Pickles & I Scream

Where I'm From

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 16:30:00 +0000

A few weeks ago, Mama Kat @ Mama's Losin' It posted this template as one of her weekly writing prompts. The exercise originates from a poem by George Ella Lyon and you may have seen others doing this as well. It was a really fun exercise to do and brought to mind some wonderful memories of growing up. I may do another version soon using more recent references - everything below is drawn from my childhood.

Where I'm From

I am from the Fountain City Duck Pond, from RC Cola and Moon Pies.

I am from Dogwood Trails and the Smoky Mountains.

I am from the house at the bottom of the hill, from wood paneling, leather “farty” couches, unfiltered Camels and Old Spice.

I am from homemade pickles and “puttin’ up beans”, strong but small women, from Karen and Lily Mae and Sandy Gaye.

I am from watching Grandpa play solitaire for hours after dinner was cleared, he always let me chime in when I saw a move. The dishwasher being used to store cookies and other sweets and never being used to wash dishes – dishes should be washed by hand.

From “don’t you sass me”, "go get me a switch", and “people in hell want ice water”.

From Saturdays spent in head to toe orange, bonfires, tailgating, and singing Rocky Top so many times you lose your voice. I am from “I Bleed Orange”,”Orange You a Vol?” and “Touchdooooooown Tennesseeeeeee”!

I'm from the valley, the rolling hills, and the desert. From Smoky Mtn. Market hot dogs, fried potatoes, and pinto beans & cornbread.

From my aunts big red prom dress that I was always in awe of (she looked like a red cupcake),the time my mom almost sliced her arm off shucking corn, and who could forget when I rolled out the side of the camper when I was just a few months old.

I am from quilts, afghans, and embroidered pillowcases in hope chests, albums upon albums of baby pictures, and who knows what all's hidden up in Grandma's attic.

My colors are Blush & Bashful

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:40:00 +0000

Or as M'Lynn would say: Pink & Pink ; )

Here's a little lookie-loo at the festivities from Sassy's 1st Birthday Bash.

Delicious cupcakes I made all by myself!

Paint Chip Garland made by me. Name Plaque-y thing & "Birthday Girl" sign made by Aunt Donna.

The sweets table

A Little Cake Eatin' Action:

And some additional cuteness for your viewing pleasure

Wordless Wednesday - All I wanted was a nice family photo...

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 21:48:00 +0000

or "This is why I should always be the one taking the pictures, not IN them"

After all that waiting...

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:35:00 +0000

Apparently, my scheduled post didn't schedule itself...oops! So let's get back to Sassy's birth story:

At 8am the next morning, the doctor came in to see how I was doing. This wasn't my doctor but one of the others from the practice that I happened to dislike based on a bad office visit experience a few weeks before but that's a whole other story. I had been having contractions all night (so they tell me, I didn't feel anything) they checked the whole "dilation situation", nada, nothing, zilch. Sassy was content in her 'oven' kicking the crap outta me. They amped up the Pitocin again and said they'd be back in a few hours to check again.

Fast forward to around 11:30, they come in check me again and nothings doing. The contractions were, according to the little screen, getting stronger but I was still not feeling anything. The doctor then suggested that if I wanted an epidural that this would be a good time because they were going to see what they could do to get me dilating...whatever that means.

The anesthesiologist came in wearing an orange TN do-rag so we were fast friends. Thank goodness we had things to chat about while he was back there stabbing me in the back because Mr. Pickles face when he saw the needle was less than comforting. After the epidural was in my BP dropped to insanely low levels and then and there my claims to a vomit-free pregnancy ended.

After my BP stabilized to acceptable levels, the doctor came in to explain what they were wanted to do. I don't remember the specifics now but it involved a balloon, several more hours, only a slight chance of success, and a sharp refusal from me to let them "try" it. So the decision was made to do a c-section.

At 12:32pm on Friday, September 23, 2010. Sassy made her grand debut. She weighed exactly 7 pounds and was 18 1/4 inches long.

She had a lot of fluid in her lungs and was swept off to the NICU before I even got to hold her. The nurse did let me see her but this was as close as we got.

After they finished me up and got me into recovery, I sent Mr. Pickles to check on Sassy. After what seemed like forever, he came back and delivered the news. She was on oxygen and would be staying in the level 2 nursery for up to 10 days. My baby was hours old and I still hadn't got to hold her. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I was still hooked up to the magnesium drip and had a hole in my belly so I couldn't even be taken to the nursery to see her until the next day.

The pediatrician working the nursery came in the next morning with good news, at midnight see had been taken off the oxygen and the fluid was clearing from her tiny little lungs. She was still on antibiotics and fluids to clear out the effects of the magnesium.

It would still be several more days before they'd even consider letting her go home. I spent the next 8 days in the hospital, sitting in the nursery with her every moment that I could. When I wasn't with her, I was crying my eyes out. I wanted my baby and they wouldn't let me have her. Looking back now, I know that we were lucky; she wasn't the sickest baby there and she left the hospital with a clean bill of health. But in that moment, seeing other moms leave the hospital with their babies, seeing the "healthy" babies that the moms sent to the nursery so they could "get some rest" (that will always be a seriously sore issue with me now) all I could feel was "they won't let me have my baby".

On October 3, we finally got to bring Sassy home and I finally got to stop crying and get some sleep.

1st Day Home with Momma

It was going to be an ordinary day…

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 11:18:00 +0000

On the morning of September 23, 2010, I woke up to what I thought was going to be “just another day”. I was finishing up my 1^st week of modified bed rest (I’d been given a diagnosis of Pre-E the week before), enjoying the doctor-ordered rest & relaxation and not spending a 45+ minute commute hoping I didn’t pee my pants even though I ‘went’ before I left. I had an 8am appointment for my 38 week check up so I’d gotten up, tossed some yummy ingredients in the crockpot for dinner, and headed to the doctor’s office.

I spent the first few minutes chatting with my favorite nurse while she checked all my vitals. I knew it couldn’t be good when after taking my blood pressure she took off the cuff and then put it back on to check again. After checking a second time, she removed the cuff and said she’d be right back. She returned with another nurse in tow, who proceeded to take my BP one more time. The nurses exchanged a look and left the room saying they’d “be right back” they didn’t come back though, the doctor came instead. My BP was way too high and she wanted to induce, immediately. My deodorant? It failed me. All the deodorant in the world wouldn’t have kept me from being the giant ball of sweat that I was that day. Up until that moment, I must have still not realized that I was actually going to have to expel this small person from my body at some point.

To make matters worse, this was the first appointment in a long time that Mr. Pickles didn’t go along. He was at work trying to tie up loose ends since we new the big day was coming soon and he would be out for a week. As the doctor is giving me instructions to head over to the hospital across the street, a thousand thoughts are running through my brain – the loudest being I can’t do this, I ask if I can go home first so that I can get my bag and meet my husband – no, you need to go right away. Thanks, that makes me feel SO much better. I called my husband and in a panicked babble told him he needed to meet me a the hospital then went to the parking lot sat in my car and cried.

I should probably explain that from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified of the delivery aspect of having a baby. We went to a child-birth class and I cried for hours afterward convinced that there was no way I would ever be able to do that. So being told out of the blue (in my mind at least) that we’re gonna make you have that baby, well that was a little traumatic for me. Judge all you want.

I managed to get myself across the street to the hospital, up to the labor & delivery floor, and the nurses took care of me from there. Poking me full of holes for an IV for Pitocin and magnesium to help lower my BP. And of course, hooked up to a plethora of machines to monitor every little bodily function that Sassy or I even thought about having.

Mr. Pickles arrived around 10:30 and at this point, I was starving. Did you notice when I described the beginning of this day that I didn’t mention breakfast? Yeah, I hadn’t had any yet. I thought I was going to be in & out of the doctor quickly and was planning an attack on the Dunkin’ Donuts down the street. Obviously, that didn’t happen. So the next time the nurse popped in to put the fetal monitors back in their proper place (Sassy’s super kicking kept knocking them out of place, she wasn’t a fan of being under surveillance) we asked if it was ok for Mr. Pickles to get me food. The nurse had to check with the doctor and came back to say that I could not eat. Whaaaat? I’m pregnant, I gotta eat…right? Guess not!

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful: I was frustrated with being stuck in that super uncomfortable hospital bed, starving, bored (hospitals really should have free wi-fi), and terrified of the child-birthing that was going to happen one way or the other. Around 6pm my doctor came by checked all my machines, arm-raped me, and said that even after 8 hours of Pitocin I was not even the teensiest bit dilated so I would spend the remainder of the night hooked up to those machines filling me full of goo. Her partner would be in the next morning around 8am to see how I was doing and then we’d discuss further options if necessary.

I spent the entire night listening to what seemed like 100 other babies being born, one in particular with a great deal of screaming on the mother’s part – not exactly what my already frazzled nerves needed to hear but that was my problem not hers. But even after all the noise of babies being born all around us (not literally, I had a private room) Sassy must have been just as scared of being birthed as I was of having to birth her, she wasn’t budging, except to kick the monitors off my belly for the eleventy-fifth time.

Obviously, Sassy was eventually born. We’ll visit that event in celebration of Sassy’s first birthday…tomorrow!

T-Minus 2 days

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 21:05:00 +0000

Here's a look at my little Sassy girl at 2 months. So much attitude in such a tiny little person!

T-Minus 3 days and some projects

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 20:39:00 +0000

I've gotten no where in the cleaning department because I've been too busy brewing eleventy-thousand ideas for the birthday bash. Hopefully I'll have time to complete all these projects AND clean the house!

Aside from being a place to waste a huge amount of time, Pinterest is also a great place to fill my head with big ideas at the very last minute! Here's a preview of the things I'm hoping to finish (and not have turn out like crap, that's important!)

DIY Cupcake Stand - Mine is about half done and so far it's looking good. This one is probably the closest I found that uses the same "ingredients" as the one I'm making but rest assured, mine will be much more colorful!

Source: wanderingchopsticks.blogspot.com via Julie on Pinterest

Paper Garland. I'm pretty sure that one day I'm going to be arrested at Lowe's for swiping all the paint samples. I asked the girl in the paint dept last night if there was a limit on how many I could take for free and she said I could take as many as I needed.

Source: etsy.com via Julie on Pinterest

A little high chair decor, perhaps?

Source: etsy.com via Julie on Pinterest

Lots of pink balloons for pictures are a must!

Source: flickr.com via Julie on Pinterest

And another little fun photo-op idea

Source: maciephoto.com via Julie on Pinterest

And of course, let's not forget a look back at Miss Sassy at 3 months.

T-Minus 4 days

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 19:27:00 +0000

The house? Still a mess!

The menu? Just cupcakes so far.

This Momma? She's stressed!

This cheers me up though!

I know it's sideways, no idea how to fix that!

I just love that she is totally ok with falling down, how can you not laugh when she's having so much fun?!

And here's a look back at Miss Sassy at 4 months old:

T-Minus 5 days

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 21:25:00 +0000

Holy Smokes...5 days until Sassy's birthday. That means I have to:

get my house in some state of cleanliness so I'm not embarrassed when my parents arrive on Friday & then keep it clean until Saturday for the par-tay.
get off my butt and find this baby a present or at least wrap some empty boxes.
determine what the heck I'm going to feed the party-goers other than cupcakes.
finish what is thus far, a major craft fail of a cupcake stand {more on that later}.
come to grips with the fact that my sweet little Sassy is growing into a big girl!

Ugh! So much to do and so little time! Anyone want to come clean my house?? :-)

T-Minus 8 Days...

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 20:27:00 +0000

What does "t-minus" actually mean anyways? Does any one know?

To mix things up a bit instead of sharing pictures of Sassy at 8 months I'm going to share a little video. Sassy learned the oh so valuable skill of growling and she did it so often that the teacher at daycare asked Mr. Pickles if he growled at her one day when he was picking her up - apparently Sassy was showing off her newfound skill at school at those old cronie's just weren't as impressed as we were.

Friday Fave Five 9.16

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 19:58:00 +0000

It's finally Friday! Woo Hoo!!

1. Pin:

Source: pinterest.com via Julie on Pinterest

I have big plans to make Sassy's birthday cupcakes myself, well with a little help from Betty of course. I might even get really crazy and make ho-made icing but this will require the purchase of a mixer because apparently, you need a mixer to make frosting and I don't have one. I've always wanted a fancy Kitchen Aid mixer, but only because I think it would look really cool sitting on my counter - not because I mix stuff on the regular.

2 The weather today....it's awesome! I love fall weather! Right now it feels like bonfires, hoodies, oyster roasts, and football games outside!

3 Sassy Moment: She finally gave in and ate a smidgen of big girl food this week. I made her a pancake last weekend which she snatched up quick to eat but promptly spit out making an icky face, but at daycare on Monday she ate half of one of their pancakes. She took a couple of bites of mashed potatoes on Wednesday but once she saw I was excited about the whole thing she refused to eat anymore. I ate a crap-load of mashed potatoes for dinner that night, nothing else just mashed potatoes. Last night she got really wild & crazy and ate some steak fries - quite a few bites of them too!

4 Baby Steps! This week Sassy has made major strides (pun intended) in the walking department. For a few weeks or so she'd been walking between Momma & Daddy if she acted as training ~~wheels~~ arms but this week she's been walking on her own for at least 5 or 6 steps. While this is super exciting, it also made me cry like a big ol' nerd - my baby isn't a little baby anymore and that makes me sad.

5 Money Saving Moment - Wednesday morning there was a 7 car accident on the interstate that had traffic backed up for hours. Instead of sitting parked in traffic wasting gas, I decided to run a few errands in the opposite direction while I waited for traffic to thin out. Turns out there aren't a lot of places open at 8am so I ended up at Target. Where I scored these birthday goodies for Sassy:

Hope y'all have a great weekend!

T-Minus 9 Days

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 21:26:00 +0000

Here's a look back at my Sassy at 9 months old.

Mr. Pickles and I are trying to decide what to get her for her birthday and while I've been threatening to just wrap a big empty box {since she's just going to want to play with the box anyways} I want to get her something she'll have fun with. Growing up, my mom always made birthdays fun and we never just got "stuff you need". Everyone deserves a special day!

Any suggestions as to what 1 year olds like to play with?

Pinterest Made Me Do It {with scissors}

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 18:57:00 +0000

Aside from loving Pinterest for cool DIY ideas, recipes for things I'll (almost) never attempt, and crap that makes me laugh. I also love pinning outfit ideas cause ya know, someday I might muster up the energy to wear something other than jeans to work. Lately, I'm loving all these looks with scarves

Source: polyvore.com via Julie on Pinterest

but I'm not exactly scarf savvy (if there's a remedial scarves for dummies class anywhere, someone please sign me up!)

Those last two looks are actually "snoods" not scarves which is apparently a big ol' tube of knit that you don't have to tie. Sounds like a good solution for the scarf-impaired but it's $32 and that seems like an awful lot to pay for a lil' tube of knit if ya ask me. So one day while whilst perusing the clearance racks at Walmart and coming across giant men's tees for $2 I had an epiphany: chop the sleeves & neck of a t-shirt off and what do ya have??? That's right, a big ol' tube of knit! So I scooped up a few tees in orange (men's XXL), plum (men's M), and a dark aqua/turquoise-y (women's 1X) color and got to choppin'. The orange can be doubled up and sits right at the boob-equater mark. The other 2 are the same length hitting about 3 inches above my belly button.

please forgive the awful pictures the camera batteries were dead so I had to camera phone it

I just realized all the outfits I posted above are with jeans...so I guess I'll just be lookin' cuter in my jeans :)

T-Minus 10 days

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 20:17:00 +0000

10 days until my baby is officially a toddler! Here's a look back at Miss Sassy at 10 months

Countdown to Sassy's 1st Birthday

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 21:39:00 +0000

That's right in just 11 days my sweet little Sassy-pants will be one whole year old. Where does the time go?? It seems like just yesterday I was yelling "get out of my bell-eh" to my giant belly full of elbows {I was convinced she was going to have at least 6 arms as much as she banged my innards with her elbows}. For the next 11 days you'll be listening {reading, whatev} to me go on and on about how much she's grown and {of course} how stinking cute she is.

So without further ado, Let the Stinkin' Cuteness Begin!

How did you guys deal with your baby growing up? It's going by so fast it seems like she'll be off to college next week!

Wordless Wednesday - I'm on a Boat!

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 17:15:00 +0000

Cyclone Sassy

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 20:22:00 +0000

Disaster struck a home in the suburbs of Charleston, SC Sunday evening after a storm named Sassy ravaged the area. The path of destruction was approximately 10' x 12'.

The small community of Kleenex had the most casualties, approximately 1/3 of the residents had evacuated in the days prior to the storm, all those who remained were violently plucked from their home.

Just minutes after the storm made landfall, the library was ravaged by toddler force gusts.

Debris was strewn across the path of the storm but permanent damage was minimal.

The Governor (aka Daddy) made an emergency request for assistance from Momma (the Maternal Organization of Mayhem reMoval Artists) and the clean up began immediately after the storm left the area.

Daycare-itis: The Pox Upon My House

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 21:00:00 +0000

Another week almost gone and once again we've been battling the "daycare-itis". Daycare-itis? You know, the constant stream of snot and sniffles that plagues children who dare mingle with other people's children. The Pox of the Working Mom.

Since Sassy started daycare in January we've had more snot filled days than not. Two weeks after she started, she came down with a vicious case of RSV. A few weeks after that it was more snot, and then some more and so on and so forth. Every time we get her well and think we might have a snot-free week BAM the snots are back. We go to the doctor who tells me for the eleventy-billionth time in 8 months that she's sorry but there's nothing we can do except suck out the snot and go about our business.

At first, I was the good mom who kept her snot-nosed brat home so the other kids didn't get sick but quickly learned that if I did this I'd use up all my paid time off in no time flat. Not to mention the fact that Sassy is a good girl who likes to share...her germs. So when Sassy's not sick Momma is or even worse, Daddy is. At that's where we are today, Momma is sick and has been all week. If you were to crack open my skull right now (and I'll thank you in advance for not doing so) you'd probably find this guy

That's Slimer from Ghostbusters, y'all remember him?

You'll probably find him chillaxin' on a barka-lounger with those nasty mucus-men from the Mucinex commercials (good drugs, disgusting name. Why not just call it Snot-Be-Gone??)

I am SO completely over daycare-itis! I've considered trying to find a new daycare, one that doesn't let you drop off your snot-nosed brat to get the other kids sick but do those even exist? Would I get lucky enough to find one that we could afford and actually get her in before the next round of daycare-itis strikes? Is it just us or are all parents dealing with the daycare-itis? Are any of our immune systems ever going to be able to fight off the daycare-itis once and for all? Does anyone have a tissue?

Wordless Wednesday - Sometimes Big Girls DO Cry!

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 13:59:00 +0000

This Time Last Year: A Seusserific Baby Shower

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 12:07:00 +0000

It's hard to believe that a year ago we were counting down the days to Sassy's big debut! My sister in law and our friends put together an awesome Suess themed shower.

Invite made by my fabulous sister in law

I'd gained almost 40 lbs at this point, 20 in each boob

Some gifts etc.

I have no idea why I was so focused on reading the diaper genie refill box.

Mr. Pickles is not a TN fan (evidenced by his Gamecock shirt)

Do you like my hat?

Some treats

Songs That Make Me Sing {1}

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Sat, 27 Aug 2011 11:48:00 +0000

Whenever there's talk of a hurricane it makes me think of this song.

Friday Fave Five 8.26

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Fri, 26 Aug 2011 14:14:00 +0000

It's Friday again, woo hoo! Here are a few of my favorite things this week:

Pin:
This cracks me up!

Source: piccsy.com via Julie on Pinterest

The Big One
On Tuesday we felt a slight tremor from the NE earthquake down here in Charleston. When I say "tremor" I mean that if you were sitting totally still you could feel a slight bit of movement that I would equate to that feeling you get when you first start getting tipsy. According to one person in my office however, the building was "swaying" and it was "intense". And of course, we (and by we, I mean this one person) had to call every.single.person we knew and say "did y'all feel that" with every phone call the intensity intensified, it was hilarious. So thank you, earthquake for providing my friends and I with several hours of entertainment!

The Big One #2 (and no, I'm not talking about poop)
I'm guessing that y'all have heard about Irene. On Monday the track was showing it making a direct hit in Charleston. Funny thing about east coast storms is that early tracks always seem to have them slamming into Charleston and yet they (almost) never do. But this prompts half the city to reflect on the last big one, Hugo, and go batspit crazy and buy all the water in the city. No really, as of Tuesday there were places that were totally out of water and by then the track had changed gifting the Outer Banks with Irene. As I write this Miss Irene is sitting about 200 miles off the coast of Charleston. Today we're expected to see a few outer rain bands accompanied by some wind. Charleston County has shut down their offices. Schools are closed or are closing early. And the weather, well so far it's no different than any other rainy day...except that there's really not been any rain.
I guess I should say that by no means am I saying that hurricanes are "no big deal" because they are. If you are in the path of Irene, I sincerely hope you and yours come through the storm safe & sound. Below is a just one picture of the damage caused by "The Big One".

Today, 22 years later, there are still boats scattered across the barrier islands of Charleston that were washed ashore by Hugo. Most notably of those is this one as you approach Folly Beach.

No one ever claimed the boat – so a year or so after Hugo, someone had the smart idea of painting a message on it. And ever since, layer upon layer of paint has been applied. Many very artistic! For birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, "I love you’s", "marry me" and just about every other message you can imagine. The Folly Beach Boat has become a landmark on Folly and will probably be here for years to come.

Picture Taken:

Sassy just loves having her picture taken!

Random 80's Song on the Radio:

I LOVED the Go-Go's when I was a kid and I heard this on the way to work this morning.

What were your favorite things this week?

Wordless Wednesday - Looking Up

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 18:08:00 +0000

The ABC's of Me

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 20:45:00 +0000

My friends over at voiceBoks are having a "getting to know you" challenge called the ABC's of Me. It's a great way to get to know all your fellow bloggers. So here are my random ABC's of Me:

Accountant, but a fun one, not one of those uptight-no personality havin’ accountants.

Blind as a bat without my contacts

Coupon clipper

Dr. Pepper addict

Source: thirtyhandmadedays.com via Julie on Pinterest

Eleventy is my favorite exaggerated number ie: Because of this stupid hurricane there are eleventy-five people at walmart but only 3 registers open.

Football Fan

Germ-o-phobe. Hand Sanitizer and Clorox wipes are my BFF, especially since Sassy came along.

Horrible Housekeeper. Other than dishes and laundry any real cleaning (aka dusting, vacuuming, toilet scrubbing, etc) that happens at my house is done by Mr. Pickles

Impatient

Source: None via Julie on Pinterest

Juvenile Delinquent. That’s a funny story that I’ll have to share with y’all some day.

Kappa Delta

Late for everything

Source: chapters.indigo.ca via Pinterest

Metallica Fan

Notary. I don’t think that’s special, I just couldn’t think of anything else for ‘N’

Orange is my favorite color

Quiet when around people I don’t know

Runner, or I used to be back when I had free time.

Sarcastic (or smart-ass depending on who you ask)

Tennessee Girl. No matter how long I live outside of TN it will always be home (sweet home, to me)

Source: google.com via Pinterest

University of Tennessee Alumni

Vertically Challenged. I’m a whole whopping 5’1”

Wonder if I’ll ever get to sleep past 7am again.

Xaiden is the name of my niece (pronounced zay-den)

Yo Gabba Gabba has infiltrated my brain and I randomly burst out into songs from that crazy ass show.

Source: gabbafriends.com via Pinterest

Zotz were one of my favoritest candies as a kid.

Source: candydirect.com via Pinterest

Wordless Wednesday

noreply@blogger.com (Julie @ Pickles and I Scream) — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 17:58:00 +0000