Choclate Chip Pound Cake
So I have been in the mood for cooking since I am “stuck” here. Tonight after we ate a yummy dinner from my friend Liz, I made Chocolate Chip Pound Cake.
And it was YUMMY!
Here are the directions:
1 yellow or butter cake mix
1 (3 Oz) package of instant chocolate pudding
1 (3 Oz) package of instant vanilla pudding
1 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 T vanilla
1/2 cup oil
3/4 cup water
4 eggs
Almost a whole package of chocolate chips
Mix all of the above together and then put in a tube pan or an angel cake pan. Bake at 350 for 45-55 minutes. Dont forget to spray your pan so it does not stick. Flip the cake onto a plate and then sprinkle with powdered sugar! Very YUMMY.
So today was a very LONG day. I cried several times…hoping my knight and shining Tony would walk through the door and say ” I took the rest of the day off” I am very frustrated with my foot. My back really hurts and so does my neck. I am going to make an appointment tomorrow with a dr at the same office as my foot dr, and have the rest of me looked at. I am hoping I did not screw my back up to badly, but I know something is wrong. Blah.
Last night Tony and me were talking and the subject of MKS came up. It comes up often…MK’s that is. An MK is Missionary Kid.
My question is this, why do MK’s feel like they never really belong anywhere? My theory is that the have lived in so many countries they dont know what to call home. Or they grow up in one country and then are placed back in the US to do the whole college thing. But they really feel like they don’t belong. If you were to ask me where my home was, I would not be able to give you just one place. IT is the weirdest thing. Do any other MK’s feel this way. I would like to know what the biggest struggle is for other MK’s?
Side note, my cast ITCHES LIKE CRAZY!!!!
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Hi I found your blog through Stephanie’s. I wanted to answer your question about other MK’s. I was an MK to grew up in venezuela and I totally agree with you about the not really knowing where you fit in at. NOt knowing what your country is! So yeah I understand you.
I always struggled with the same question, but I’ve found that since getting married, the easiest answer to that question for me is: Home is wherever my family is. We’ve been married eleven years and have lived in 2 countries, 3 states, and 6 homes. I may not fit in anywhere else, but when I’m with my husband and kids, then I’m home.