Have created a new blog for my entertaining stories. Other than that, not much going on that is different. Still love hanging out with Cass, Dee, and all other Wiz101/central friends.
New blog located at http://heatherstales.blogspot.com. Will link it for anyone who wants to read. Will post a new story tomorrow.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Day in the Life Part Two
Time to Eat
Happy Thanksgiving and holiday greetings my friends. The holidays are a great time for friends and family and of course food. Tons and tons of food that come January, we will regret having eaten since it will have added to the weight we resolve to lose by June in order to fit into our bathing suits.
This story is about one of my nearest and dearest friends Kim. Kim and I have known each other since I was a sophomore in high school. She was a year ahead of me but we shared a few classes together. One of those classes was Adult Living taught by Mrs. Barnes (not her real name). In Adult Living, you learned a little bit of home economics, mixed in with normal economics, and child care. It was supposed to help prepare you for adulthood by teaching you the basics of cooking, managing money, and raising kids (stop laughing). Kim did great at managing money and kids but cooking was a different story. The following stories are three instances that I have never let Kim live down.
The first time we got a cooking assignment Kim tried to warn Mrs. Barnes that she had no cooking skills but Mrs. Barnes did not heed the warning. It was a simple task, make sausage balls following a recipe. Okay, seemed easy enough so, Kim, me, and our friend Amy got started. Mrs. Barnes even had all the ingredients laid out for us Well, the recipe called for a jar of Cheez Wiz (6oz). Kim read the recipe to us but what she did not pay attention to (like most other high school kids) was that Mrs. Barnes bought a 12oz jar of Cheez Wiz and only wanted us to use half of it since she had another class later that day. Oops, you guessed it. They were more like cheese balls than sausage balls but, it was kind of a good thing we did double the cheese amount. Mrs. Barnes bought HOT sausage to use. The cheese kind of soothed your burning mouth after you took a bite. The best way to describe the flavor of the sausage? I think some people eat something like it in a circus act. Right before they breathe fire. Man was Mrs. Barnes mad at us for using all of her Cheez Wiz.
Second attempt
A few weeks after the sausage incident, we got to make Chocolate Chip cookies. Yum right? Wrong! Mrs. Barnes bought All Purpose Flour instead of Self-Rising. I do not know how many of you know the difference so here it is. Self-Rising has everything in it, ready to go. All Purpose, you have to add salt and baking soda. Knowing the danger of having Kim read the recipe, I decided to read and help Amy prepare the dough. Kim’s only job was to add the salt and baking soda to the flour. To this day we (Kim and I) have no idea what happened. . The cookies turned out flat, black, and they stuck to the pan so bad it took an S.O.S. pad and a knife to get them off the sheet. I open the oven and immediately break out in tears laughing. Kim and Amy rush over and while Amy is scrubbing away at the “concoction” on the pan, Kim is trying to shut me up and get Mrs. Barnes (who was over with the popular crowd as usual) attention. I think Mrs. Barnes eyes popped out like a cartoon characters when she saw our cookies. How I ever passed that class I will never know.
The final story takes place after we graduated. I had not seen Kim in about a year but knew she went into hair styling. After I ran into her, I was having her do my hair one day and asked if she ever learned to cook. To which she replied with a laugh and this story. It seemed that the night before she ran into me, she was cooking meatballs for her husband following a recipe she had found in a cookbook. Here is the funny part brace yourselves. It was a two page recipe and she only used one page. She told me the dog would not even eat it after it came out of the oven. After I stopped crying from laughing so hard, I asked her. “Kim,” I said. “Didn’t you think it was odd that it was a meatball recipe and they did not come out as well… balls?” I still don’t think she has an answer for that. You will be happy to know that Kim can now cook rather well thanks to some cooking tips from her Mother-in-law.
Happy Thanksgiving and holiday greetings my friends. The holidays are a great time for friends and family and of course food. Tons and tons of food that come January, we will regret having eaten since it will have added to the weight we resolve to lose by June in order to fit into our bathing suits.
This story is about one of my nearest and dearest friends Kim. Kim and I have known each other since I was a sophomore in high school. She was a year ahead of me but we shared a few classes together. One of those classes was Adult Living taught by Mrs. Barnes (not her real name). In Adult Living, you learned a little bit of home economics, mixed in with normal economics, and child care. It was supposed to help prepare you for adulthood by teaching you the basics of cooking, managing money, and raising kids (stop laughing). Kim did great at managing money and kids but cooking was a different story. The following stories are three instances that I have never let Kim live down.
The first time we got a cooking assignment Kim tried to warn Mrs. Barnes that she had no cooking skills but Mrs. Barnes did not heed the warning. It was a simple task, make sausage balls following a recipe. Okay, seemed easy enough so, Kim, me, and our friend Amy got started. Mrs. Barnes even had all the ingredients laid out for us Well, the recipe called for a jar of Cheez Wiz (6oz). Kim read the recipe to us but what she did not pay attention to (like most other high school kids) was that Mrs. Barnes bought a 12oz jar of Cheez Wiz and only wanted us to use half of it since she had another class later that day. Oops, you guessed it. They were more like cheese balls than sausage balls but, it was kind of a good thing we did double the cheese amount. Mrs. Barnes bought HOT sausage to use. The cheese kind of soothed your burning mouth after you took a bite. The best way to describe the flavor of the sausage? I think some people eat something like it in a circus act. Right before they breathe fire. Man was Mrs. Barnes mad at us for using all of her Cheez Wiz.
Second attempt
A few weeks after the sausage incident, we got to make Chocolate Chip cookies. Yum right? Wrong! Mrs. Barnes bought All Purpose Flour instead of Self-Rising. I do not know how many of you know the difference so here it is. Self-Rising has everything in it, ready to go. All Purpose, you have to add salt and baking soda. Knowing the danger of having Kim read the recipe, I decided to read and help Amy prepare the dough. Kim’s only job was to add the salt and baking soda to the flour. To this day we (Kim and I) have no idea what happened. . The cookies turned out flat, black, and they stuck to the pan so bad it took an S.O.S. pad and a knife to get them off the sheet. I open the oven and immediately break out in tears laughing. Kim and Amy rush over and while Amy is scrubbing away at the “concoction” on the pan, Kim is trying to shut me up and get Mrs. Barnes (who was over with the popular crowd as usual) attention. I think Mrs. Barnes eyes popped out like a cartoon characters when she saw our cookies. How I ever passed that class I will never know.
The final story takes place after we graduated. I had not seen Kim in about a year but knew she went into hair styling. After I ran into her, I was having her do my hair one day and asked if she ever learned to cook. To which she replied with a laugh and this story. It seemed that the night before she ran into me, she was cooking meatballs for her husband following a recipe she had found in a cookbook. Here is the funny part brace yourselves. It was a two page recipe and she only used one page. She told me the dog would not even eat it after it came out of the oven. After I stopped crying from laughing so hard, I asked her. “Kim,” I said. “Didn’t you think it was odd that it was a meatball recipe and they did not come out as well… balls?” I still don’t think she has an answer for that. You will be happy to know that Kim can now cook rather well thanks to some cooking tips from her Mother-in-law.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
A Day in the Life
A Day in the Life
These are a collection of entertaining stories involving people in my life (including myself).
Part one
I jumped
(As told to me by my sister, Donna)
The two best ways to describe my brother, Eric, when he was 10 are adventurous to the point of recklessness, and thin to the point of being bony. Those characteristics are important in this story so keep them in mind.
One of Eric’s favorite things to do as a child was to climb trees to see how high up he could get, or jump off of a tree at a certain height onto the 14ft trampoline in our backyard. On one particular occasion he made it to about 20ft up, lost his footing, and fell. That little adventure cost him six weeks with his arm in a cast. How he only broke one arm and no other bones is either a mystery or miracle, take your pick. My personal theory is that he was so skinny his sweater caught in the wind and he just sort of glided down. He probably would have been fine if he had known how to land.
Six weeks slowly passed as me and Donna unjustly got stuck with his chores. Hey, his arm was broke, not his legs, I have a right to complain.
One week after the cast came off, Donna and Eric were in the backyard and Eric was, once again, climbing trees. His tree of choice this time was a dogwood. Now, I don’t know if you know anything about Dogwood trees so here is a little educational fact. They aren’t big trees and have a lot of branches. Eric got pretty high up and started dangling from a branch about the size of his arm. Donna, being the caring sister she is, tried to warn him.
“You’re going to fall and break your arm again stupid.” I can almost hear her voice.
“No I’m not. Shut up!” Was his reply.
Donna shrugged and turned to walk into the house when she heard the dreaded but predictable, SNAP, WHOOSH, SNAP, CRASH, BOOM! She turned around as fast as she could, expecting to see my brother’s limp body lying beneath a pile of limbs. What she saw instead was Eric standing upright, legs stiff, arms stretched above his head with the broken branch still in his grip.
Eric looked at Donna and with as much pride as he could, said with a straight face. “I jumped!” It has been over 20 years and we still laugh about that.
These are a collection of entertaining stories involving people in my life (including myself).
Part one
I jumped
(As told to me by my sister, Donna)
The two best ways to describe my brother, Eric, when he was 10 are adventurous to the point of recklessness, and thin to the point of being bony. Those characteristics are important in this story so keep them in mind.
One of Eric’s favorite things to do as a child was to climb trees to see how high up he could get, or jump off of a tree at a certain height onto the 14ft trampoline in our backyard. On one particular occasion he made it to about 20ft up, lost his footing, and fell. That little adventure cost him six weeks with his arm in a cast. How he only broke one arm and no other bones is either a mystery or miracle, take your pick. My personal theory is that he was so skinny his sweater caught in the wind and he just sort of glided down. He probably would have been fine if he had known how to land.
Six weeks slowly passed as me and Donna unjustly got stuck with his chores. Hey, his arm was broke, not his legs, I have a right to complain.
One week after the cast came off, Donna and Eric were in the backyard and Eric was, once again, climbing trees. His tree of choice this time was a dogwood. Now, I don’t know if you know anything about Dogwood trees so here is a little educational fact. They aren’t big trees and have a lot of branches. Eric got pretty high up and started dangling from a branch about the size of his arm. Donna, being the caring sister she is, tried to warn him.
“You’re going to fall and break your arm again stupid.” I can almost hear her voice.
“No I’m not. Shut up!” Was his reply.
Donna shrugged and turned to walk into the house when she heard the dreaded but predictable, SNAP, WHOOSH, SNAP, CRASH, BOOM! She turned around as fast as she could, expecting to see my brother’s limp body lying beneath a pile of limbs. What she saw instead was Eric standing upright, legs stiff, arms stretched above his head with the broken branch still in his grip.
Eric looked at Donna and with as much pride as he could, said with a straight face. “I jumped!” It has been over 20 years and we still laugh about that.
Monday, October 25, 2010
New Chapter
My Death wizard Angela Shadowblade is now level 39, close to 40. She just learned the empower spell after 3 runs through Crimson Fields lol. The first time was for the quest and I was warned by my dear friend and Unholy Trio sibling, SorceressMiklai, that I would need it again but I wanted to farm Yakedo so decided to run 2 different runs. Or so I thought. I hit level 38 on Saturday morning and sure enough, was called to get my spell. Did Crimson Fields for the second time and looked at quests to see where I needed to go next...oops. I forgot to do first part of quest which was in Krokotopia. Went to Krok and then got quest to defeat War Oni (Yes the very one I had just beaten).
Third times the charm,and I finally did get my spell. Soreceress and Cass, could not have done it without you. Hope you got some giggles out of my little goof. I know I did. Also thanks to Alric for the extra assist with Soreceress I don't think the trio came together as a whole but each time I had to run, one of them was with me. I love my friends.
Also some good news. I have a pet Death Scarab. I am hoping to help SM and Alric out by mixing and seeing if they can get one too. She is an adult now but want her at Ancient or Epic before I mix. Should not be too hard to get her there.
Up and coming from me
I have been working on a few things for a while now and do not know how well they will do but all I can do is try. First thing, I have a story I have created for Wizard101Central entitled "Prophecy of Blades". I have a very wild imagination and am having fun creating this tale. So far I have 2 chapters written and am working on the third which is actually going to be divided into 2 different story threads. It features all of my current Grandmaster wizards. Adding an excerpt from it and will post the full first chapter sometime this week on Central.
Here is some of Chapter One (This is not the beginning but is a teaser hee hee)
"Heather got up and walked out of the Myth Tower slowly, barely even noticing the stares she got from other students as she passed through Ravenwood and went into her dorm room where she laid on her bed to think. Despite the name, Lighthope Lane was not what one would call cheery. The trees there had long since died and were now empty shells that stretched to the sky as if pleading to be cut down. There was only one house on the street so it was more of a driveway than a street but it had always been called Lighthope Lane and no one dared to argue the point. Even Death students shivered slightly as they passed the huge iron gates.
An hour later, Heather stood in front of those very gates. The Death spell symbol was etched on each side in iron and two bell towers were holding the gates up. Where the gates met at the top, the Death school symbol, a skull in a circle, divided in half. Not able to control her trembling, Heather started to grab a rope to ring one of the tower bells but before she could give it a tug, the gates opened mysteriously without so much as a creak.
“Great.” Heather said to herself as she walked through the gap between the gates. “I must be crazy doing this. I am risking my life for a grade that probably will not be higher than a C.”
The pathway beyond the gates seemed to stretch for miles due to a thick fog all over the property but it only took a minute or two of walking before the house came into view and Heather stopped dead in her tracks. Tall and decrepit, it was the very essence of every haunted house ever talked or read about. The two windows on the top floor seemed to be staring at her as she slowly walked towards it and she could have sworn they blinked. The path split up and went three ways. One went right and around a hill, the other went left toward a graveyard (Yeah right, like she was going that way.), and the third went straight down the middle toward the house."
Second thing: I am working on a real life children's story. I have the premise but not sure how I want to write it. Would love to try rhyme scheme but then ugh, do not want to stay that route if by some miracle, the story gets published.
I think that is it for now. Will keep you updated and post link to Central story when I post it.
Third times the charm,and I finally did get my spell. Soreceress and Cass, could not have done it without you. Hope you got some giggles out of my little goof. I know I did. Also thanks to Alric for the extra assist with Soreceress I don't think the trio came together as a whole but each time I had to run, one of them was with me. I love my friends.
Also some good news. I have a pet Death Scarab. I am hoping to help SM and Alric out by mixing and seeing if they can get one too. She is an adult now but want her at Ancient or Epic before I mix. Should not be too hard to get her there.
Up and coming from me
I have been working on a few things for a while now and do not know how well they will do but all I can do is try. First thing, I have a story I have created for Wizard101Central entitled "Prophecy of Blades". I have a very wild imagination and am having fun creating this tale. So far I have 2 chapters written and am working on the third which is actually going to be divided into 2 different story threads. It features all of my current Grandmaster wizards. Adding an excerpt from it and will post the full first chapter sometime this week on Central.
Here is some of Chapter One (This is not the beginning but is a teaser hee hee)
"Heather got up and walked out of the Myth Tower slowly, barely even noticing the stares she got from other students as she passed through Ravenwood and went into her dorm room where she laid on her bed to think. Despite the name, Lighthope Lane was not what one would call cheery. The trees there had long since died and were now empty shells that stretched to the sky as if pleading to be cut down. There was only one house on the street so it was more of a driveway than a street but it had always been called Lighthope Lane and no one dared to argue the point. Even Death students shivered slightly as they passed the huge iron gates.
An hour later, Heather stood in front of those very gates. The Death spell symbol was etched on each side in iron and two bell towers were holding the gates up. Where the gates met at the top, the Death school symbol, a skull in a circle, divided in half. Not able to control her trembling, Heather started to grab a rope to ring one of the tower bells but before she could give it a tug, the gates opened mysteriously without so much as a creak.
“Great.” Heather said to herself as she walked through the gap between the gates. “I must be crazy doing this. I am risking my life for a grade that probably will not be higher than a C.”
The pathway beyond the gates seemed to stretch for miles due to a thick fog all over the property but it only took a minute or two of walking before the house came into view and Heather stopped dead in her tracks. Tall and decrepit, it was the very essence of every haunted house ever talked or read about. The two windows on the top floor seemed to be staring at her as she slowly walked towards it and she could have sworn they blinked. The path split up and went three ways. One went right and around a hill, the other went left toward a graveyard (Yeah right, like she was going that way.), and the third went straight down the middle toward the house."
Second thing: I am working on a real life children's story. I have the premise but not sure how I want to write it. Would love to try rhyme scheme but then ugh, do not want to stay that route if by some miracle, the story gets published.
I think that is it for now. Will keep you updated and post link to Central story when I post it.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
First blog, first post.
Just want to give a friendly hello to all followers or would be followers. This is my first blog. Not sure what to write about. So I will tell a little about me. I do tech support for a living and in spare time play great game Wizard101 and am part of a game fan site called Wizard101Central. I have made some of the best friends there.
Cassandra Dragonheart and SorceressMiklai are two besties (using Central names) she is always there to talk to when I need a friend. Oddly enough none of my friends are annoyed at the fact that I tend to reveal too much at once and annoy the tar out of them lol.
The Earthweavers- a little impetuous but no one can cheer you up better when feeling blue.
Can't think of anything else to say except welcome everyone.
Cassandra Dragonheart and SorceressMiklai are two besties (using Central names) she is always there to talk to when I need a friend. Oddly enough none of my friends are annoyed at the fact that I tend to reveal too much at once and annoy the tar out of them lol.
The Earthweavers- a little impetuous but no one can cheer you up better when feeling blue.
Can't think of anything else to say except welcome everyone.
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