Alright, the moment you've all been waiting for...well maybe not, but i just dont care because I'm going to ramble anyway. It's my web page, I'll do what i want. Anyway, I've decided that i am definately not Betty Crocker. Baking is not my thing, never was, never will be. Of course you've figured it out by now, there is a story about this one and yes I'm going to share it. Here it comes... The other day I got the bright idea that i wanted to bake some cookies...not for myself, but like my bestest friend. So im doing really good, i have like 5 minutes left and they're perfect so I decide that i want to play my guitar. I was rocking out when all of a sudden my mom comes running in screaming, "you've set the kitchen on fire!!". I check the clock and i had forgotten about the cookies...it had been round about a half hour. So i open the oven and smoke comes spewing out. There were flames...lots of them...big ones. I had to break out the fire extinguisher to put them out. So to make a long story short, meghan got 0 cookies, and i still can not bake. Maybe i should get her a nice salad...i can't set that on fire. Well i can, but chances are good i won't. This whole dilema spawned off of the blood drive where i was given cookies for being a big brave man. They were good so i decided to make some to show my great appreciation...apparently I'm dumb and i will never be little "mr." homemaker. You know what else, i hate rednecks, this guy gave me the finger and i knew he was a hick because of his big truck, stupid hair, and ugly clothes. I was very angry about that, but its alright. I mean i didn't even deserve it this time, i had the right of way, its not my fault hes still mad his sister dumped him and his mom wont give him oral satisfaction anymore. He needs to get a girl friend, preferably outside of the immediate family. well thats enough for me, ill write more in the future. Alright enjoy whatever you're doing. Peace