Oops...again...and again...and again...*sigh*

My third shift at my new, er, old...hmmm...-job, I was working with a girl who had only been there for a month. We were both still sort of learning our ways around. Part of my job was to keep the salad bar stocked, so we bus girls get to cut up veggies and refill dressings (my absolute least favorite part of the job), and make dressing to refill the bar with. That night, we just so happened to be almost out of House dressing - the most complicated one to make. The recipe list went something kind of like this:

Mix together:

• 1/2 an onion, puree-ed
• gallon of mayo (major grossness)
• 2 cups oil
• 2 cups of sugar

Mix well and add:

• 1/2 cup spicy brown mustard
• 2 cups honey
• 1 cup of horseradish
• 3 cups of Catalina dressing
• poppy seeds (for looks)

I'M NOT BEING HELD RESPONSIBLE WHEN YOU TRY TO MAKE HOUSE DRESSING USING THIS RECIPE AND IT GOES TERRIBLY WRONG, BECAUSE I'LL BET MONEY ON THE FACT THAT THIS REALLY ISN'T THE EXACT RECIPE.*

Miriam (the girl I was working with) knew where the food processor, the honey, the oil, and the horseradish were. I knew where the onions, the mayo, and the Catalina were. We both knew where the mixing bowl, the whisk, and the spatula were. We got all of that together, but we still needed the measuring cup, the sugar, the mustard, and the poppy seeds. It took us ages to find it all, but we finally did, and we started our endeavor. 

I cut up the onion and put the WHOLE THING in the food processor. Oops. We divided it in half...ish. We added the mayo (don't ever volunteer to scoop mayo out of a gallon jar with a spatula), the oil, and the sugar. The oil got all over the food processor which was nightmare to clean up. Next came the mustard and the horseradish. Miriam got them mixed up and put in mustard instead of horseradish, which was easily fixed. At least it wasn't the other way around. We added the Catalina and mixed some more. Miriam poured the poppy seeds into the bowl in handfuls. On her last handful, she accidentally poured out half of the jar in her hand and the poppy seeds, in turn, spilled out of her hand onto the floor. Oops again. That's when I figured out where they keep spare brooms.

I think the dressing turned out okay. No complaints that I heard. Oh, yeah. Halfway through the night, Miriam turned to me and said, "We didn't put any honey in the dressing." And oops yet again. So yes, Late, I did have some fun escapades at my new/old job. I'll write about more if and when I get a chance.

~Caroline

*If you know what's good for you, you won't make House dressing from this recipe anyway, because it makes probably 3-4 gallons of dressing.

Sorry to keep ya'll waiting

Ok, here's my explanation. I got a job at the restaurant down the street as a bus girl. I worked Friday and Saturday nights the first weekend, and then on Monday, I found out that I would have to work on Sundays sometimes. My parents told me that Friday that I wouldn't be allowed to work on Sundays on a regular basis, so I had to quit. I had decided going into it that I didn't want to work Sundays, and since I knew the manager already, I started without even knowing how much I was going to be making, not to mention when I would be working.

~Caroline

P.S. Here's why I didn't want to work on Sundays:

1. I would miss church in the morning.
2. It would break the Ten Commandments.

Hello, dear friends

You probably thought I forgot about ya'll. Nope. I remember you. I'm just too lazy to post. I've plenty to post about, though. Right now, I'm fixing to do a blog redesign since it's two months afer Christmas. Hehe... Let me explain why I haven't posted in awhile.

1. I just moved. (January 29)
2. My school put on a production of Taming of the Shrew, and I was in it. (Beginning of February)
3. I got a job. (February 9)
4. I quit my job. (February 18)
5. I'm weeks behind in my Geometry and Chemistry.

Forgive me for not posting??? I thought so. Now excuse me while I redisign and start a post explaining why I quit, because I know you're curious.

~Caroline

Yes, I do still exist

We just moved, and the school play is this week, so I have a lot going on right now. I don't plan to screw my blog completely, though...I'll be back.

~The Widow (my part in the play. Strangely enough, I'm married. And, nooooo, I'm not some sweet old humble lady. My character is a complete flirt and a total jerk, and I'm having SO much fun with it. :))

btw...

...I am going to change my background. Soon...maybe...I hope. I'm really very lazy. Sorry. I need to get rid of the pink because it probably gives people the wrong impression of me.

~Caroline

Holiness and Suffering

Hey people!! I went to an amazing youth conference this weekend titled "The Holiness of God." It was absolutely AMAZING. It was so humbling, and I realized how much we toss words around without thinking about what they really mean. Sooo...I'm going to give my take on some commonly used words and their meanings. This time it's going to be

1. Holiness
2. and Suffering

(Yes, I realize that the title gave it away. I'm a little sleepy.) Ok, Holiness.

Definitions:

1. The quality or state of being holy. 
2. Blessedness, Godliness, Saintliness.

Holy Definitions:

1. specially recognized as or declared sacred by religious use or authority; consecrated.
2. dedicated or devoted to the service of god, the church, or religion.
3. saintly; godly; pious; devout.
4. having a spiritually pure quality.
5. inspiring fear, awe, or grave distress.

If one is holy (and there is only one that's holy), it's means that that person is completely perfect, and that that person is completely set apart from those who are unholy. This perfectly describes God, except for two things. One, He was also at one point fully God and fully man at one time. Two, He lets us establish close and intimate relationships with Him. Both of these violate the "set apart" thing. How could God become a man if He's holy? How could he associate with those who are unholy if He's holy? Well, God could become a man just cuz he wanted to, and because He's just awesome like that. But he was still set apart, because He didn't sin. (Yes, I realize that that's hard to believe, too, but, like I said, He's just awesome like that.) The fact that He didn't sin and that set him apart from everyone else who's ever walked the face of this green earth. As for Two, even though it's absolutely impossible to get on God's level as far as perfection goes, God is so compassionate that He decided to give His chosen people some "Get Out of Jail Hell Free" cards. He continues to bring us closer to Him every day and as we get closer to the day we die, then when we die, we're as close to Him as we'll ever get. Thinking about how holy He is makes us realize how much we need Him and how filthy and awful we really are. When we see Him in Glory, only then will we really get a grasp of our wickedness and sinfulness. I wish I thought about how holy God is and how unholy I am more.

I'm also going to wait to do suffering because I'm sick of typing.

Adios, my homeys!
~Caroline

No, I am not dead, thank you very much

Ok, guys, I haven't posted in awhile. Not sure why, since the local schools have now been closed due to "severe weather conditions" for a WEEK!!!! A WEEK!!!! Welcome to the South, hon. I haven't left my house since Sunday. So it really makes no sense that I haven't posted for two weeks. I remember that there was something really funny that I wanted to post about, but I can't remember what it was. Oh, yeah!!! Now I remember. Ok, well, on Tuesday of last week (when I go to school - I go to school one day every week), I must have left my grammar book there. I couldn't find it when I got home. Sooo...I sent out an email to the families in my class asking if anyone had picked it up. Well, I sent the email only to discover that I had sent it to all of the parents, and  none of the students. Indeed. So I sent the whole thing again, using a different address list that had both parents and students on it. Now all of my friends' parents are going to think that I'm an idiot that really shouldn't be in high school. I was, in fact, ridiculously tired, having been at school all day. I'm really not that incompetent, and I may or may not post within the next week. :)

~Caroline

My very first WHITE CHRISTMAS!

I'm 14, and I just had my first ever White Christmas. Is that sad or what?? That wasn't the only thing that happened, though. Our plan was to leave our house on Thursday, get to my grandparents' house (in the mountains in North Georgia) around dinner, and hang out until Saturday, and we would leave on Saturday afternoon. Here's most of what went on over the weekend.

Thursday: We got there at about four in the afternoon, had a delicious dinner, and went to see The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Which, by the way, was awesome).

Friday: Pretty relaxing morning, and then that afternoon, my aunt and uncle came with their little nine-month-old daughter, Ivy. At about five, we left to go to the Christmas Eve service at my grandparents' church. At home, we had a yummy dinner and opened our Christmas presents. (We weren't planning to have much time on Christmas Day to open them.)

Saturday: We woke up to a snow storm. For half of us, it was our first White Christmas. Very exciting. My dad got a trip for something like eight o'clock that evening. We had a delicious breakfast. Daddy was getting worried that he wouldn't be able to get his truck out of the driveway. He asked for everyone to help push it up the driveway, so we did, and he was able to leave in time for his trip. We had Christmas lunch instead of Christmas dinner, since we were planning to leave before dinner...which didn't happen. Halfway through the afternoon, my mom decided that we would stay another day. I rejoiced. :) We went to bed that night having enjoyed a relaxing, fun-filled, white Christmas.

Sunday: Church had been canceled, so we just hung out all morning. After lunch, my mom got determined to leave, so we spent at least a half an hour trying to get the car out of the driveway. First we all piled in and Momma gunned it and tried to turn to go up the driveway, but she ended up halfway in the yard. My Uncle Fred took the hint and went inside to put on some shoes, a coat, and a hat (he's bald, hence the hat). My dad's mom -

Okay, pause, I need to explain something. My mom's mom (Coco) is staying with us at our house in PTC. We all (including Coco) went to my dad's parents' house in the mountains. They're Grandma and Grandpa. Names make things much easier.

- also went inside to put on another layer. They came outside to help push the van up the driveway. My mom got out of the car, and Coco took her place in the driver's seat. Let me outline this scene for you again. We now have one person driving the car (Coco), six people pushing the car (Grandma, Fred, Momma, Me, Sarah, and William), and three spectators (Aunt Katy, Ivy, and Grandpa). Oh, and did I forget to mention that Winston was buckled into his seat screaming like the sky was falling because no one was paying any attention to him?? Indeed. We took three (or more, the whole thing is kind of a blur now) tries to finally get the stupid car on the road. We used De-ice-er, boiling water, ice cream salt, pieces of cardboard, shovels, brooms, a squeegee, and I don't know what else to achieve our nearly impossible goal. And we finally did it. Hooray!!

Sunday, Part 2: The drive is usually about 3 or 4 hours long, depending on traffic and weather. With the snow, it was going to be closer to 5. (These are all rough estimates. I'm not the one driving.) After driving watching two movies, pigging out with the candy from our stockings, sleeping, and reading, for close to three hours, we stopped at a gas station. Sarah and I went inside to go to the bathroom and buy more food. I know, we're such pigs. We got two personal-sized Pringles (We couldn't agree on a flavor), "Grandma's" peanut butter cookies, and a little bag of Combos. We got back in the car and Momma was on the phone. We soon discovered that on our way out, Katy and Fred's keys had gotten picked up and put with our stuff. And they didn't have a spare. Whoopee. So we doubled back and drove for another hour, and then we found a hotel. I'll sum it up like this: There were six people sharing one hotel room with two double beds. The ground outside was covered with snow and ice. There were crumbs of some sort in between the sheets on my bed. The pool was frozen over. The lock on the door was about to fall off. Not the most charming hotel I've ever stayed in. Once we got to the hotel, my mom and I bundled up and walked about a fourth of a mile to the only restaurant that was open. Three cheers for Waffle House!!! We got enough food to last for a week, and took it back to the room. Grandpa and Fred came and got the keys, and we all had a good horrible night's sleep. At least I did, anyway.

Monday: We got up and had a huge breakfast at the hotel. (That was about the only redeeming quality of the place.) Then we drove for three more hours to get home. I'm never, ever going to forget this Christmas.

~Caroline

P.S. I neglected to mention the fact that Winston took 20 minutes to go to sleep in the hotel. At one point, he got out of Momma's bed and walked over to William's pathetic little pallet on the floor. He laid down next to him and was quiet for about five seconds. After the five seconds, he started going, "Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh." No joke.

Child Abuse???

I tried to make the title say "Evil Stepsister," but I wouldn't let me cross anything out. Darn you, blogger. Now, I have two little brothers, but they also double as dolls. I don't have any pictures of William like the ones of Winston that I'm about to post. Actually, there is one on my mom's blog. (We've also dressed him up in a build-a-bear cheerleader costume. We took a picture of him wearing it and holding an Atlanta Braves tomahawk. Oh, and there's a picture somewhere of him in a baby walker that has a sign on the front. The sign says "Jail," and Sarah's standing behind him with a huge grin on her face. Oh, did I mention that he's screaming his little heart out??) Anyway, we couldn't leave Winston out of the fun, so here's a taste of what we do in our spare time.

Yes, that's a suitcase.

There's a picture somewhere of me in that trashcan, too.

Okay, he put this on his head, but it was a cute picture.

At one point that day, he was wearing a purple cape. Mine, of course.

He loves these glasses. They're Sarah's.

No, that is not a girl, believe it or not.

This is called "The Look." He does it on command.

He seemed to be enjoying the bow.

I had to save the best for last. Those three pictures are too cute. That was my awesome black bow that I love. I had taken it out of my hair, and I was just carrying it around with me. (I was too lazy to walk to my room and put it away.) He was running around being Dennis the Menace #2, and I put the bow in his hair to occupy him. I'm going to be really disappointed when he can defend himself from my shenanigans. I'll have nothing to do.

I'm off to pack for my grandparents' house. So excited!!!! Love ya'll and Merry Christmas!
~Caroline

This was so much fun...

...that I'm going to have to do it again.

"Do what?" you say.

Well, genius, why don't you keep reading?
(for those of you who really don't know what this is, please visit this post)

First Dance by Justin Bieber

It's your chance take her hand to the floor

Too many pronouns, man, I already have no idea what you're talking about.
Girl if you see something you like then let 'em know

Still too many pronouns...I guess the "you"s mean me.
Cuz you only got one chance

Oh, that's encouraging...what exactly are you talking about, anyway?
For your first dance

Ok, I actually understand now.
So take advantage of the slow jam

You know, I've never heard a slow song referred to that way.
Yeah, man

Now, honestly, do I really look like a man to you?

When I close my eyes,
There must be more, so you'd better continue.
I see me and you at the prom
Oh, I don't think so. *shakes finger*
We've both been waiting so long
Could you please try to finish your thoughts in one line? It would be so much less confusing.
For this day to come
Oh, I have, have I?
Now that its here
...let's just bid each other goodnight.
Let's make it special
...by bidding each other goodnight.

There's so many thoughts in my mind
Uh-oh, that can't possibly be good.
The D.J.'s playing my favorite song
Good for him.
Ain't no chaperones
Remind me why I'm here, then?
This could be the night of your dreams
That could really be interpreted the wrong way, you know.

Only if you give, give the first dance to me
Not.on.your.life, mister.
Girl I promise I'll be gentle
*to self* Where is my pepper spray?
I know we gotta do it slowly
I'm voting that we don't do it at all...
If you give, give the first dance to me
 ...and evidently, my vote does not count.
I'm gonna' cherish every moment
I'M NOT!!!
'Cuz it only happens once, once in a lifetime
Good, at least I only have to endure it once.

I couldn't ask for more
Actually...well, I won't go there.
We're rocking back and forth
Oh, please no. Is there such thing as self-induced unconsciousness?
Under the disco ball
I thought this was a "slow jam."
We're the only ones on the floor
Well, if there's no one else out here, maybe we should MOVE, ya think?

There's so many thoughts in my mind
I don't think that needs to be mentioned again.
The D.J.'s playing my favorite song
I need to have a word with that D.J. Excuse me, please. 

Now we're all alone
Oh, no.
Here's the opportunity
Oh, no, no, no. Police!!!

Only if you give, give the first dance to me
NO!!
Girl I promise I'll be gentle
This is sounding familiar.
I know we gotta do it slowly
Yes, you've mentioned this already.
If you give, give the first dance to me
I'm going to shut up, cuz I've already replied to all of this.
I'm gonna' cherish every moment
Cuz it only happens once once in a lifetime

Everybody says that we look cute together
Oh, right, because so many people have seen us together.
Let's make this a night the two of us remember
Unfortunately, I'm going to have a difficult time forgetting it. 
No teachers around to see us dancing close
And that's a good thing?
I'm telling you our parents will never know
You haven't met my parents.
Before the lights go up
What lights? h, you mean the lights on the police cars, right?
And the music turns off
Oh, yes, PLEASE.
Now's the perfect time for me to taste your lip gloss
You know what? You can have the whole tube. Eat your heart out.
Your glass slippers in my hand right here
Oh, the lip gloss isn't enough, huh? Here are my shoes, too, then.
We'll make it before the clock strikes nine
Nine? Holy cow, you have an early bedtime for a sixteen year old.

If you just give, give the first dance to me
Wait, are you repeating words on purpose?
Girl I promise I'll be gentle
Oh, dear this must be the chorus again.
But we gotta do it slowly
Alright, please wait. 
If you give, give the first dance to me
I'm gonna' cherish every moment
Cuz it only happens once, once in a lifetime

It's your chance take her hand to the floor
Me? Her? I thought I was supposed to be dancing with you...oh, I'm so confused.

Girl, if you see something you like then let 'em know
Oh, wait, this is what confused me before.
Cuz you only got one chance, for your first dance
Please hold. *cue music*
So take advantage of this slow down
Yeah man.

If you give, give the first dance to me
Which I won't.
I'm gonna' cherish every moment
Good luck with that.
Cuz it only happens once, once in a lifetime
Yes, I know. Wait, it's over? *shouts of joy*

One thing needs to be made clear. I'm not trying to make fun of Justin Bieber. I'm just making fun of his songs that he probably didn't even write. I try to make a practice of not making fun of people and not talking behind their backs. I've seen the consequences, and they're not pretty. So, I don't want to cause problems but, then again, I'm a sinner, so I specialize at causing problems.

~Caroline

The Best Wii Game of ALL TIME is...

...Just Dance!!!

I cannot even express to you how much  I love that game. Then again, I haven't played that many games on Wii, but of the games I have played, that's the best. 

Unfortunately, I don't have a Wii, but my friends, on the other hand, do. (and they have Just Dance... :)) I can't really dance if I'm making it up as I go along, but Just Dance is perfect, cuz it gives me all the moves! It's a powerful workout, too. I went on YouTube the other day and found some of the dances. My sister and I stood in front of the computer and danced to them. I should titled this post something like "Free Blackmail on Caroline with purchase of...well, I don't sell stuff on here, so that wouldn't work. Nevermind, scratch that. 


There's a Just Dance 2 too. It has forty stinking four songs on it. That'll keep me occupied for a while. :)


~Caroline

Yet Another Blog Redesign

Yes, I did do it again. Remember this post?? I was getting bored with the red and green (as much as I do love those colors). I found a cute new background on Shabby Blogs. I need to make a few things clear.

1. I DO NOT like pink, but I love the background...if that makes any sense whatsoever...it probably doesn't. Look, people, I didn't design the darned thing. If I had, there wouldn't be pink involved.
2. If you look on the right side of the blog where the white part meets the background, there're some weird looking black and white lines and little semi-circle-like things. The background came with a cute little banner down the right side that said "Happy Holidays." I despise that phrase, but I couldn't seem to cover up the whole thing. 
3. I did my best trying to match all of the colors. I think they look pretty good, except the visited links. Anyway, if you would like to complain, please hold "alt" and hit "F4," and I'll be right with you. (This also works for any other complaints you have. Note the icon on the sidebar.)

That's all folks!
~Caroline

My New Favorite Furniture Store

This is one of the funniest commercials I've ever seen. My absolute favorite part of the commercial: (1:18) "...and Hickspanic people too." I'm going to go there someday.

~Caroline

Oh, yeah!!!

Notice the tab second to the right. "How to make a screenshot." Hehe...

I did it!!! Lame screenshot, but hey! At least I did it. I'm so proud of myself right now.

~Caroline

BLOGGER LIED!!!!

Grr. Nevermind. I have ten followers. Evidently there's an anonymous one out there, too, so Blogger said that I have 11, but ya'll can only tell that there are 10. Thanks, anonymous person. I was so excited. Excuse me while I go cry myself to sleep. *jk* I really am not as incompetent as I may appear, people.

~Caroline

11 Followers!!

Yay! I've got eleven followers! I'm so popular... :) and I'm caught up with Leighton! Yessss...Mwahaha.

~Caroline

He said, She said

One of the fun things we do at Thanksgiving (we being Sarah, Leighton, and I) is to make a magazine. Ok, it's really a couple of pieces of paper folded in half, but it works. This year's is called Gray Today, and it features several games to play. One of them is called He said, She said. Every person starts with a piece of paper and writes the name of a guy on the top. Then they fold it down so no one can see what it says, and they pass it to the person on their left. The next person writes a girl's name, and so one and so forth. You keep going until you have all of these categories written down in order.

Guy's name

Girl's name

Where they met

What he said

What she said

What he did

What she did

How it turned out

Oh, my goodness, these things are so funny. Go to the bathroom before you start reading them. Here are the ones we did:

Michael Buble and Brittany Spears met at a graveyard. He said, "You're hair's orange with blue stripes." She said, "WHAT is the DEAL with your hair, dude?" So he drew on her face, and she cussed at him. In the end, they signed a restraining order against each other and never saw each other again.

Barak Obama and Mariah Carey met at a cozy little igloo in the Arctic Circle. He said, "Do you have an iPod?" She said,"I like your beard." So he stuffed a penguin down the front of her her shirt, unintentionally, of course, and she played the piano for him. In the end, they had a kid and then an hour later, it died, and and then she died of grief, and he committed suicide.

Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez met at the Statue of Liberty. He said, "Will you marry me?" She said, "We're through." So he started to sing Poker Face, and she cut his hair. In the end, they made out and then went to pick out curtains and tablecloths together.

Justin Timberlake and Barbie met at a tanning salon. He said, "You have a cute butt." She said, "Do you like Lady Gaga? She's so awesome! I want to be just like her!" So he bought her a motorcycle, and she pulled up his pants because his pink boxers were showing. In the end, they both hiked Mt. Everest, got hypothermia, yet lived.

Barak Obama and Taylor Swift met in Charlotte, NC. He said, "How did you make your face so ugly?" She said, "...and I was like 'no way'! And she was all 'whatever'! Can you, like, believe it?!" So he asked if she would put her number in his phone, and she beat him up and then cut off a piece of his hair as a souvenir. In the end, they hopped into rainbow unicorns, rode off into the sunset, then they exploded into glitter due to the sheer improbability of this story.

Bill Nye and Miley Cyrus met in Japan. He said, "Nice muffintop." She said, "Your hair smells like apples...I like apples." So he put grass down the back of her pants and then kissed her, and she threw a rabid wolverine at his face. In the end, they broke up.

Brad Pitt and Taylor Swift met in a sanatorium. He said, "Something's burning. Do you smell that? Yikes." She said, "I don't like you." So he threw her out the second-story window, and she gave him an ant farm. In the end, they got married and had twenty kids...the new Duggar family.

Nick Jonas and Miley Cyrus met in New Zealand. He said, "Do you want to go on another date together?" She said, "Stop flipping your hair." So he kissed her hand, and she walked away. In the end, they recorded a song together.

Justin Bieber and Sarah Palin met in the Eiffel Tower. He said, "You're preeeeety." She said, "I like Starburst." So he threw a cup of coffee off a bridge, and she grimaced and ran to China. In the end, they went to England and had tea with the Queen.

I really hope you enjoyed this, cuz it took me FOREVER to write.
~Caroline

You know you're homeschooled when...

Just to make this more fun, I'm only going to put things that have really happened to me.

1. ...you walk into the kitchen to find your brother drinking your chemistry experiment.
2. ...you don't get out of your PJ's until late afternoon.
3. ...your desk is a couch and a lap desk from a yard sale.
4. ...you go to the dentist and the receptionist looks at you like you're from Mars when you tell her you don't need a school note.
5. ...instead of home ec., you fix dinner for a family of six.
6. ...your almost seven-year-old brother can make lunch for the whole family.

That's all I can think of right now, maybe there'll be more later.
~Caroline

Mewwy Chwistmas, Evewyone!

I have now been exposed to the excessive talent and amazing singing ability of the legendary Jan Terri! I can't possibly tell ya'll about this and not share it with you. The following videos are some of the funniest music videos I've ever watched. Please visit the restroom before viewing and keep a paper towel handy in case your ears start to bleed.

Baby Blues *please note that the attractive young man's eyes are BROWN!!!! I repeat, BROWN!!!!*

Rock and Roll Santa *rather, Wock and Woll Santa*

Journey to Mars *(2:08) oh, yeah, let's ride the monorail to Mars!*

Losing You *(1:29) notice the delightful car wreck and drainage pipe in the background*

The currently un-named song *in Leighton's words (she did a post similar to this one, and she actually showed me the ones one here), THIS MAY CAUSE SEIZURES!! (if they haven't already been triggered by our beautiful friend Jan Terri)*

Enjoy, if such a thing is at all possible.

~Caroline

P.S. Most of this post is sarcastic, in case you haven't picked that up yet.

a Term of Measurement?

We played Scattergories on Friday at Aunt Mausty's. Sooo much fun!!!!! That game creates interesting conversions. On one of the rounds, the letter was D. Everyone was telling their answers, and we got to "Terms of Measurement." It got to Momma, and she said kind of sheepishly, "I thought it said Terms of Endearment." Everyone laughed, and someone asked what she wrote. Take a guess. Nevermind, you'll never figure it out. She wrote

Doodlepop

I jest not. That created more laughter, and my ever joking Uncle Nathan said, "...there are 10 Doodlepops in a Shuggedybul." Something like that, anyway. Oh, fun times. 

~Caroline