's just the mobile version's view???
Aaand that's all I got.
Since it's a new month, HERE are my goals:
- Post on time
- Post The Call
- Edit Hanifail and Ceinder
- Finish the Jackie and Joe book
- Finish reading Consoling the Heart of Jesus
- Send in application to Keiser University
- Start QH
- Reach 30 followers (!!!!)
- Figure out how to do a cartwheel
- Get to chapter 4 in math
- Finish catechism book
- Journal/Adventure Entry every day
Then to finish with a bang, here's a snippet from a story I've already finished but am dreading going through and actually editing.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, a little rougher than I meant to. He makes a pouty face
“Aw, can’t your sidekick visit you without you getting all riled up? I’m bored! What are you doing?” I contemplate letting him in.
“How do you know where I live anyway?”
A sly smile spreads across his face.
“I have my ways.” He says airily.
“You're such a creep.” I say and slam the door in his face.
Then I soften and open the door. It would be nice to have a friend. Maybe the reason I'm so alone is because I push everyone away.
“You can come in for a while, but not long.” I tell him, standing aside. He bounds in, and plops on the couch.
“Your house is cool!” he announces. “Woah! Are those puzzles on the wall?” I patiently explain. “Awesome!” he says. I text Phillip to see if Jonas can stay. For some reason, I secretly hope he says yes.
“So, what were you doing?”
“I was about to make cookies.” I tell him. Instantly, he is happy and bouncy again.
“Cool! Can I help?” he looks like a little kid.
“Umm…” I look at my phone. Phillip hasn’t answered.
“Come on, Bea!”
“Don’t call me Bea,” I say automatically, while reading Phillip’s response.
Sure, but he can’t stay for supper
I look up.
“Sure you can help.” I unhook an apron from the hook in the pantry, and then show him the options.
“We can make snickerdoodles, oatmeal, peanut butter, or butter pecan.” I tell him.
“Can’t we just make chocolate chip? That’s my favorite.”
¨Sure, but only if I can put butterscotch chips in too.¨ I go get the bag, and read the directions. Then I get out all the ingredients and lay them out in the order they go. Then I take the measuring implements and set them next to the right one. I shove the bag of chocolate at Jonas. He takes a handful and pops them in his mouth.
“No!” I say, swatting him and taking the bag. “I meant for you to read the directions! We both need to be on the same page.” I frown at him, and then take a handful for myself.
“Hey!” he complains.
I raise my chin, and one eyebrow.“Well, I’m the boss, and you’re only a sidekick. I can if I want.”
He cracks a smile and lunges at me, tickling me. I shriek and run from him, but he is fast. I fall to the ground, laughing and trying to breathe.
¨Stop! Please!!¨ I gasp out. He obeys. We both sit on the floor of the living room, chuckling and breathing hard. I punch him on the arm, but not hard. I don’t have the energy.
“Don’t you ever tickle me again!” I order him.
He salutes.“Yes ma’am.”
I stand up, and offer him my hand. He takes it, but then I lunge and tickle him. He laughs and tries to tickle me back, but I run out into the yard. He follows closely behind. I am laughing so hard, my sides ache and tears are running down my cheeks. I haven't laughed this much in ages. It feels good. Jonas and I stand face to face, both looking for an opening. I fake a lunge and he sidesteps, but I am quick, I overtake him, and tickle his neck. I push him to his knees, and he huddles up in a ball.
“I give! I give! Please, let’s call a truce!”
I stop, panting.
¨Alright.¨ I offer him my hand, and we shake on it. Then we go back inside, and make cookies. It is so much fun, (though it would have been quicker if I had done it myself) and the cookie dough tastes delicious. I make two dozen, and then put the rest into two bags. I give one to Jonas.
¨Freeze that when you get home,¨ I instruct him. ¨Then you can eat it whenever you want. It´s so good.¨
¨Isn't it bad to eat raw cookie dough?” he asks.
I shrug, “I think so, but it’s never bothered me.” I look him up and down. “But you, on the other hand, might have a weak constitution.” I hold out my hand. “You’d better give it back.”His eyes widen. “On the other other hand, I might have a strong constitution.¨ He hugs the bag to his chest. ¨I´ll never give it up!¨ he says, then we both laugh. The timer goes off, and I get the cookies out. Jonas´ eyes get big and greedy, but I quickly set the pan out of his reach.
So, whaddya think??