I Moved

Let the rejoicing begin. I got so many complaints of my slow loading blog that I finally moved.

Go to-

http://www.whatthemuffin.blogspot.com

And enjoy the immediate loading, rather than the 5 hour wait.

See you there!

Coffee Problems

This video reminds me of me. I made some coffee this morning, like I do every school morning, and got in the fridge for some vanilla cream to put in my coffee and there was none! I about cried. My french vanilla cappuccino powder was hardened into a big lump, and so I dumped the excess that was not lumpy and dumped it into my coffee cup. There wasn't much of this. So I drank my coffee closer to black than I ever really cared to.

Ew.

My Weekend in Videos

From the parade on Saturday-


From this afternoon at Toxic Smell....err...Taco Bell-

Oh-Em-Gee!

Lookie, lookie!!!!



Yes, bloggy friends! That IS an envelope containing a packet of information about MIT addressed to me!!!!! IT IS ! IT IS!!

WOOHOO!!

Thanksgiving on Mom's Side

Every year, we alternate whose side of the family we go to Thanksgiving at. This year, it was on my mom's side, which is held at my Aunt Penny's house in Grove City. Now, the last time that we were going to do Thanksgiving at Aunt Penny's, a big snowstorm hit and we couldn't make it in. We then had Thanksgiving dinner at Ryan's Steakhouse. Not good times.

Now, my great-grandma has 4 daughters. My Aunt Linda is the oldest, then my grandma, then my Aunt Penny, then my Aunt Brenda, who I've seen probably 10 times in my whole life. Each of them have at least 2 kids (Aunt Brenda's don't come to Thanksgiving) so that's like, 8, I think, branches on the family tree. About half of them don't have kids, but still, in that whole mixture of people you have me and my brother and sister, my cousins, Micah and Andrew, my mom's cousin's four kids, Bradley, Brandon, Heather, and Hannah, her cousin, Kim's, foster daughter, and probably some more that I can't remember. My Aunt Hope and Uncle Peter didn't show up, and neither did Laurie, my Aunt Penny's daughter. Plus, my great grandparents, the multiple cousin's husbands (I say husbands because there are pretty much zippo males on this side of the family). It was a full house.

I am 17. Yet, I had 3, yes THREE, relatives pose the following question to me.

"So, Becky, are you seeing anyone?"

I must resist the urge to laugh.

"Me? See someone? Obviously you are not frequent subscribers to the oh-so-famous 'What The Muffin?'. I haven't been on a pseudo-date in 2 1/2 years. Are you joking? I will probably not have interaction with someone with a Y chromosome until I'm 87!"

Instead I said,

"No, I'm working on that, Great-Grandma/Aunt Linda/Aunt Penny."

Aunt Penny then asks me- "Are you interested in anyone?"

I resist the urge to say-

"Whoa, baby, am I interested in someone!"

And instead engage in a delightful conversation with multiple metaphors alluding to various candies. It went something like this.

"Yes, but to be honest, I'm not sure that I want to be in a relationship with him right now at the moment [speaking truthfully, let me continue] because teenage guys seem to go through girlfriends like candy. I think I'd rather be an Everlasting Gobstopper than a Now and Later."

That was quite good if I do say so myself.

My great-grandma has always seemed to believe that I was in middle school for some reason. I don't know why. Apparently I've grown greatly in the past 2 years.

"Becky, are you a senior?"

No, unfortunately.

And God bless my Aunt Penny for realizing the greatest thing ever. The second I walked in-

"Becky, you look so beautiful! You've lost weight, haven't you?"
"15 pounds, thanks!"
"Wow, I'm so proud of you! You can really tell!"
"Thanks."
"No, you can really tell! You are so beautiful and I'm not just saying that because I'm your aunt!"

I love Thanksgiving!

It's that time of year again...

My Christmas music is on and the lights are going up!

And Now...For Something Completely Different

Even more potential?

So, yesterday, I got my ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery) scores back, which are rated out 99. I had a 93! Which placed me as the second highest scoring individual in the junior class, and the highest scoring girl in the junior class. The guy who beat me had a 98, because he also smoked the skilled labor areas of the test. My highest skilled labor score was Auto and Shop (?), from which the following conversation took place-

ASVAB Lady- You must spend a lot of time with cars!
Me- Never touched one in my life.
ASVAB Lady- So, your dad must do a lot with cars.
Me- We don't let my dad operate power tools.
ASVAB Lady- Because he uses them so much?
Me- No, we're afraid he'll injure himself or others.

She then told me that I was probably just predisposed to it. I doubt that. I think my friends Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and Mo helped me out a little.

So then we filled out this interest thing and with my scores and the interest inventory, one of the first things that came up was "Missing Persons Investigation". The lady asked me where I was looking at school at and I told her about Marymount in Arlington and she asked me "the" question.

"Have you ever heard of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service?"

At this point it's all I can do to not crack up.

"Are you interested in this sort of thing?" She asks.

"Ma'am, my guinea pig is named Probie Jethro DiNozzo."

"Oh. So there's quite a bit of interest there!"

She tells me that with a score of 93, I can have pretty much any job I want and make a boatload of money starting out. And the NCIS doesn't require you to enlist in the actual military.

Yeah. I'll force myself to look into that.

Hypocrisy, thou art rather Muffin-like

One of my friends has an issue. She likes this guy and can't/won't tell him about it. Because, apparently he likes this really smart, thin, pretty girl at our school and she doesn't want to be rejected. And so she talks to me. And we whine together. So today, in a burst of thoughtlessness, I burst out-

"For the love of cheese, woman, grow a vertebral column, tell him, and quit whining to me!"

She gave me "the look".

And I shut up.

Tests! So many tests! Also, Some other stuff...

I have not blogged and will not blog much over the next week or so because:



Monday- Had an anatomy quiz. Along with the rest of the class, I failed this.



Tuesday- Had a KAP discussion and an OPEN BOOK Algebra quiz. Do any of you doubt my algebraic inaptness? I got a 6/9 on the OPEN BOOK QUIZ!! Blech.



Wednesday- Spanish vocab quiz



Today- Retake the afore mentioned anatomy quiz in 8th period. Just took a computer programming test.



Tomorrow- Algebra test. Which I maybe will do well on. Had a study period today and inapt teacher explained stuff. Sort of. I need prayer. Also, a KAP quiz. I never do well on those. Essay tests are the only reason I have a B. Which is nothing to sneeze at, of course.



Saturday- Babysitting.



Sunday- I don't get to teach my class because of the Rowlands being at our church.



Next wednesday- Skeleton Test



Tuesday after that- Skeleton lab practical test.

Things that are awesome.

This weekend was a blast. Besides spending the weekend at a waterpark and then at my aunt's, several events occurred, making me want to shriek with glee.



Wow, that was a cheezy opening. Oh well. Deal with it.



Anyway, yesterday I came home from my aunt's and upon entering my room, found a Dell Inspiron Laptop. This made me, being the Probie that I am, nearly weep with joy. (I'm exaggerating here. I'm not that nerdy) I finally have my own computer. Praise his name. I moled myself in my room most of the afternoon having way too much fun with the wallpaper and screensaver (which are NCIS and My Pictures, respectively) Then I went to church and practiced for our amazing drama that we did last night.


I was a nervous wreck. Remember that video I posted a while back? Called "Everything"? We did that last night with some editing. I'm waiting for someone to perhaps send me a copy of it to post here, because the response we got was amazing. Despite the huge bruise on my leg where I landed on someones foot, and the one on my arm from getting tossed around, nobody(I think) was injured. My Sunday School kids and the little kids at church, however, thought otherwise.

Jennifer- "Becky! Why were they doing that to you? Are you ok?"

Tonya- "Becky! Why they did that to you?"

My cousin, Hannah, was especially concerned for my well-being.

Hannah- Becky, are you ok?

Me- Yes, Hannah. I'm fine.

Hannah- Those mean people with the mask-iz, they were hurting you and they were really scary.

Me-Awww, Hannah. I'm sorry. We didn't mean to scare you.

Hannah- It's ok. I know you didn't mean to scare me. But those people with the mask-iz were really mean and hurt you.

Me- They were pretending, it's ok. They didn't really hurt me.

Hannah- Oh, ok.

She gave me a hug and went along on her merry way.

Her sister, Josey, however, felt the need to do something about my offenders.

Josey (to my Grandma)- *huff* You know, it's not nice for you to throw your OWN granddaughter on the floor.

Apparently, they all felt bad for me.

So, I have a large bruise on my arm, one on my leg, and I pulled something in the other leg. Sin hurts.

Even if you're just acting it out.

Weird Dream....

So, I'm in this forensics lab, and I'm apparently some version of an Abby. And then, Gibbs walks in.

Back up, for those of you who live sad lives in which NCIS is not involved (I pity you, by the way. Yes, Carolyn. I'm talking to you.) Gibbs kind of, sort of died on NCIS Tuesday. Which made me scream "NO WAY!!!" And go through the stages of grief. Mostly denial. And eating of ice cream. Here's the thing. I only watched the first 3 minutes (thanks to my mean, mean mommy) where DiNozzo (unsuccessfully) tried to resuscitate Gibbs.

Now, Dawn and I were in a discussion on the way to Fort Rapids last night over who would win in a fight between Gibbs and Jack Bauer. We at first said Jack Bauer, but then decided that Gibbs would outwit him and Ziva would probably come and blow up Jack Bauer. Sorry, 24 fans. I know I will get cyber-tomatoes thrown at me. Oh well. Gibbs is just that smart. And his head-slapping powers are unmatched.

Anyway, so Gibbs cannot die! Will not die! So, I call my friend, Brittany, who is just as obsessed with NCIS as I am and had seen up to the lack-o-resuscitation and nothing else and was also in mourning. I asked her to finish the episode for me due to my lack-0-internet and call me back. So me and Dawn pace and wait for the phone call to hear if Gibbs is among the living. And he was. I knew it.

So back to my dream.

I see Gibbs and go up and hug him (all Abby-style and stuff) and say, "Hey, Gibbs? Weren't you dead?"

"Finish the episode. Did you really think I would die in a submerged car? That's just not cool enough."

Well, duh. The guy survived a terrorist explosion.

I'm off to watch this episode now.

First words to Dad this morning-

(Pointing to my arm) "Is this MRSA?"

"No. You're an idiot."

"What is it?"

"I don't know! Not MRSA?"

Well, put that on my headstone when the staph gets me, Dad. Sheesh.

Short, yet long week

I only have a 3 day week this week. I was sick on Monday and Parent-Teacher Conferences are on Friday, so Woohoo! it's sort of, kind of Thursday. Unfortunately, it seems like I actually have been in school 4 days already even though it's only been 1 1/2. Bleh.

Right now, I'm uploading my fact sheets on two protestant groups onto Gaggle, which will, before Monday, become papers. I'm doing the UPCI and Jehovah's Witnesses. That is a serious comparison. So, Gaggle has already taken 5 minutes and has only half uploaded one of my papers, so I'm just sitting here, being bored as snot. *yawn*

So, actually, yesterday wasn't all that bad. In comparative religion, I got to pretty much sit and have a Bible study with my friend who is a Catholic. She's doing her project on the UPCI, too, and didn't understand a whole lot of what she was reading on the website. So, I got my Bible out of my bookbag and sat down and explained the Oneness and how we don't believe in infant baptism and all that good stuff. She seemed pretty interested. We'll see how that turns out. Also, at lunch, my friend, who is a Christian, and her two atheist friends were in the lunchline debating. Clint, her one friend was talking about how God can't be real and the religion is the source of all of the world's problems. Nikki needed someone to back her up and asked me. So once again, we pulled out the Bibles (by the way, this was the scariest table I have EVER sat at in my life. Drug dealers/addicts galore and more language than in a Jerry Springer episode. Without the bleeps.) and talked to them. Clint wouldn't listen to a word we had to say, but by the end of the period, Izzy, who's known me since third grade, says,"You know. You guys know what you're talking about. I think some of this may make sense." Pray for that situation,too.

I'm singing at church tonight, which may be a disaster because my voice is still a little froggy from my cold. Not too bad, like, I can sing sometimes, but the frogs are close enough together for me to be concerned.

Also, we have mice in the walls of the English/Spanish classroom. I can hear them scurrying and squeaking and have for the past 2 weeks. Today this wasn't helped much by the fact that I watched last week's NCIS last night (which was creepy and about rats) and had nightmares about rats last night.

Ick.

My Issues- Revisited

I'm apparently transparent as a piece of one-ply toilet paper when it comes to the guy that I like, whose code name is Smitty Wethermenjensen. Don't ask why. It's a long story. Anyway, I have been ridiculously careful with who I've told about this Smitty. And yet, 3 stinking people have discovered all by their lonesomes who he is.

Did I ever tell you why 9YG stopped talking to me when we were 11? Because someone who wasn't supposed to found out, told him, and things got all awkward and we weren't friends anymore. I really cannot stand having that happen all over again.

What I would also like to know is how these people found out! I haven't said or done anything to allude to him in any way, shape, or form. So why is it that within a 2 week period, 3 people can come up to me and say, "So...Smitty, eh?"

My mom is always telling me she can make a soap opera out of my life. I think mine may be to twisted and dramatic to put on TV.

See, Dawn and Brittany? I'm not Probie!

On Friday night, Brittany and Dawn swore up and down that I was Probie. But apparently, no. So there.

For those of you sad people who don't watch NCIS, move along to a different post.

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One of those days....

Did you ever have one of those days where if anybody says or does anything, not even anything remotely annoying, you want to haul off and punch them, all while screaming, "Dear lord almighty, please DO shut up!"

It is not a fun feeling.

Yet that is me today. I wanted to deck several people before school today. I was sitting, reading my book, really, really tired and just in a bad mood, and of course, on this day, everyone needs to tell me something.

And so then, in Visual Basic, I felt like pulling my hair out because I couldn't find stuff in the dumb book.

Plus, shocker here, I'm SO COMPLETELY lost in Algebra.

I'm just having a really bad day. Really, really, really bad.