MUFFINS!

Baking With Derpy: Muffins

Step 1: Buy box of muffin mix because waiting extra time to make from scratch means less time to eat muffin.

Step 2: Get muffin tin and put paper muffin clothes in tin.

Muffins don't like being naked, they need their muffin clothes.

Step 3: Preheat baking room thing to 400 degrees farenh...frenah...that one degree that isn't cels...or whatever.

Step 4: Add the extra stuff they don't include in the box cause apparently eggs have to be cold all the time.

Step 5: Mix.

Step 6: Mix.

Step 7: Mix.

Step 8: Take the gooey and put it in the muffin clothes.

Careful not to put too much, don't fill the muffin clothes all the way.

Step 9: Put tins in the baking room but don't stay in there with them, the muffins need their privacy.

Step 10: Leave them in the room for as long as the box says to leave them in there. You can poke them with a toothpick to see if they are done but that's mean so maybe just look at them.

 Step 11: Ask the muffin if you may eat him.

Step 12: Eat all teh muffins.

ALL

OF

TEHM!

Tune in next time when we convince Derpy to make something other than muffins...maybe.

My "annoying" gift

For those of you who know me, you also know my uncanny gift to know what is going to happen in a book, movie, or show long before it happens. I can't always explain it because while sometimes it's based on a word, phrase, or look a character gives, other times it's completely based on a feeling that I get. It's not often that I'm wrong (I don't say that to be boastful, it's just true).

I started reading a book earlier today (and I'm almost finished with it now) and near the beginning I got this thought/theory about something that I immediately clung to. This theory could be summarized into a simple four word sentence that I found myself repeating over and over as I made my way through the story chapter after chapter. I won't tell you the sentence in case you go to read the book some day, but I will tell you that at 43 chapters in (out of 54), I was proved right very eloquently through the masterful story telling abilities of the writer. I cannot tell you how good it feels to have my theories proven correct. No matter how often it happens, I always find myself doing a little dance or jumping up and down while squealing as silently as possible.

Though I like to attribute the gift to my understanding of the hero's journey, to my many years of reading and watching movies, and to my own writing skills, the truth is that I was able to do this long before I'd been well read and well entertained/educated by stories and their structure. As helpful as they have become over these years (and I do know that they have increased my ability to pick up on the clues for my theories sooner) I think that I'd have to attribute it to my creativity and my sharp mind (gifts that I cannot entirely claim as ones that I gained for myself). Sometimes I wonder if my writing and story telling skills even branched from the combination of creativity and my ability to see what is coming. I wonder if this skill or gift makes my writing better?

While some family members or friends will know it simply as that annoying talent of mine at spoiling endings in the movies or shows we are watching (sorry Danielle...you know you love it too), I know it to be the reason that I can write so well, the reason that I can spin a tale, and the reason that I come up with so many story ideas that I have at least twenty book ideas sitting in my notebooks, waiting to be written. It's a gift that I am so very grateful for and one that I will never grow tired of. I can only hope my friends and family will forgive me for the side effects of such a gift...I can't let it go to waste. ;) Just know that whenever you choose to watch something with me, there will always be unintentional spoilers.

Is Breanna's theory correct? *shake* What are you asking the ball for? Of course it is!

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Sorry...had to get some frustrations out. All done. :) Huh, it kind of looks like I played a game of dominoes...only all the tiles were blank.

Oregon Trail

So a few months back I was feeling a bit nostalgic and I wanted to play me some good ol' Oregon Trail. Unfortunately I could not find the disc for the game so I decided to check around the internet to see if I could play it online. What I came across was a home made flash game version of the classic. I can't even begin to describe to you how awesome this game was. To start, I picked my team of travelers, occupation, and supplies. Then, the amusing journey began.

Off I go, into the wilderness, with my wagon train of a million oxen.

...again.

Well that was a sudden, dramatic, and tragic turn of events.

 Awww man! Well, I suppose everything, after witnessing a buffalo stampede, would be pretty dull.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Well that's nothing new.

That's Ron for you, sleeping the day away inside the wagon while we work our butts off.

Well I'm bored...lets go kill something.

Awww, what a peaceful deer.

Look mommy, that birdie is sleeping.

I'm sorry my friend, you have just walked into the wrong clearing. I really thought you would notice all the corpses of your comrades. 

Okay, back to the trail.

I blame Ron.

Ron.

Ron.

Not Ron.

Really, Ron? REALLY?!

Ron.

Please tell me that the spare was Ron.

Perfect time to do some more murde...I mean hunting.

Right in the head.

Ron ain't gonna get a lick o' you. 

One hunting trip per day? Pssssssh...I go for two...or three.

Okay...is anyone else a little freaked out by the fact that the midget deer in the corner is the same size as that gigantic blue bird?

One buffalo...

Two buffalo.

They know I killed their brethren.

I blame the prairie chickens.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I mean...how precious that he should die in the same way as his dear loved one.

Oh hey, we're actually getting somewhere.

Well that's just great, even after death Ron is causing us trouble. 

How on earth did I do that without supplies?

That's right, I built a brand new wheel out of dry twigs and pixie dust.

And I made a spare axle out of wood chips and oxen dung.

Just used a bit more dung to make it stick.

What a beautiful desert...

Awww shoot...we're all going to die. I don't have a sailing license.

ICEBERG! Oh wait...those are boulders.

Well that was a miracle.

Joy. Well I'm hungry.

Ooops...killed too many.

GHA! Giant deer! Kill it!

How rude of giant deer to sit on somewhat large deer's face.

AHHHHHHHH! The ghost of one of the rabbits is haunting me. That's my cue to never hunt ever again.

Well yeah, we were lost for three whole days.

Wooohooo! Old faithful. No time to stick around and watch it erupt though.

Another one? Sweet, twice the good luck.

...there are no words.

Here,Ron, hold these two cracked boards together.

My lucky squirrels are no match for the bad luck of Ronald Weasley. 

Not again!

Huh...our doctor is obviously a quack.

No dry twigs or pixie dust to be found...killed a buffalo just for the ribs.

...RON?!?!?!?!

Jokes on him, he took the oxen with dysentery. 

Okay, time to throw the doctor into a buffalo stampede...although he'd probably just survive it and come back muddied and disgruntled. 

...

Obviously not due to the doctor.

Unfortunately the only thing in the wagon was rope and a gag but that was quite valuable for tying up Ron and the quack doctor.

Hey look a cabin! Maybe they'll give us directions. I've kind of forgotten where I'm going.

Maybe they'll trade me some food for Ron. Then again...Ron looks pretty tasty.

Of all the things to die of...I think Hermione was better off with us thinking she'd died in an awesome stampede.

Well...I give up.

This...THIS IS WHAT WE DID ALL THIS TRAVELING FOR?! This town is very poorly built and all the houses are baby poop green.

9 buffalo murdered...at least there's that.

Play the game here: http://www.kongregate.com/games/MindRevelation/oregon-trail