#69 Get Well Soon, Mallory! Aka: Ginger Can't Catch A Break Part 3, 7-9

Nov 12, 2014 21:53


Sorry that took so long. And you guys are so awesome and I love the fact that some of you have added me! I will be working on the other snarks and that should be up at some point. Thank you guys.
Now, Here's some more of Ginger Can't Catch A Break: AKA Get Well Soon, Mallory! Chapters 7-9( Read more... )

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shatisarockgod November 13 2014, 04:20:46 UTC
and our Junk Food Queen volunteers to make them--I hope she's actually going to follow a recipe. Wasn't that a problem in one of the mystery books? Claudia was just throwing all sorts of ingredients into a bowl without really measuring them? I love to bake desserts and I know how my tastes are...like I don't really like a lot of powdered sugar in the icing because I think it tastes way to sweet. So I don't follow that part of the recipe and it'll still come out tasting good ( ... )

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bleeding_thorn2 November 13 2014, 16:41:35 UTC
I think it was a cooking contest or something, I know 3_foot_6 posted a snark about it.

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maryannespen November 13 2014, 18:22:52 UTC
Claudia and the Recipie for Danger. Wherein our intrepid heroine is more worried about how her entries will look and gives zero shits how they will taste. *headdesk*

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maryannespen November 13 2014, 18:24:56 UTC
That's one thing I do appreciate about the era of technology we live in. When I'm having trouble with fatigue, at least I can usually do a bit of light work on writing, or some of my online projects. And then again, there are days I'm too tired to think and refuse to feel guilty for wanting to sleep or watch TV all day.

I'm guessing Ann knows no one who has a chronic illness that includes fatigue. Or maybe at some point in her life, she felt upstaged by someone who was sick and now spreads her message that even cancer is no excuse for being lazy!

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anabellabobella November 13 2014, 09:54:58 UTC
I dunno about you, my peeps but when I'm sick or have horrific cramps, my husband knows to leave me the fuck alone. He gives me treats, lets me watch what I want on t.v., and generally knows not to bother me with stupid shit.

Sounds like mine! He always spoils me, but doubly so when I'm not feeling good.

Cakewalk

This is a real thing, and I don't mea the old minstrel game. A cakewalk is a more civilized version of musical chairs, only it's something like numbers on a floor. You walk in a circle until told to stop (or the music stops, whatever the cue is), and everyone goes to a number. A random number is drawn, and that person is eliminates, and they take the number on the floor (paper plate or something), and it, and the drawn number, are tossed. Keep going, until one person is left. The prize is usually a small cake.

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maryannespen November 13 2014, 18:28:08 UTC
We used to have this big thing every year at my Catholic school called "Booster Bash". It was a carnival...the gym and cafeteria were set up with games, and each classroom would have a game, which no one would know about until the day of the event. The cakewalk is the one classroom I skipped every single year. I would only do it if the friend I was there with would force me. It is not an ADD friendly game, lol. Plus I didn't want to haul a whole fucking cake home.

Oh, and in St M's version, the numbers on the plates each co-responded to a cake. So if you won, you got the cake that matched with the number on the plate left. I guess that was how they got rid of the crappy cakes?

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woundedandwild November 18 2014, 19:32:55 UTC
Yup, my church had a fall festival every year, and there was always a cake walk and a fishing game! Our cake walk was really simple. There were numbers taped to the floor in a circle. You walked until the music stopped, and the person in charge drew a number, and everyone looked frantically under their feet to see if they were standing on the chosen number. Winning number got to pick out whatever cake they wanted. I like your school's version better, maryannespen, because all the good cakes were always gone in the first twenty minutes. I remember one year helping my mom make an awesome dinosaur-shaped cake to donate to the event, and being so mad when another girl won it before I even got there.

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maryannespen November 13 2014, 18:29:58 UTC
Where's Samuel L. Jackson when I need him?

Give me a list when I'm in a flare and all fatigued out, mother fucker. I DARE YOU!

Seriously...I realize they're just young teenagers, but the lack of concern they show for Mal here (and in every book, plus to anyone else who lets illness or injury slow their productivity) is really gross. :/

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bleeding_thorn2 November 13 2014, 21:59:07 UTC
I Double dare you motherfucker!

I swear there is a Pulp Fiction for everything.

Pretty please with sugar on top, get the fucking Kid Kits

I do believe K-Ron, My Lord, Your Master Told you to take ME out and do whatever I wanted. Now I want a talent show, I want in your barn and I want a ribbon. So make sure I get one.

What concerns me isn't the meeting right now. What concerns me is the M&M's in front of me. Did you notice the sign that says Stacey has the dieebtus? Answer me, Jessi DID YOU NOTICE THE SIGN THAT SAYS STACEY HAS THE DIEEBTUS!

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