
nasty nasty nasty.
Just writing this might cause the same problem I am about to share with you!
Eeeeesh!
I love pickles…LOVE them!
Always have! When I was really little, my bored parents gave me a spoonful of dill pickle relish just to see a silly face, but haha I liked it! have ever since!
BUT…
There was a window of time…
That I could not eat a pickle.
No matter how hard I tried…
What a horrible thing, yes?
I KNOW!
It was all because of these two men!

Well, actually…it was just Mr. Green Jeans, but it was Captain Kangaroo’s show after all so I hold him responsible too!
Mr. Green Jeans was doing his little science and nature segment on the show and talked all about Sea Cucumbers.
That nasty thing just looked too much like a pickle.
ahhhhhhh!
It totally made me sick and every time I tried to eat a pickle, all I could see was that gross Sea cucumber!!
gross gross gross!
and blech!
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Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
I love you so so much.
I love you right back, Mamasita…all is well;)