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If I Could Bring Back One Dinosaur, Which One Would it Be?

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If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
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If I could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?

The Long neck. It’s friendly and has a sweet little face. It kind of reminds me of a giraffe with its long, graceful neck. I’d like to climb up on one, but I’m afraid of heights. Besides, it would probably take off like that bareback horse I climbed on eons ago and, left me flying through the air and landing on my butt. It was my friend’s fault. She dared me. But that was only a few feet, compared to a trillion-foot-high Long Neck. I don’t even want to think about that flight to the ground!

But, as much as I’d like to bring back the Long Neck dinosaur, I think I’ll just leave it at Jurassic Park. It’ll get bored at my house, and my dogs would get jealous. I don’t think the neighbors would like it too much, anyway, especially when all their trees would get stripped bare. When it comes right down to it, I’m glad all the dinosaurs are gone. Can you imagine coming face-to-face with a T Rex?

What Do I Listen to While I Work

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What do you listen to while you work?
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What Do I Listen to While I Work?

Nothing. Just plain, ole, peace and quiet.

Except for the washer and dryer and dishwasher running, and the TV playing. Oh, and lawnmowers, weed eaters, and leaf blowers. Once in a while, I listen to the trains in the distance, airplanes, and cars coming and going. But those are sounds I only listen to because manufacturers haven’t figured out how to take out the noise.

If I were still working today, which I’m so happy that I’m not, I’d be climbing the walls if I had to listen to blaring music all day long. It’s tough enough sitting in a restaurant and hearing it. But I grit my teeth and enjoy the company I’m with. As my sweet, mother-in-law used to say, It’ll only last for a little while.

So, when I’m sitting at the computer, writing, or creating digital art, I only listen to the humming of the computer, the clicking of the keyboard, and all the normal sounds inside and outside my house.

My go-to Comfort Food

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What’s your go-to comfort food?
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My go-to comfort food

My comfort food isn’t food. It’s junk. I know. I’m supposed to eat healthy, and I do, sometimes. But, I’m not much of a meat-eater, so there’s not much else out there but carbs. And of course, I go for the unhealthy carbs, like potatoes, rice, pasta; all those soft and cozy comfort foods.

But sugar is my true love. I have cut back a little. But the only way I can control it completely is when I do intermittent fasting for a few months. That’s how I get clean. And I feel so much better, more energetic and healthier that I promise my doubting self that I’m done with sugar. We broke up, and we’re never getting back together again.

But, like a persistent lover, sugar always manages to wear me down. It promises me that if I just cut back a little, that I’ll be fine. Just eat the recommended portion. Count out six little gummie bears, or eight malted milk balls, and you’ll be completely, one-hundred percent satisfied. Self-control. That’s all it takes.

Self-control? Is there even such a thing these days? I’m an all or nothing woman. Give me the whole bag of caramel chews, or I will go for the throat!

And did I mention ice cream? Don’t even get me started on dairiO Campfire S’mores ice cream. I order three big scoops each time, but I can eat ten. No shame here. I love ice cream. After a hot, sweaty day of mowing for two hours, I can’t wait to head straight to the freezer and grab my fix of whatever sweet little frozen friend is in there.

But I won’t dare mention that I ate a small Domino’s pizza, and an entire box of pull-a-parts, all by myself one evening while binging on Netflix. And I’m never going to mention that I finished all that off with a glass of soda, a box of Milk Duds, and a bag of sweet and sour gummie worms. But I will tell you, that it all came back up as fast as it went down. It was worse than that one time I got drunk just to see what it was like.

Now you know that I’m serious when it comes to my favorite comfort food. There isn’t just one, and I never do anything half-way. But, that last ridiculous, Miss Piggy, pizza and desert episode, made me realize that sugar and I need to break up for good. We need a divorce! But the only way I can see that happening is for everybody and their brother, cousins, aunts, and uncles, and neighbors and friends to stop shoving sweets in my face. And that would mean, no more dairiO! No more pull-a-parts! No more Milk Duds! No more anything! How would I sleep at night knowing all my sweet little friends are gone?