OK, Moodiness, Impatience, Farsightedness, Hot Flashes, you want a fight? You picked the wrong girl. I’ll fight. Here’s how it’s gonna go:
Moodiness, you think you got me. You think you can make me cry at nothing. OK, I’ll give you that one. So I cried the first time I saw my boys drive off in my car, and that may not make a lot of sense. In my defense, I cried when they came back and that makes all the sense in the world. But what you don’t know is this, I’ve got teenagers. When you strike and I lock myself in my room to sulk, it’s knida working for me.
And Impatience, it’s true you sneak up on me faster than I might like (and let’s just say I’ve never been known as a person with a lot of patience to start with, so I need what little I had). But what you don’t know is this, I’ve got teenagers. Snapping right back at them, it’s kinda working for me.
And Farsightedness, meet my old friend Myopia. Initially I thought you a fool. You were balancing me out. My eyesight was actually getting better. HA! But I must admit, you’re a sneaky adversary and now I’m forced to use “readers” when reading things close up. What you don’t know is this, I’ve got teenagers. While at the grocery store, having left the readers at home, not being able to see whatever whim they’ve added to the shopping list, it’s kinda working for me.
And you, Hot Flashes. You are proving to be the worst of all. You’ve caught me off guard many a time. But I have shorts and t-shirts, I have ceiling fans, I was fighting back. You weren’t done yet, though, were you? Waking me up in the middle of the night, hair plastered to my face and feeling like wet wool glued to my skin. Well this is not working for me. On any level. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve got scissors and I’ve got a bathroom mirror. Goodbye 8 inches of curls. Take that, Hot Flashes!
Hey, Impatience, quit your laughing.
And as long as I’m establishing who’s boss, I may as well show the boys too. Yes, I’ll make a treat, Carrot Cake. Don’t like carrots, boys? Well I do!
Oooh, Irritability, do you really want to join this fight? Because I’ve got teenagers, you could kinda work for me.
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1 cup sugar
3/4 cups brown sugar
1 cup canola oil
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
2 1/2 cups shredded carrots
1/2 cup cinnamon baking chips
1 (8 oz) can crushed pineapple, drained
8 oz cream cheese, softened
3/4 stick butter, softened
3 cups confectioner’s sugar
1 tsp vanilla
*Grease and flour a 9 X 13 inch pan (I use glass).
*Mix – DO NOT BEAT – flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg.
*Mix in sugars, oil, eggs and vanilla. Stir in carrots, cinnamon baking chips and pineapple.
*Pour into prepared pan and bake for about 40 minutes, or until it springs back to the touch. Cool.
*Beat the cream cheese, butter and vanilla until smooth.
*Carefully beat in the confectioner’s sugar 1 cup at a time and the cinnamon. Beat until smooth.
*Frost cake. Store in the refrigerator.