Salt Water Taffy

I decided I needed to learn how to make salt water taffy. So I quickly found a recipe online, printed it out, and went about making it. I had to cook it to 265 degrees exactly. Now, it's sorta hard to see exact degrees on our candy thermometer, as its only marked every five degrees, so I found the approximate spot, and cooked it to that. It was hard candy when it cooled, not taffy. I dropped it, and it shattered! SHATTERED! Taffy doesn't shatter!  Now, orange flavored hard candy would still be cool though, so I stuck a shard into my mouth. It. Was. Salt. Salt. Salt. Salt. Gross.
I had wanted salt water taffy... not bricks of orange salt.

So, this afternoon, with a few modifications.

 TAFFY WAS BORN!!!!
Beautiful, no?

Last Donut

The last donut of the dozen. Gone. We shall miss it greatly.

The other ME

This is the other Me, not her (she'll have her own account to publish from soon, so don't worry about being too confused for long).*
I am Rachel!


I will not attempt to draw myself as Vicky did, but will eventually maybe get around to drawing a self-portrait, which will be a hundred times more artistic than Vicky's.  For now though you should know that I too have a large nose, ears, and a perfect smile that would warm the lifeless hearts of Harry Potter, Snape, Voldemort, Darth Vader, Neelix, Chakotay, and Captain Janeway altogether with just one small quiver of my cheek.


1. I like to swim, read, write, draw, bathe, and breathe. Just like Vicky. Plus eating, I really love eating.

2. I have no job to speak of at all at this time. Nor do I currently volunteer for any wonderful humanitarian place.

3. I am also a quiet one who is a little bit off my rocker. Except when I'm the loud one who's completely off my rocker. Not only do I talk to things, but things talk back. 0.o

4. I have neither ADHD, ADD, or OCD, but most of my family does (especially Vicky). Thus I am provided with constant amusement.


5. The only thing in this entire world better than SUMMER, is fall, autumn, the crazy, cold, rainy, windy, overcast, wet, brown, and orange season. I have recently rediscovered my love of autumn, after thinking for several months that summer was amazing. I now remember my true feelings (grabs a mug of hot apple cider and watches with amusement as a certain OCD sister can't find gloves, shoes, and complains of the muddy pawprints on her jacket).

6. I hate vacuum cleaners. 

6. Vacuum cleaners hate me.

7. I like finding lists that people leave lying around and scribbling out items on them.

8. my favorite number is 38 (the number 8, and anything related to it are usually the color green)

9. green>red

Live Long and Prosper, my dear friends. 

-Rachel out

*Vicky now has her own account to publish from. She's Beatrice.

All about Me

Let me start by telling about myself:
Hi! I'm Vicky. This is me trying to wave with short chubby arms:

Above is my attempt to draw a realistic representation of me complete with large ears, nose, mouth, and freezing cold feet. (You can't see it, but my toes are blueish.) I'm also wearing pajamas.

Below are some major points that define me:

1. I like to swim, read, write, draw, bathe, and breathe. 

2. I volunteer at a local hospital as a transporter, which means I discharge patients. While working, I let others do all the talking which often times means there are a lot of awkward silences that I take all the credit for. 

3. Most of my friends know me as the quiet one who doesn't move much and is a bit off. The rest of them know better. I'm not quiet, I wiggle like a maniac and I'm more than "a bit" off. And by "off" I mean off my rocker, insane, nonsensical, weird, strange, abnormal, odd, crazy, mental, mad, retarded, schizophrenic, and/or otherwise impaired. I talk to things.

4. I have ADHD, and OCD, which might seem a bit contradictory, but it provides constant amusement for me seeing which side of my mental impairment will be triumphant this time.

5. Dogs are the mutated embodiment of the perfect human mixed with a hobbit. They love everything, tolerate anything, eat healthy, are selfless, and are only saddened by the sadness of others. If every human were like dogs, the world would be better and would probably smell like bones and old tennis shoes.

6. Cell phones are a necessary evil. They disrupt, disturb, deafen, distract, detract, delay, disconnect and are all together despicable things. They're also nearly impossible to hear through. However, they are needed, which I admit to despite my strong feelings of vengeance towards them. grr

7. I like numbering things. It makes me happy. So do shapes, llamas. and the word "dramatic."

9. I hate the number 8. I can't process it. It's like it just never goes through my ear or eye all the way. I also have troubles saying the words "Cash register," "drawer," and "turquoise," despite the fact that I am a self-proclaimed Master of Tongue Twisters.

10. Last and least, I have an important announcement for you!!! It's very exciting!! Drum roll please.....YOU HAVE REACHED THE END! Congrats! Here, have a cookie.

DONUT that is half eaten of a half of a donut that I shared. 0.o

I finished it now. ='(