What does it mean when you smell like maple syrup

What does it mean when you smell like maple syrup

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Maple syrup urine disease is a metabolism gene disorder in which the body cannot break down certain parts of proteins.

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Q: I posted lots of stuff here in this section! 1One day there was this little boy named Johnny and he had to go to the bathroom so he raised his hand and asked the teacher “can I go to the bathroom?” she said no.Then 5 mins later he raised his hand and said “damit I have to piss can I go to the bathroom?!”She said “Certainly not with that attitude, young man!”She said now go to the corner and say your a,b,c’s.frontwords and backwordsHe went to the corner and said “a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,q,r,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,z”Then he said “z,y,x,w,v,u,t,s,r,q,o,n,m,l,k,j,i,h,g,f,e,d,c,b,a”Then she asked “Where is the p?”Lil Johnny said “Running down my leg!” 2I Got a letter from Grandma today. She writes..The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a “Honk if you love Jesus” bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.Boy, I’m glad I did! What an uplifting experience that followed! I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is,and I didn’t notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed! I found that LOTS of people love Jesus!Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, “For the love Of GOD!! GO! Jesus Christ, GO!” What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window an started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must have been a man from Florida back there because heard him yelling something about a “sunny beach.”I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger pointing up at the heavens above. When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant,he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign. Well, I’ve never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back.My grandson burst out laughing . . why even he was enjoying this religious experience! A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended,but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers, grinning, and drove on through the intersection.I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks! 3There was a family off rabbits that lived in a hole just outside a farmhouse.There was a Dad rabbit, a Mum rabbit, and an ittsy bittsy Baby rabbit. One morning the dad rabbit woke up and poked his head outside. He sniffed the air and said: “I smell pancakes!” Hearing that, Mum rabbit scurried up the hole and squeezed in next to Dad rabbit, sniffed the air and said: “Mmm, I smell maple syrup!” This got Baby Rabbit attention and he ran up the hole and tried to peek out but found his mum and dad were blocking the entrance. To which he said: “All I smell is rabbit-as*es!”Rate them?~KwabenaMy other onehttp://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AuVQ9rey30v9xsdC.dosT2_sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20081010134657AAD5kS8

A: 1. Quite old, but gets a chuckle. 5/102. I loved this one, made me laugh. 10/103. Not that funny, bit immature tbh. 4/10 x

Book I wrote– Will it ever be able to get published?

Q: Here’s the first chapter. When you are done please rate it from 1-10 (10-best)Chapter 1Hattie pressed her ear against the door. The voice came muffled, but understandable. “No, mother! Yes. Ok… Oh help me! I don’t know what to tell Hattie! It’s almost her 10th birthday, I love her, and they’re coming…she doesn’t know them, that’s why I should care… well, I didn’t know I’d get so attached to her… NOT NAME HER? You told me not to name her, but what will she be called for the first ten years of her life, No Name?… No Names is a name, mother. Ok! Ok! Alright mother, Hattie is about to wake up. Ok, bye!” Hattie pulled away from the door. She held the locket in the palm of her hand. The locket was silver and heart shaped. It had designs on the heart and Hattie had been wearing it for as long as she can remember. Suddenly her mom entered the kitchen. “Oh, ‘morning Hattie. Want some pancakes for breakfast?” Hattie nodded and sat down at the table. Her mom’s cooking was always good, and the smells would follow her for the whole day. While her mom was cooking, Hattie took notes in her head.Get the batterMix it with milkAdd an eggMixPut on hot panCook until golden brownLet it coolHattie always wished she could cook. She could draw, but she couldn’t cook. Her mom could cook, but couldn’t even draw a circle. That was just one of the differences between Hattie and her mom. Hattie had smooth brown hair, blue eyes, and was short; her mom had blonde hair, brown eyes, and had a tall, slim body; and her dad had blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a muscular body. Sometimes, Hattie felt like she didn’t belong to the Smith family at all.Hattie’s mom, Kristy, served the pancakes with maple syrup and butter. Hattie hungrily ate it with a feeling of jealousy between each bite. All of a sudden, Hattie noticed something. Her mom had been talking on the phone with her grandma. I don’t know what to tell Hattie. It’s almost her 10th birthday, and I love her, and she doesn’t know them… Hattie thought about what her mom said. It’s almost her 10th birthday, and I love her, and she doesn’t know them… What did Kristy mean? Who didn’t Hattie know? Hattie turned red and excused herself from the table. Hattie ran to her parent’s room. She wanted to look through her mom’s things to find out more about what her mom said. She began to dig through drawers of the desk.“Hattie, do you need anything?” Her dad asked.Hattie turned around. Her dad was still in bed. “Uh, n-no. Dad, why aren’t you at work?”Hattie’s dad, David, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “It’s Saturday, Hattie. Are you sure that you don’t need anything?”Hattie blushed, so she turned back to the small desk in the corner. She thought up a quick lie. “No dad,” she said quickly “All I needed was this pen. I always use it to draw flowers.”“But you draw with pencils.” David remarked. “You never draw with pens.”“Not flowers daddy, I always draw them with pens.” She lied, and quickly scattered out of the room.Hattie ran to her room. Oh gosh! She thought as she began to draw a flower. It was true, she hated to draw with pens, but she had to now. Hattie finished her drawing and presented it to her dad. He gave her a nod of approval and Hattie got back to her room. Hattie plopped herself on her bed and looked around the room. It had sky blue walls, a bed in the corner with green sheets, a desk across from that, and a bookshelf by her bed. For her 5th birthday, Hattie got an easel, which she kept next to her desk. Her room felt comforting and she loved to relax in it. Hattie sighed and fell asleep. When Hattie woke up, it was noon. Her dad was busy grading tests that his 8th grade students took a few days ago. She picked one up and looked at it. “Dad,” she said “Am I adopted?”“Nope,” David replied, without taking his attention off of the papers.“So I was born to you?”“Nope.”“Daddy?”“Nope.” Hattie knew she wouldn’t be able to squeeze an answer out of him at this time so she decided to let him grade peacefully. “Ok,” Hattie replied, seizing her chance to go to her mom’s room “I got to go.”Hattie explored the desk in her parent’s room. On the desk there were only insurance contracts and letters, but inside the desk there were papers from up to a decade ago. There were letters from people and pictures of Hattie. There were forms for camps she never went to and brochures. Hattie searched for a while and found nothing that would tell her anything. Hattie’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think up any more placed that could lead to any clues. Maybe it’s hidden, she thought, yawning or maybe I’m dreaming.By night fall, Hattie was ready to believe that what she heard was a dream. Either that or her mother was sleep talking. But either way the house was turned upside-down when Hattie was looking for clues (or her lucky pencil, as Hattie had called it). “Hattie, time to go to bed!” Kristy called, relieved that Hattie was going to bed. Hatpart that got cut off in the end:“Hattie, time to go to bed!” Kristy called, relieved that Hattie was going to bed. Hattie forced a smile and went upstairs to her room. She sat at her desk and thought. Was she dreaming? No. Was her mom sleep talking? Probably not. Was there no clue in the house? Very unlikely. The only choice left was that there is some sort of clue and she had to find it. Thanks for reading this. There is a small chance that you have already read this on this site— that’s cuz I posted it here before. But really– I am the author! (In case any of you HAVE read this before and were wandering.)

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Is this A good beginning…I want a second opinion?

Q: Hattie pressed her ear to the door. The voice came muffled, but understandable. “No, mother! Yes. Ok… Oh help me! I don’t know what to tell Hattie. Last night she wanted to take off her necklace, I told her no and she said why. I don’t know why! The note said so! It also said never to open it. Soon or later she will and I don’t know what will happen! … Also, it’s almost her 10th birthday, I love her, and they’re coming…she doesn’t know them, that’s why I should care… well, I didn’t know I’d get so attached to her… NOT NAME HER? You told me not to name her, but what will she be called for the first ten years of her life, No Name?… No Names is a name, mother. Ok! Ok! Alright mother, Hattie is about to wake up. Ok, bye!” Hattie pulled away from the door. She held the locket in the palm of her hand. Suddenly her mom entered the kitchen. “Oh, ‘morning Hattie. Want some pancakes for breakfast?” Hattie nodded and sat down at the table. Her mom’s cooking was always good, and the smells would follow her for the whole day. While her mom was cooking, Hattie took notes in her head.Get the batterMix it with milkAdd an eggMixPut on hot panCook until golden brownLet it coolHattie always wished she could cook. She could draw, but she couldn’t cook. Her mom could cook, but couldn’t draw. That was just one of the differences between Hattie and her mom. Hattie had brown hair and blue eyes, her mom had blonde hair with brown eyes, and her dad had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Sometimes, Hattie felt like she didn’t belong to the Smith family at all.Hattie’s mom, Kristy, served the pancakes with maple syrup and butter. Hattie hungrily ate it with a feeling of jealousy between each bite. Suddenly, Hattie noticed something. Her mom had been talking on the phone with her grandma. I don’t know what to tell Hattie. It’s almost her 10th birthday, and I love her, and she doesn’t know them… Hattie thought about what her mom said. It’s almost her 10th birthday, and I love her, and she doesn’t know them… What did Kristy mean? Who didn’t Hattie know? Suddenly Hattie turned red and excused herself from the table. Hattie ran to her parent’s room. She wanted to look through her mom’s things to find out more about what her mom said. She began to dig through drawers of the desk.“Hattie, do you need anything?” Her dad asked.Hattie turned around. Her dad was still in bed. “Uh, n-no. Dad, why aren’t you at work?”Hattie’s dad, David, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “It’s Saturday, Hattie. Are you sure that you don’t need anything?”Hattie blushed, so she turned back to the small desk in the corner. She thought up a quick lie. “No dad,” she said quickly “All I needed was this pen. I always use it to draw flowers.”“But you draw with pencils.” David remarked. “You never draw with pens.”“Not flowers daddy, I always draw them with pens.” She lied, and quickly scattered out of the room.Hattie ran to her room. Oh gosh! She thought as she began to draw a flower. It was true, she hated to draw with pens, but she had to now. That was another difference between Hattie and her parents. They couldn’t even draw a circle, when Hattie was a talented artist. Hattie finished her drawing and presented it to her dad. He gave her a nod of approval and Hattie got back to her room. Hattie plopped herself on her bed and looked around the room. She had green walls, a bed in the corner with blue sheets, a desk across from that, and a bookshelf by her bed. For her 5th birthday, Hattie got an easel, which she kept next to her desk. Her room felt comforting and she loved to relax in it. Hattie sighed and fell asleep. When Hattie woke up, it was noon. Her dad was grading tests that his 8th grade students did. She picked one up and looked at it. “Dad,” she said “Am I adopted?”“Nope,” David replied, without taking his attention off of the papers.“So I was born to you?”“Nope.”“Daddy?”“Nope.” She decided to let her dad grade. “Ok,” Hattie replied, seizing her chance to go to her mom’s room “I got to go.”Hattie explored the desk in her parent’s room. On the desk there were only insurance contracts and letters, but inside the desk there were papers from up to a decade ago. There were letters from people and pictures of Hattie. There were forms for camps she never went to and brochures. Hattie searched for a while and found nothing that would tell her anything. Hattie’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think up any more placed that could lead to any clues. Maybe it’s hidden, she thought, yawning or maybe I’m dreaming.By night fall, Hattie was ready to believe that what she heard was a dream. Either that or her mother was sleep talking. But either way the house was turned upside-down when Hattie was looking for clues. “Hattie, time to go to bed!” Kristycalled, relieved that Hattie was going to bed. Hattie forced a smile and went upstairs to her room. She sat at her desk and thought. Was she dreaming? No. Was her mom sleIf you say you don’t like it can you tell me why? I want to revise my story and make it as good as possible. Some cunstructive critisim would help if you want to say something negative…This story os called TRUTH, by the way. Im telling you this in case I post more or in case you see this in book stores… (very unlikely)

A: Your story had me reading from top to bottom without me taking my eyes off it. It was decriptive, supspensful and enjoyable. you are obviously a talented writer. I love to write as well, but I don’t write mysteries – I’m not talented as them like you! The only thing was how you mentioned something twice – that your parents couldn’t draw. Once, at the top, where you say the differences between Hattie and her mother. And in the middle, where Hattie says her parents can’t draw a circle. Also, just the general punctuation, etc. But other than that, I would say that your story will definintely make bookstores! So Good Luck!