I shall begin with procrastinationitis, which is the new disease that I've recently been diagnosed with. There is no cure. Except for smashing my laptop into ten million pieces. I can't get over the world of writers out there. I mean, I knew there were tons of aspiring authors. Agent's query stats showed me that, but who knew there were so many of you with all of your awesome-ness supporting one another on your endeavors. You are all ridiculously remarkable. Although, I do have to say that I am glad that I just found this world of blogging because if I had been a part of this while trying to write my MS, I'd still be on page 5.
Onto Oreo Balls. Procrastination Tactic #45: Make dessert. My dear friend, Chelsea, forced an Oreo Ball down my throat. It was God-awful. No, not really. It was just the opposite. She told me about how stupid-easy it was to make them. So, I decided, why not? I don't have anything better to be doing. First of all, buying the Almond Bark, was an all day adventure. I couldn't find the stuff anywhere. Finally after traveling to 600 (slight exaggeration) grocery stores, I found some. I came home ready to make me some yummy balls. Gross. Get mind out of gutter. Okay, to make a long story less long since I have a tendency to write novels instead of blogs, my cake balls sucked. They were horrible. I didn't follow the directions. My melted Almond Bark turned into a chunky mess. All around disaster.
So, I made some more the other night. I used the leftover batch from the first disastrous attempt and used white chocolate to coat them since I didn't have any Almond Bark handy. Better. But not great.
Today, I attempted this impossible feat yet again. In the process, my husband who is always wary of my cooking ventures, says, "Is it just me or is that flame in that candle behind you a little tall?" Um. Yeah. That was an understatement. The flame was practically licking the cabinets in our kitchen, potentially setting our whole house on fire. Since I didn't have time to take a picture of the fire, I took a picture of the candle gone psycho, after I made sure the fire was out.
Meanwhile, two other great things were happening. Karter ate an entire bottle of sprinkles.
And Kennedy was watching some quality TV show with the hubs about aliens taking over the world. She proceeds to tell us that she knows exactly what an alien looks like. She's seen one before. So she draws us a picture. Um. Scary.
Kambry has absolutely nothing to do with this, but I decided to post her picture as to not add to her middle child syndrome.
Back to the balls. So, even in the midst of all this chaos, they actually turned out good. Impressive, I know. Third times a charm. I am an Oreo Ball Pro. Take a lookie:
This is the recipe I used, substituting the Baker's chocolate for the Almond Bark. (I used white and chocolate Almond Bark to spice things up this time and yes, I know, it is stupid-easy to make. I never said I was a baker or a cook. I am a writer, people.)
I don't see a future in Oreo Ball making, about as much as I don't see a future in acting for me. Cue zombies. I was asked by a fan to blog about a movie called Zombie Campout. Once upon a time, I was going to be an actress. During my short-lived stint in acting, I was cast for a music video for a band called Dolly Braid and produced this award winning masterpiece. It is very fuzzy, but it was done long before the days of digital video.
I then moved on to bigger and better things. Zombie Campout. Best. Movie. Ever.
Don't get me wrong. I had a blast (most of the time) filming this and I still keep in semi-touch with the main people from the film. We even had a premier for the movie at a theater in Dallas. Let's just say, the movie was a turning point in my acting career and leave it at that. I will leave you today with the trailer for the Emmy Award Winning movie, Zombie Campout.
Wasn't the sound and quality awesome? Thank God my acting days are over. I do much better behind the scenes.