Court’s 2020: Chapter 2, February

ColdI used to do The Good Stuff posts because I believe in sharing the good things big and small, but I also think being more transparent about the low-lights reel is possibly more important. One of my virtual friends posted about her Chapter 1 of 2020 on her Instagram and it resonated with me in a big way, so here we are.

Oh February, you were cold! You were also filled with warmth, love, fun, proud moments and good food.

I know I dropped balls left and right and am sure there were crappy times too, but as I sit here to type this, it feels like it was more good than bad, which is lovely.

I can only think of a few icky things that happened off the top of my head. I don’t think I need to think or dig deeper than that just to come up with negativity. I’ll keep the lessons learned and carry the good times forward.

Thank you February. The tl;dr version would say something like, “Grace and hugs were  given, punches were rolled with, and we laughed.”

If you’d like to read more, please keep reading…

I started taking a bit of time for myself – even if it was folding laundry alone while Nik did something with the kids or I put Mazzy in her kennel for a couple of hours so I could get something done at home. I started playing with my Cricut and worked at getting the desk organized.  (I’m still working on that part, but I’ve made progress!)

I did attack the massive pile of mending which has just been growing for the past [insert more months than I care to admit here] months. But hey, other than one pair of pants which I need to find the thread for, it’s done! (For now, until the kids show up with a tear in their pant or ask me to fix a hole in a favorite sock, or I find a hem that needs repair.)

And we had the following really great moments:

  • Valentine’s Day decorating
  • Pancakes
  • Mazzy learning the “rules” and “tricks”
  • Surprising the girls with different things (movies, special lunches, etc)
  • A good cry clearing out the sinuses
  • Cutting myself some slack, giving myself permission to not finish something I didn’t like, and putting some of my needs at the top of the list.
  • Laughs, oh the laughs. There were so many laughs this month.
  • Softball clinics for the kids on Sunday. I love my softball friends!

Mazzy is getting so big! We had to get her weighed to know what dose of heart worm meds to get her. In a little under two months with us, she’s doubled her weight. The vet moved her estimated full size up another 10 lbs.  Mazzy has learned a lot, but we’re also learning a lot from her. She’s a love, filled with sass, loves to cuddle (on her terms), and mostly wants to make us happy. Mostly. Sometimes she’s a flat out jerk.

Other than that, I’ve read a lot more, spent time with the kiddos during the school break, watched basketball games and softball clinics, caught up on Criminal Minds, and have just been trying to be my best self and reminding myself that 100% some days might not be quite as much as 100% other days. Turns out I’m human and there’s an ebb and flow to my abilities.

Along with the books I’ve read, I’ve read a lot of articles too. Here are a few of my favorites I wanted to share.

Work is work and it’s there. I do my best so most of my people are happy. There’s a different thing to focus on every day and I recently completed a huge update to some of our work due to a massive law change surrounding student data privacy. We have a new executive director at the office and many of us are seeing how it goes before we decide if we’re sticking around or not.

I’ve been doing more work in the crafting stuff: custom quick designs, cake toppers, t-shirts. It’s tempting to take them to a craft show, but I don’t love craft shows. Maybe I’ll see about a new Etsy shop or online otherwise. Or maybe (more likely) I’ll keep it to custom work and stay able to say “yes” or “no” as I can do it.

Some of the crafting has or will soon be in house updates. Nik made me a mail sorter for my desk and a plant table! Photos to follow soon, once I get another couple of projects done.

Thank you February 2020, for the lessons, the love, the memories, and the smiles. I’m ready to take what I need to know or to have learned from it and move on.

How about you? How was your second chapter of 2020?

Lent and the recovering Catholic

LentEven though we went to church almost every week as kids (and if we were home during college), Lent wasn’t something we did.

I think the first time I participated in it was post college with a guy I was casually dating. By the end of Lent, I had given him up, but I finished out the 40 days.

While Lent (for my non-Christian readers who haven’t asked or googled it) is a reflection of what Jesus gave up for his followers sins. (Incoming blasphemous statement! I don’t believe he did that per se, but that’s a topic for another day.)

My complicated relationship with religion aside, I see validity in some practices. Lent is one of them.

“Ash Wednesday, and the whole season of Lent, invites us to turn away from what doesn’t matter and turn toward what does matter.”

(From here– you might read it, there’s a lot of stuff to think about in it.)

By the way, it isn’t lost on me that the 40 days takes us through the start of Spring, when nature starts over, too.

So I’m participating in Lent this year. A secular version, but participating none the less. It won’t be like the year I gave up meat or another when I gave up peanut butter. (GAH!)

While there is some “giving up” on my list, it’s more of a giving up distractions than actual or actions. Some of it will be to “cleanse” my home (mental/physical/actual) and reset. Some will be to refocus. Some will be for my heart.

I’ve already taken my social media apps off my phone, tablet, and off my homescreen on my computer itself. It’s weird not checking in, but I want to see just how much I miss some of the “give-ups” at the end of the time.  Much like the guy I was seeing all those years ago, but unlike the peanut butter, I suspect I won’t miss them all that much.

Are you participating in Lent?


Throwback Thirsty Thursday

Fotor_156254983049744 This is an old pic from the rental house. I miss the bamboo privacy fence and the log bench in front of the fire pit he built me for Mother’s Day. 

It had been muggy and hot for days on end. Everything felt gross, but the flora was thriving. It was almost like I lived in a jungle but with groundhogs and deer.

The particular day was a sticky, hot, and there was a storm coming in fsat. Both Nik and I were out dealing with the lawn and what not so we could get it done before it started to pour, leaving us really living in a jungle!

We finished with less than an hour to spare so the hurried sweat added to our gross. While Nik got cleaned up, I was sitting on the log, waiting to do the same.

But before I went out to be a bump on a log, I thought I’d pour a drink. I was already a little dizzy from the heat and sweating, so I decided a mocktail would be better than a tall glass of iced wine.

I found a bag of blueberries in the freezer and plunked them in the glass with some ice sticks on top. Blueberry Lemon seltzer went over that.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was light and refreshing with the blueberries creating little ice capsules to crunch on while I waited for the rain to start.

When it did start, boy did it come down. I sat on my log sipping my drink as the warm water fell hard on and around me.

It didn’t help with the heat or humidity, but the bamboo did get taller that day.

In full disclosure, Tuesday night after a crap ton of bs, when I poured the wine into the pan for dinner, I poured half a glass for myself and filled it with ice. I’m not totally in the mocktail life, but I’m drinking a lot less than I was…and that’s a lot less calories too!


Court’s 2020: Chapter 1, January

I’m still working out promises I can keep to myself.

I used to do The Good Stuff posts because I believe in sharing the good things big and small, but I also think being more transparent about the low-lights reel is possibly more important. One of my virtual friends posted about her Chapter 1 of 2020 on her Instagram and it resonated with me in a big way.

A big part of me thinks the title of this chapter otherwise known as January should be “The longest Meh” because that’s how I felt most of the time and goodness this was a long month.  However, doing so would be disregarding the great things that went down and we can’t have that.

How about “Meh, My Loves, and Mazzy’s Mayhem”

The tl;dr version would say something like, “It wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but it wasn’t all bad.”

If you’d like to read more, please keep reading…

There was a lot of basketball, coffee, walks with Mazzy, playing, crafting, Minecraft for the kiddos, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning up or taking something away from Mazzy, mocktails, reading on the Kindle app in the dark, and the following really great moments:

  • Sweet Mazzy’s greeting when I get home from work
  • Grabbing the picture just as N takes a shot and makes it
  • Apricot Mustard Marinade on Tuna
  • Nik reaching for me in the middle of the night.
  • Hugs from the kids as we go our separate ways in the morning.
  • I got a library card, but was seriously dismayed that due to scheduling, I can’t be part of the library board.

We also had a lot of not listening, attitude, and not cooperating from everyone (kids, adults, and pup alike). There was a lot of frustration and even tears.

The most challenging I think was Mazzy. She can be a little shit and difficult. We’re still working on the nipping. It’s hard. She also sometimes (maybe when she’s mad at us?) pees inside, most recently on the donation pile on the floor and on our bed. (Laundry has been washed.) She knows better so we’re not sure why she does it. (She also does it more when we’re home with her for the day than when we’re at work.)

We also came dreadfully close to running out of oil. That was super uncomfortable. We have electric heater back up and the fireplace, but it just felt bad in my head. We’re grown-ups this isn’t something that we’re supposed to let happen. (We have a plan in place now and are looking into getting a hot water heater that isn’t part of the furnace.)

It all works out, though. We learn, forgive, move on, and love even more. There are more pics over on my Instagram.

I’ve been reading more. Along with the Kindle books I’m working though to review, I read a lot of articles. Most were recommended by my pocket. Here’s some of the better ones.

So true. When I’m really down, helping others helps me more than them, I think.

To put it more simply: The people who said they excel at self-control were hardly using it at all.”

Hm. This is something to think about…

  • Another thing to think about…How ‘Namaste’ Flew Away From Us.  This is an interesting look at language appropriation and getting it wrong. While I got rid of my “Namasty” shirt because I couldn’t get the gym smell out and it was so faded, but I’m going to be much more conscious of this going forward.

I haven’t been listening to as many podcasts. Instead of  stories of murder and hurt, I have been borrowing audio books from the library. While I tend to choose mysteries, most of the story isn’t about the crime itself, it’s about solving the puzzle which isn’t as hard on my heart and brain.

The first I borrowed was The Recipe for a Perfect Housewife by Karma Brown. The current one is Curious Minds by Janet Evanovich and Phoef Sutton. While I’m enjoying the listen, I don’t know if I like the perfectly polished voices of the people reading them. This is especially true for books where the characters are described in a particular way so you think they should have a particular sound to their voices. I’ll get into this more when I review them.

There isn’t much going on on the work front other than me getting stuff done. I’m not involved in this year’s workshop and have opted out of pitching a program for convention. This is just fine by me. Last year was really overwhelming. I managed everything alright, but I’m ready to focus on other things at my desk.

I think that’s about all I have to say about January 2020, I’m ready to take what I need to know or to have learned from it and move on. How about you? How was your first chapter of 2020?


Thirsty Thursday – Mocktails it is – for now

No booze
I’m writing this because I got a few “OMG are you pregnant?!?!” messages when I posted this on Instagram the other day.
No, not pregnant.

I love wine. Almost as much as I love coffee.

I also haven’t had a glass of wine in 12 days (at the time of writing this). Before that, it was probably a week or two.

No, that doesn’t seem like much, but for someone who would have a glass or two of wine every evening, grab a gf beer from the fridge, or splash some vodka in my seltzer on a regular basis, it feels like a long time.

I didn’t feel like I was overdoing it. Really, it felt like a friend holding my hand while I processed my day, settled into the evening, and blowing off some steam sometimes.

It wasn’t a conscious decision at first, I just didn’t feel like drinking. I mean sure, the holiday season had a lot of tasty boozy beverages, but Mazzy had me up so damn early every day I didn’t really feel like having  more than a glass of wine or a beer at the end of the day. I was far too tired to enjoy it. Sometimes even too tired to finish it.

Regardless of if I want to drink it, I shouldn’t waste it.

About a week into the new year, I realized I didn’t even feel like that anymore. I was drinking seltzer with some lemonade or just water over lots of ice. I’d have half a glass of wine here and there filled with ice.  (I like it as close to a slushy as possible.)

Then Nik and I had a date night at home with delicious dinner, dessert, and movies. I had a few too many glasses of wine.

Holy crap I felt like garbage. Worse than I had felt in years.

It was a lovely, happy, loving, and filled with laughter. It turned less lovely when I woke up in a start, sweating, and shaking because my sugar was bottoming out around 3 am. That’s generally not a good time.

Other than a desire here and there for brief moments, I haven’t wanted wine, beer, or a cocktail. (Although the other day – after having a DAY – it was hella tempting to put a splash of vodka in my cranberry/seltzer mix. I didn’t have any that would go well.)

Will this change tonight? Maybe? Tomorrow night? Who knows. I might consciously do a month and see how I feel after that. I haven’t decided.

So what was I drinking above?No booze

Glass filled with ice, about half a cup of cran-grape juice, which was topped off with grapefruit bubly. (I didn’t get paid to mention any of these, it’s just what I had on hand.)

It was too sweet at first, so I sucked out a bunch of the juice and put more seltzer in. That was much better.

I’ve lost a few pounds, my skin looks better, and it’s certainly been easier to get up in the morning with Mazzy than it was before.

It could very well be I’m just adjusting to the new schedule, but it could also be that my body isn’t spending energy processing alcohol and extra sugar so it can really rest. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m still tired, it’s just easier to get out of bed.)

I think I’ll keep this up and see where it goes. I don’t have to not drink, but right now it’s what I’m choosing.

I’m going to keep sharing the more interesting mocktails I make. You can add wine or whatever of your choice to them (no judgement here) or not. Your call. Besides, some of them are really pretty so if nothing else, it’ll add a splash of color to your glass-er day.


“You’re depressed, dummy”.

2020-01-27_03-46-25You know when yoga instructors tell you to clear your head? I’ve never been very good at that. (Go figure.) I thought I was failing at part of my practice because I couldn’t get the mental aspect.

But one day, Ashley (my favorite instructor ever), told me if it was stressing me out to try to clear my head, not to try.

She said, “Acknowledge the thought you’re having and tell it you’ll come back later if it’s still there. ”

You’d be surprised how many aren’t there after 45 minutes of focused movement and breathing. And sweat. I did a lot of hot yoga.

Since that day, I walk into every practice experience ready to hear what my brain and heart need to tell me, but I don’t dwell on anything. If it’s important enough to my brain after we breathe and stretch, I’ll deal with it then.

I encourage my students to do the same.

Before teaching Sunday, I was hanging from the sling when it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, I was depressed. Actually, I heard a little voice whisper, “You’re depressed, dummy”.

I had been feeling off – detached, exhausted, restless, unable to focus, forgetful, going through the motions of life, and a little moody for at least a week, maybe two (maybe longer, it’s hard to pinpoint). At first I thought I was just tired. I haven’t been sleeping well. Nightmares have been back and bad, vivid enough to visit me during the day. I thought maybe I needed more uplifting less murdery podcasts to listen to, so I added some different ones into the mix. I tried to do something creative. I set a couple of small goals.

I know what I need to do to “fix” me. This isn’t my first rodeo.

After a couple more days of feeling like this, I examined my diet for any possible gluten contamination and was really careful about what I was eating. I made sure I was drinking water, and with Mazzy, I’m getting more activity than ever…but I still kicked it up a notch when we walked.

Before I set off to teach Sunday, I was almost ready to call my doctor to ask for blood work to see what levels were fucocked. Other times it’s my vitamin B, D or Thyroid. It’s not a big deal, we fix it and move on. Except I’ve been super good about taking my vitamins and even more careful about taking my other meds correctly.

I don’t talk about being depressed as much as the anxiety because my depression comes and goes. It doesn’t stick around for all that long usually and there’s almost always a defining cause I can point to. Once I identify it for what it is, I have a whole host of tricks up my sleeve to do until it passes or I shake myself out of it.

The trick is to identify it. Depression can be a tricky leopard and change it’s spots.

This last bout, that I’m still working through even as I type this, hasn’t been the usual sadness, random sobbing, over/lack of eating, feeling worthless, with anxiety dialed up to 11 that I usually face when I’m depressed. These symptoms have been different. (And they are starting to ease up.)

I’m starting to feel more like myself.

I’m lucky that it comes and goes.

I’m lucky that I was able to spend some time in therapy to address things and to have tools to work through things. I’m also willing (and able) to go back.

Not everyone is that lucky. I understand that more than many may.

I don’t write this for any particular reason other than to share in case someone else is struggling but doesn’t know why. I was doing everything as right as I can and it still hit me. I know it’s temporary and this will pass, but it was a good reminder that there isn’t always a rhyme or reason, causes can be as nebulous as the fog you’re in.


Friday Five

How I feel about driving.

(If you’re one of my new visitors (Hi), I’m sharing five current “things” with you: Recent challenges, triumphs, funnies, OMG, and a question. If you’re a long time reader, please know I appreciate you to no end, hope you like this feature, and you are looking fantastic!)

Although things have calmed down drastically in the last couple of weeks (knock on wood!) I’m still working on some recent challenges. A big challenge for me right now is making myself get back into the car. It doesn’t matter where I’m going, I really don’t want to drive anywhere further than the store around the corner which is close enough to walk to if I wanted to hoof it on over.

But alas, I have to go to work since I can’t work from home, nor have I managed to become independently wealthy. Sigh.

I realize how blessed I am that I a) have a job to go to and b) a reliable car to get me to and from my job, but unless Nik is willing to drive, I’m staying home as much as possible for awhile.

I’m sorry. You’re welcome to come to our house though and sit in front of the fire place. I’ll have Nik start one just for you. I think we even have marshmallows and chocolate.

But let’s talk about something good instead of how little I want to drive. I’ve had some recent triumphs, even if they’re little wins. Little wins count darn it! Likely the biggest little triumph recently was not crying when I saw the number on the scale. Was I disappointed? Yes. Was I upset enough to cry? Maybe. I talked myself out of it and am working on that challenge, too. I’ve also taken a few minutes each day for me to read a couple of chapters, participate in Lauren’s balance challenge (where finding balance off the mat counts too), and using some of my powers for good instead of less good.

I’ve also been biting my tongue from making snarky (but funny) remarks lately. One of my friends at work, however, has not. While I can’t tell you what was said (mostly because I don’t recall) I can tell you I had just taken a very large sip of coffee right as the snarky brilliance came out of her mouth. Instead of spraying everything with coffee via my nose, the coffee went into my sinuses causing me to sputter, gag, and otherwise lose my shit.

We were laughing so hard, we were almost in tears.

While that could have been my OMG moment, my actual OMG was brought to you by the podcast I was listening to this morning. They were talking about tapeworms, how they hook into their host and what not. I gagged and immediately hit pause. Oh gosh, I was ready to throw up!

I listened to something on Amelia Earhart from Gone instead. It was a good move.

Other than wondering what the grossest thing you’ve heard lately, I don’t really have any other questions for you guys today other than what challenges, triumphs, laughs, and OMG moments have you had lately? Do you have any questions for me?

Friday Five

The bacon bandage, while adorable in it’s conception, is really not good when your thumb is bleeding and nail is torn up.

(If you’re one of my new visitors (Hi), I’m sharing five current “things” with you: Recent challenges, triumphs, funnies, OMG, and a question. If you’re a long time reader, please know I appreciate you to no end, hope you like this feature, and you are looking fantastic!)

Let’s dive right in and get the challenges out of the way. It’s easy. MOVING! Logistics, moving stuff, I’m out of boxes, my back is doing that funny spasm thing, and I’m slowly forgetting where things are. This weekend? Come hell or high water, we’ll be done. We have to be!

On the up side of all of the challenges with moving, there have been some really interesting triumphs. Convincing Nik that my flat office was a good idea (and it coming out well), getting all of the painting finished, and the girls rooms set up were all triumphs. Every single box I unpack and put away feels like a triumph too.

Nik and I still liking each other after a month of two “bullheaded, strong willed, almost always right in their own way of doing projects” kind of people working together and what not? I feel like that’s a triumph in and of itself.

There have also been some others challenges not related to moving. People have done things intentionally to hurt my feelings. I just took a deep breath, nodded quietly, and said to myself, “They probably think they’re hurting me. That did hurt, but I’m just letting it go and not going to react because I that’s what they actually want.” Instead, I’ve just checked off some things from my To-Do list surrounding the matters and am embracing that part.

I’ve also taken the opportunity to cull some more of my clothes, shoes, crafting supplies and get reorganized. Triumph! See?

As much as Nik and I have butt heads and gotten frustrated, there’s been a lot of laughs too. Our Halloween decorations are fun to set up. We’ve long had a tendency to laugh at ridiculous things because the other option is to cry. If I’m being honest, tears happens too sometimes! Hey, that’s life.

I’ve been sharing a lot of laughs lately with some of my friends and coworkers about the head scratching things people do, decisions made, and unrealized ironic comments spoken around us. I love how sarcastic, smart, quick and witty the people I choose to surround myself with are. Perhaps that’s why they’re part of my circle!

There was a particularly funny OMG moment around 11pm the night before we closed on the house when I looked at Nik and said, “Babe, we’re buying a house tomorrow! In like 14 hours! OMG! Holy shit!” Yes, I was aware of it through all of the paperwork, inspections, phone calls, and emails, but it hit me just how real it was at that moment.

He looked back at me and asked if t really just hit me or if I was kidding…Do we really have to ask that question? I think we ALL know the answer!

I don’t really have any questions for you guys today other than what challenges, triumphs, laughs, and OMG moments have you had lately? Do you have any questions for me?

Five Things (about me)

Ivory roses in mixed purple dye, purple dye from the bottle, and green food dye

Hi there new readers and long time friends. It’s lovely to see you this dreary day.

How is everyone? I know some of my new readers by virtue of them reaching out to me to say hello or commenting when they see me in person, but I’m interested in hearing from others also!

Usually Five Things looks a little different, but since I’ve seen a whole bunch of new visitor activity, I thought I’d change it up a little and have another “about me” post.

Now, I love a good ice breaker and know that makes me a little weird. The first thing I’m going to tell you? I’m more than a little weird to most people.

I unapologetically like what I like, usually say what I want, and am learning to not give a flying rat’s keister about if new people like me or not. (I do try not to be offensive or rude though.)

Next fact! My favorite question to ask people I’ve just met is, “Tell me something random about yourself that I might not guess.” Their reaction and what they choose to talk about is often more telling than fact itself. Your mission if you choose to accept it? Tell me something about yourself that I might not guess. You have until the end of this post to think about what to share.

So what might you not guess about me? Well, I’m a total nerd. I love learning new things. I like math and numbers, science and experiments, unusual or interesting words, typography and fonts, themed parties, reading books, writing letters, doing puzzles, and lots of other nerdy things. Explaining DNA and genetics to N and later showing her how HEX codes work and what fonts go together? My nerdy heart almost exploded! (Currently, we’re experimenting with capillary action and how different flowers draw up water to their petals with colored water.)

You might guess this, but I get really excited and caught up in moments. When they’re good moments it’s charming, when they’re less than good moments, it’s less charming. I’m also likely to get “stuck” in bad moments and relive them over and over. It can be a really hard cycle to break, but I’m working on it.

Last thing for today you might not guess. Hmm. I’m always working on being my best me, but I’m learning to redefine what “best” might mean. I’ve engaged in a life long battle with my weight and acceptance of my faults. I’m learning not to battle them so much as manage the feelings attached to them.

A big part of doing that is recognizing  anxiety is how my brain manifests my particular brand of depression. While I’m told what I have is high-functioning anxiety, it is a struggle many days. I work on it, within it, and sometimes around it. (I will sometimes share my struggles and my triumphs. It’s not for the attention. I’d rather no one know I struggle. C’mon, my independent, capable, I can do anything, self is in jeopardy if you know that! But if someone “like me” is struggling and you are too, maybe we can help each other with it. No one is alone here.

So there’s a little about me, now it’s your turn to tell me something random about yourself that I might not guess.

Friday Five – Random things about me

I basically live on a back road and can stop and take a picture if I feel like it.

Oh hello. Other than my birthday post, it’s been pretty quiet around here because, you know…Life.

Big Boss Man stopped in the other day to ask where the hell I’d been because he hadn’t run into me in a bit. I told him, “Listen, I haven’t worked a full week in the office all year.” And then I outlined what I’d been up to since Jan 1. (Selling a house, packing and moving said house, sick days, snow days, traveling for work, taking care of Daddy-O after his surgery.)

He said  he was sorry he asked.

When my doctor asked a similar question and I outlined what was going on since last fall when I saw her, but adding 3 more months of Life, she told me she was overwhelmed and exhausted just hearing about it. Then she asked me if I was okay and how I managed it.

Shrug. Just put your head down and keep going, right?

In the spirit of keeping going…Let’s get this party started today with a few random things about me. Since it’s Friday, how about 5?

  1. I see patterns in numbers and they speak to me. Birthdays especially. If I could only figure out how it applies to lotto numbers, I’d be rolling in money and not nickles.
  2. Very few people have a flippin’ clue what I do for a living and because of it, they speak more freely than they maybe should sometimes. (I work with schools as a consultant and trainer. My finger prints are ALL over some of their districts and they don’t even know it.)
  3. For my birthday, I started both a blood pressure medication and an antidepressant. Both have been some time coming and I may write about that some more later if anyone cares to hear my thoughts on it. (I might write it anyway even if you don’t care.)
  4. I was going to make do at the laundromat for a bit longer, but after a weird run in I think I’ll be moving the “fix pipe” and “buy a washer and dryer” items up on the to do list. I don’t mind doing laundry, but I don’t want to go there much more and the options are limited out where I live now.
  5. There are very few vegetables I don’t like. The ones I don’t like are tomatoes, okra, lima beans, cooked green peppers and spinach, and eggplant. There might be a few others but I don’t run into them often. Mostly I don’t like them because of the texture.  Oh, yeah. Avacado. Gross unless it’s in guacamole.

How about you? Tell me something random about you even if we’ve met or know each other well.