Mr. Pickle

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Celebrations, Daughters, Happiness, Humor, Kindness, Playing | Posted on 08-08-2016

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I am a winner!

Actually, my daughter is the winner. She won a Mr. Pickle. At the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, she played skee ball with such accuracy that the dolphin leapt across the board into first place.

My daughter could be an Olympic skee baller.

She selected a Mr. Pickle as her prize and gifted him to me without prompting. OK, maybe a little. I could not resist his greenness, his glasses, his mustache, and his little shoes. And the fact that he was shaped like a…giggle…pickle. I gleefully accepted, squealing Thank You!

Mr. Pickle was promptly secured with a seatbelt in the back seat, as he quickly became the newest member of the family.

With a daughter like mine, I too, am a winner.

Mr. Pickles!

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I won a Mr. Pickle!

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Hide and Seek

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Family, Memories | Posted on 20-12-2015

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I had announced on a whim, “Let’s play hide and seek!” We turned off all the lights and played by the glow of the Christmas tree. I remember that special night like it was last week.

Because, it was.

Dark corners, dark bathrooms, dark closets. My heart was pounding with excitement. Just like when I was a child and found the perfect hiding place, hoping to be the last one spotted. Slow your breathing. Be still.

I hid so deep in the coat closet that I touched the snow in Narnia.

When it comes to fun and games, I am like Roger Rabbit when he hears “Shave and a Haircut…” He just can’t help but yell “Two bits!”

Back in my childhood neighborhood, I was the ringleaader of fun. I’d round up all of the kids and squeal, “Let’s play hide and seek!”

We’d play outside in the evening, and into the dark. The hooligans that we were, we would scale the neighbors’ fences, hide in yards, anywhere to seek out the perfect hiding place. I remember that feeling of giddiness in my belly. Hoping I found the perfect hiding place, hoping to be the last one spotted. Slow your breathing. Be still.

If you’re ever up for a game of hide and seek, come on over! I’ll even let you have the prime spot in the coat closet. And you might want to bring your mittens.

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The Strip Club

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 07-12-2015

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I have always wanted to go to a strip club. It’s taken decades, but one night I finally went for it!

My friend and I were awkward, but giddy. We barely made it through the doorway without laughing. We bought drinks and sat down, looking uncomfortable but eager.

The music started pumping. So did the pelvises. Pelvises were thrusting in our faces. We started cracking up and could not stop. The guys’ shirts came off. Butts were gyrating in our faces. The laughter continued.

When one of the guys posed with us for pictures, I patted him on the shoulder and said in a motherly-I’m-proud-of-you voice, “You did such a great job!”

He beamed and seemed to appreciate that more that the dollar bills he had collected that night.

Letting loose and being silly with a friend, laughing our heads off, tucking dollars into underwear, making new “friends.” It was a night of letting it all hang out. Literally.

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Hairy Clumps and Catching Skunks

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor, Inappropriate, Parenting | Posted on 16-09-2015

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My 10-year-old son and I were hanging out on the patio. We opened up the cards from the game You Gotta Be Kidding! The questions are hilarious and thought provoking, and certainly generate a fun dialogue:

Would you rather catch a porcupine thrown from a second-story window? Or a skunk thrown from the same window? A porcupine? No way! That would hurt. You can always wash off skunk smell. 

Would you rather chew a piece of toenail off a dirty man’s foot or lick every inch of his unwashed armpit? Licking an armpit? Disgusting! But chewing a piece of toenail off someone’s foot? Yeah, but you could use the toenail for a toothpick! 

Would you rather drink liquid found leaking from a garbage bag or chew on a hairy clump found between the cushions of an old couch? Ewww, I would never drink from the garbage bag. Do you know how gross that is?! Yeah, but I’m not sure I could chew an unknown hairy clump.

Would you rather have a small butt on your forehead or two little feet dangling beneath your chin? Definitely, a small butt on my forehead. You can always wear a hat or grow bangs.

We were laughing, talking, reasoning, and laughing some more. I am still envisioning two little feet dangling beneath my chin…and chuckling.

I read reviews of the game and was surprised that some people disapprove: “Disgusting, inappropriate, gross.”

You gotta be kidding!

Hmmmm…spending time talking and laughing with your children, being creative, explaining your answers, empowering children to be confident to reason and debate? I would rather chew a hairy clump than spend time with people who are so easily disgusted. 🙂

That face could sell applesauce.

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The Lonely Cabbage

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Childrearing, Children | Posted on 13-09-2015

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One hot summer’s day, we went to a farm with acres of cabbage, cauliflower, eggplant, and corn. Fields of zinnias, sunflowers, cosmos, foxgloves. Orchards with peaches. Rows of raspberries and giant blackberries.

There was an abundance of produce and goodness! We picked berries until we couldn’t pick or eat any more. We picked $40 in peaches.

The cabbages also beckoned. You couldn’t miss them. There were in perfect rows, with huge leaves framing their white cabbage heads.

We noticed one cabbage sitting all by itself. Cut loose and laying in the dirt, without leaves to protect it from the sun. We felt sorry for it. The lonely cabbage. So of course, we took it with us. My daughter cradled it in her arms. The lonely cabbage was lonely no more!

The shriveled cabbage reminded me of the bruised apples I often buy at the grocery store, because I feel sorry for them. Read about that here.

On our way home, when we stopped for lunch, my daughter was concerned that the cabbage would get too hot in the car.

Should we leave the air conditioning on for it? She asked. I don’t want it to get too hot.

Oh my goodness, that girl is sweeter than the juiciest peach from the orchard.

Endless cabbages.

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New Fun

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Life, Life Lessons, Memories, Nostalgia, Parenting, Photography | Posted on 10-08-2015

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I love photos taken with the same people, same poses, same locations. But years apart. I like to see what has stayed the same and what has changed.

Every summer, we go camping at the same location, with the same people. I had in mind some photo poses I wanted to “recreate.” Guess I was trying to recreate those sweet little moments from the past.

C’mon kids! Sit on the log and hold a stick. Just like you did seven years ago! 

So they did. And I got the shot.

Then, I was like, C’mon kids! Let’s go to the dock and take a stair-step picture!

Eye rolls. My daughter was like, Mom. We don’t need to take the same old pictures. Oh my goodness, she was right: Time to have new fun.

So, off we swam in the lake with inner tubes and Otis. Making new memories and having new fun. And capturing a few new photos.

Now and then.

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Happy campers.

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The Carousel

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Aging, Children, Kids, Memories, Summer | Posted on 26-07-2015

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I used to devour cotton candy, corn dogs, Cheetos, and root beer!

Now that stuff makes me sick.

I used to love roller coasters, spinning rides, and hanging upside down!

Now those make me nauseated.

I used to adore trampolines!

Now they make me pee.

But I can still ride the carousel! We rode the carousel to celebrate the first day of summer vacation. We must have ridden a dozen times in a row. Wheee! A hand-carved beauty of a carousel, dating back to 1911. I rode the horse, then the dog, then the cat, then the other horse, then the pig, then the frog. On the magical carousel, I was young again!

Until…

All the (mild) spinning combined with the heat of the afternoon was enough to make me dizzy. Ugh. Nix carousel riding.

Thank goodness for sky-high, soft serve ice cream cones to the rescue. That, I can handle!

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Wanna Go “Shopping?!”

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Fun | Posted on 19-06-2015

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Whenever I ask my children, Hey Guys, wanna go SHOPPING?! They know exactly what that means. It’s code.

It means heading to one of our favorite antique stores and goofing around.

It means trying on silly hats. Band hats, military hats, tea hats, fancy hats, smelly old hats.

It means checking out stuff from the good ol’ days like Scooby Doo metal lunch boxes and telephones with curly cords. Imagine that!

Hey Mom, what’s this?!

Um, it’s a typewriter. I typed my English papers with one exactly like that in high school.

Whoa!

We pour through vintage books and magazines; check out matching salt and pepper shakers; Aunt Jemima, squirrel, and hobo figurines; rocking horses and rocking chairs; mismatched silverware; dolls with broken limbs.

Odds and ends from the past that delight us as we peer through the aisles and squeal Check this out!

All it takes is an hour to pack in tons of fun and bring some of the past to the present. Oh and take some selfies.

I felt sorry for this doll. She was all cracked and discarded.

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Lol!

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You can't take us anywhere…

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"Antique Shopping." Giggle.

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Adventuring

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Children, Family, Fun, Ideas, Parenting | Posted on 26-09-2014

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Once fall hit, it seems like it’s all work and no play. No time for fun and adventuring.

But wait.

A trip to the grocery store proved otherwise. In our busy lives, we have to make time for fun. And for time-strapped families, we need to squeeze in fun in the time we have. Who says you can’t have fun in 10-minute pockets?

Hey, guys! Look! We’re on an African safari!

The “safari” was just the grocery store parking lot…and a little creativity.

After safariing, we proceeded inside to explore and navigate the wild and scary aisles of gluten. What an adventure!

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Peachy Keen

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Food, Fruit, Fun | Posted on 28-08-2014

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My daughter and I went peach picking. And we bought like 40 lbs. of peaches.

So for the past two weeks, it’s been pretty much peach everything. Just like Bubba said. But instead of shrimp, peaches.

“Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s, um, shrimp kababs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp and lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich…That, that’s about it.”

To me, peaches are summer. Biting into a fresh peach–especially one I’ve just picked from the tree, one that has been warmed by the sun–and have that juice drip down my chin and get my shirt all stained? Yep, that’s about it.

How do you like them peaches?

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