Rangoooooooooooooooooooooooo.

 My Interpersonal Communications teacher asked us to write an essay this week. Normally that induces panic, but not for this class. We watched the movie Rango in class, and then wrote an essay about what character we relate to most, and why. One page.

This is my essay. (Note: this won't be funny if you haven't watched the movie. It's on Netflix. Go watch it.)

It’s hard to pick one character I can relate to in Rango. Obviously I liked Rango himself—he is funny, eccentric, insecure, and ultimately, heroic. If I wrote this paper at the age of thirteen or fourteen, I probably would have related to Rango the most. Thirteen and fourteen mark the beginning stages of insecurity, worries about self-worth, and questions of our identities and who we are. That is when we are stuck between staying the children we are, and the adults we want to be. Rango is definitely at such a position in his life. If I were at such a stage in mine, this paper would be about that. 

However, I have passed that particular stage and aspire to avoid it happening ever again. Being thirteen or fourteen was something that only occurred for about a year or two, and I found it didn’t suit me—thus I moved on, determined to never return.

I would love to write about how much I relate to the determined, passionate, heroic Rango, but honestly, I have never lied about killing seven brothers with one bullet, ridden a chicken past a blazing sunset, or had a showdown with a rattlesnake. I’ve never even owned a cowboy hat. Therefore, I would be ashamed to compare myself with this side of Rango.

After much consideration, prayer, tears, and sleepless nights (even considering the fact that we were assigned this on Tuesday with a Thursday due date…which would equal only two nights between then) I have evaluated the characters, examined their physical and mental qualities, printed out pictures of each character, blindfolded myself, and thrown darts with alarming vigor to make my choice. It’s been a long and arduous task, but I have finally made my decision. 

I relate most to the mariachi birds. No, I don’t wear a sombrero, my Spanish-speaking skills are nonexistent, and my guitar-playing abilities are even more so. But they like narrating stories, and so do I. They are an absolute hoot, and so am I. 

And most importantly, they think it’s really funny when characters die in stories, and so do I.

Vodka Christmas Cake Recipe

Once again this year, I’ve had requests for my Vodka Christmas Cake recipe... so here goes. Please keep in your files as I am beginning to get tired of typing this up every year! (Made mine this morning!)

1 cup sugar, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1 cup water, 1 tsp. salt , 1 cup brown sugar, Lemon juice, 4 large eggs, Nuts, 1 bottle Vodka, 2 cups dried fruit.

Sample a cup of Vodka to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Vodka again to be sure it is of the highest quality then Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point, it is best to make sure the Vodka is still OK. Try another cup just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 eegs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Pick the fruit up off the floor, wash it and put it in the bowl a piece at a time trying to count it. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit getas stuck in the beaterers, just pry it loose with a drewscriver Sample the Vodka to test for tonsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something. Check the Vodka. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the Vodka and wipe the counter with the cat.

 

 

Just kidding, guys. I found this on Facebook and thought it would be hilarious to post it on here. It's a nice change from the usual, I feel. :) Happy baking!