Author: Melissa Bianco
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Recipe: Red Lobster Biscuits
These biscuits are only the most bestest thing about Red Lobster ever. Back when I lived in Canada, it was a big deal to jump the border (legally, of course, and…ah…in a car) and head to those restaurants you…
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Top 12 Reasons I Should Be Banned from Wrapping Presents
If you could “fail” a skill, this is my skill to fail. And here’s why: I use tape like it’s law enforcement Giving it “the college try” is an insult because preschoolers can do better Angry tape There WILL be…
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CitiKitty Diaries: The Toilet Training Saga
This is the daily record of how I toilet trained my cat, Miko. It just goes to show you that I need a life and my cat is dang awesome. (I really do wish I had done this years ago.)…
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My First Novel – “Stranded” (12 Years Old)
So, this particular story was a project for my grade 7 class. I have left the story in its original form, leaving in all grammar, spelling, and my own 12-year old word-smithing. I will have you know that I drew…
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Boring Information That’s Actually Important
Airplane safety procedures. Do you know how to inflate that life preserver if the plane plummets into the freezing Pacific Ocean? The “do not top off” gas pump warning. Other than the fact that someone can probably turn your car into…
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Recipe: Nanaimo Bars
Since I’m Canadian, and these are awesome, I’m spreading the wealth (of knowledge). These bars are not nearly as famous outside of Canada as I thought. Nanaimo is pronounced “Nah-nai-moe” in case you were wondering and these no-bake dessert bars…
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Clean Joke: The Naughty Parrot
So there’s this fella with a parrot. Unfortunately, this parrot swears like a sailor, I mean this bird is a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself. The trouble is, the guy who owns him is…
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Attending Church for the First Time (for Dummies)
I remember the first time I stepped into a church. I was in elementary school and there was one in my neighborhood. When I stepped inside, I had this tremendous sense of awe. I was seven years old, I…
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