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Emma Brown

Emma Brown

I've decided it's time to be a grown-up.  Part of being a grown-up is learning to cook.  I am a horrible cook.  It seems that no matter how many times I double and triple check my self I always do something wrong.  but in my house we have the "P" word.  Practice.  Nothing in life comes easy but with practice they can be made better. So I will be documenting my experiences with cooking.  My trials, my mess-ups, my discoveries, and hopefully my successes. 

Part 1

My first attempt was a recipie I got from my sister-in-law.  It's one of my favorites.  Yummy Crock-pot Chicken.  It can be found in the recipie box.

Most of the ingredients are things that we had lying around, cream cheese, milk, cream of chicken.  All I had to buy were the chicken breasts and Italian seasoning pack.  It's super simple, as Crock-pot cooking should be.  I just cut up the chicken and put all the ingredients in the pot and mushed them up a bit.  Cook on low for six hours and done.

I added garlic bread and a salad to the mix and, guess what??  It turned out great!!  I realize this is as simple as they come but I needed to start easy.  Simple.  I'm just glad it turned out so good.  

Right now I have brownies in the oven, I'll post on that later!!   

I love my friends. They make me happy. They’re a lot of fun. Sometimes I think “my friends are great, I’ll always have them.” But I won’t. Not really.

Living with Tourette Syndrome.  Can it be done?  Is it hard?  Is it genetic?  If I have it, will my children have it?  Is there a relief?  What causes it?  Will it go away?  Can it be treated?  Cured? 

These are all good questions.  I've asked myself all of these at one point or another.  You see, I have Tourettes.

A little background.  I can remember the first time I realized something was wrong; I was in kindergarten.  My teacher had a point system, we started out with a certain number of points each day and if we were bad or disruptive we lost a point.  Every week we would learn a new letter of the alphabet.  Then we would take turns drawing the letter on each others backs three times.  One week our teacher decided we didn't need to draw the letter on the others backs so we had story time instead.  I remember feeling....tense?  Stressed?  Agitated?  I can't really explain it.  I wanted, no, needed to - had to draw the letter on someone's back.  We couldn't skip a letter.  They all had to be drawn on someone's back.  They had to.  There was no exception.  It could not be avoided.  oh I tried to resist.  Believe me I tried.  But during story time that day my hand reached out and traced the letter J on the back of the kid next to me.  He squirmed and complained and the teacher told me not to.  But that was only once, it had to be done three times.  So I did it a second time.  This time I got my first warning.  Once more and I would lose a point.  But it had to be done.  I was so close, I couldn't stop now.  I tried so hard just to sit there.  But it seemed as though I had no control.  So I did it.  Quick as I could.  The last J on his back.  And I lost my first ever point.  I was distraught.  I had never lost a point.  Why couldn't I just keep my hands to myself like everyone else?  This is very confusing to a six-year-old mind.