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My Friend Jacqueline makes the best popcorn balls in the world.  As in I’ve eaten 2 today-(I like my fat ass, I guess)

She won’t tell me the recipe.  Says its a family secret.  WELL I FIGURED IT OUT!

HAHAHAHAHA

Shall I share it with you?

(She said she’d tell me, but then she’d have to kill me.  She DIDN’T tell me, I just figured it out with the help of google…)

Shhhh- it’s a secret, okay?

Soft Popcorn Balls Ingredients

10 Oz unpopped corn

24 Oz bag of mini-marshmallows

1/4 cup butter

food coloring

Pop the popcorn. Remove all kernels that are not popped. Put popped corn in a large roasting pan. Melt butter or margarine and marshmallows over low heat in a double boiler. Add food coloring, if desired, at this point. Pour melted marshmallows over the popped corn and mix with a wooden spoon, being careful as the mixture is hot. When the mix has cooled a bit, rub butter on your hands and finish mixing by hand. Add more butter to your hands and shape mixture into balls. Store balls in baggies or wrap in plastic wrap.

So last night I dreamed I was in mediation and we were trying to solve the worlds problems.  And I was cool with solving the worlds problems AFTER mine had been solved.  I kept begging “Please can we stick to MY issues?  This is really expensive…”

So apparantly I have some issues with mediation that are giving me frustrated dreams.

I also dreamed Brian and I were like Warriors (????) and we had to get away on a train.  But Brian got on the first train and so did I, but then realized Emma was on a different one, which left me jumping off the train going really fast.  So Emma and I took the seperate train together.

I had a really messed up night of sleep- so I’m lightheaded today.  I hate random wierd dreams.

The woman 4 people in front of me was having trouble with her debit card.  She looked Hispanic, and spoke Spanish.  She finally got it to work- paid and left.

Woman directly in front of me turns, says to me “I hate these illegal Mexicans- I hate all Mexicans, don’t you?”

I gave her the coldest stare I’ve ever given anyone and said “My sister is half Hispanic, thank you. No. I don’t hate them.  I don’t hate anyone.  Except racist ignorant people, that is.”

She left her cart and walked out.  What a bitch.  And now I’m fuming.