Take this quiz to find your Exotic Name I am "Busty Melanie Mischief" I like it! I had heard on a talk radio show that the way to create one's porn (or stripper) name is to use your street name and your middle name. So, using that formula, I am "Stormy Maryam". Not as good as Busty Melanie Mischief but I suppose it would work, in a pinch.

2 words that scare me silly - BUTTER COOKIES Yes - you read it right. BUTTER COOKIES. Before you think I have truly gone daft, I will explain: When I was in high school (circa 1984-1988), I decided that, during my Junior and Senior year, I was going to go to Vocational School. For Baking and Pastry Arts. I was going to be *THE* best baker around. Come September 1986, I am standing outside the cafeteria doors, with Wall Township's finest (finest WHAT, I am not too sure) for the bus to Voc (as us insiders called it). The bus turns the corner and it's the LITTLE bus. You all know the little bus. Usually for the Special Ed kids. Also known as the Tart Cart. "Grrrrrrreat" I am thinking. We all load on the bus and away we go. The driver's name was Mrs. Losch. I will never forget her ::::twitch:::: The bus drops off all the kids at Neptune VocTech. The girls who are taking the Hair and Beauty class. The guys who are taking Auto Shop and Marine Repair. I am the lone student left on the bus. I was driven to Asbury Park Vocation School for my class. Anyone reading this who is unfamiliar with these NJ towns, let me mention that Asbury Park is akin to Newark, NJ. Or perhaps Harlem, NY. NOT the nicest area around. And here I am, middle class little white girl, off to school. Thank God all the other Voc kids had arrived on their own town's version of the "Little Bus". The bus stops - I get off. Go inside and find my classroom aka bakery. Thank GOD the VoTech was not as scary as the rest of the town! The High School it was next to is another story! John Ratkowski was my teacher. The BEST teacher I have ever had. He was abrasive, loud, rude, and obnoxious. And - I loved him. Not in the "Lolita" or "American Beauty" way. I just idolized him. Mr. R was a baker who had owned his own shop and run it for many years. All in all, I am not too sure he came about to be a teacher for "Baking and Pastry Arts" I and II. But, my class didn't care. We all loved him. So, what about the butter cookies? Keep reading, oh faithful one... The Voc School had a working bakery and a restuarant. We (my class) would provide all the baked goods for the Dining Services program as well as stock our bakery. The prices were a steal - one could eat lunch and have dessert with coffee for about 7.50. Our bakery was very popular and inexpensive. We would have special orders for sheet cakes, cheesecakes, large batches of cookies.... Thanksgiving was a nightmare. We must have churned out several hundred pies. And at Christmas, we made butter cookies. LOTS of butter cookies... possibly even thousands butter cookies. The 1lb box of butter cookies would sell for $2.50. An excellent price. I seemed to be in charge of boxing the cookies most of the time. I think it was a punishment for talking too much. I would box and box and box cookies for 2-3 hrs. Still chatting with my fellow classmates. Mr. R got so infuriated with me one time that he brought me to an empty classroom with a cooling rack with 15-17 sheets of butter cookies and made me box all by myself. God - I remember being SO pissed at him. He, on the other hand, thought it was quite funny. He always come up with some outrageous ways to get us inder control. He didn't have to do it too much. I believe I must have packaged (between 2 yrs of Voc) about 250-300 boxes of cookies :::shiver::: I hate butter cookies.

GOOD MORNING class! :::grumble::: I hate mornings - they should be banned. I am such a night person, always have been. I still stay up until 1230-130am and have to get up by 7am. I am such a moron. "What the hell is she doing up that late at night?", you might be asking yourself. NOTHING. I am doing nothing... important anyway. I read message boards and surf really bad websites and blogs. Gee - how productive! Actually, there have been nights where I am folding laundry at 1am. Needless to say, by 1pm, I am pooped. Crash and burn. I snooze. Well, only after I put the little Princess down for a nap. Even now, I should be doing something productive but I cannot. I am addicted to blogging! I need to make more cookies...Paul was chowing down on a lot of them. So was Moira. How the hell can I say no?