I like the flavor of meat, but not meat. I will often cook meat, boil it or whatever with the veggies I want, then take it out and feed it to my dogs.
When I am sad, I disappear.
I appreciate when someone notices I did.
But if you don't, I will be back, in my own time, and will never hold it against you.
I love and am very passionate about a great many things.
I wish at times I wasn't.
I make the best pancakes in the whole world.
I prefer texting to talking because if I am texting you, don't have to hear me say, stop touching your sister, be quiet, don't lick the dog, etc...
My babies are my world.
I am the most kind and gracious person I know, UNTIL, it comes to my children. Then I forget Jesus and all my manners.
Hermit crabs fascinate me beyond measure.
I sometimes spell words wrong, or create words to combat my ridiculous spelling hangup.
If I could hide in the shadows all of my days, I would be quite happy.
If you need someone in your corner, I'm your girl....
Creativity is my forte'
Kristine has become a most excellent lifeline to me in this Radical world.
For those who don't know. RAD, Reactive Attachment Disorder, is often referred to as, a Radical life, and the children, a Radish. It's an attempt by overly tired mama's to make something very ugly a little better.
I worry too much.
I am a college graduate, stay at home mommy to six.
I organize my food and arrange it before I eat it.
I cannot eat a sandwich which isn't made correctly.
I'm incredibly all or nothing.
I LOVE words.
There is no situation you put me in, which I will not adapt to.
I am a resilient little focker.
I could watch elf five hundred times and still laugh all the way thru.
Havarti cheese is my favorite.
I often learn things just so I can say I know how to do them, and never do them again, like how to thread eyebrows or make cakes using fondant.
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Once again you have put into words what we know about you (or a little about you). Jessica, keep up the writing. I enjoy it, or empathize, or feel sadness with you, whatever the theme requires. You have a GIFT and you are using it to share so many things that inspire or educate or entertain. Thank you.
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