Do you remember that dreams can become a reality?
I hadn't, and then suddenly it was. And like the absolute juvenile that I am that very second it happened it was a bigger moment than opening any Red Rider BB Gun ever could have been for Ralphie! I jumped... I giggled.... in worldess excitement (a very frightening concept for my boss, me worldless, obviously excited and that maliciously curious cheshire grin on my face that gives him heebees or jeebies on the average day) thrusting a piece of paper to anyone who would take it.
My Cottage Food Registry!!!
I was real!
Can you believe it? Seriously? No, for reals not fakes! I mean, seriously.... SERIOUSLY... me! My dream... my passion... my hope.... my.... oh dear God... I'm getting a little overwhelmed... sales, marketing, advertising, oh wait that's marketing, shopping, designing, creating debaucherous food concoctions......
But Wait!!!! Hit the brakes Frank! No pickles.
Devestation
Heartbreak
Gasping sobs
(Crushing seconds pass)
Duh! I never give up.... I just find a way around a hill I'm not supposed to climb :)
click click tap type click.... (in the word's of Ron White, if you knew morse code you'd already know the story) tap click..... contact is made, let's see if we can get someone in THE STATE (a representative of THE MAN) to champion me and my pickles. And I know just the contact!
That Saturday was my day to run my local Bountiful Basket site (www.bountifulbaskets.org doncha know!). There I run into a woman I've met hundreds... ok, dozens, I try not to exaggerate and have scolded myself seventeen kabillion times about this.... times. We chat. She's here to help volunteer. Excellent. Why so distracted? Oh, sorry, just started my new cottage food business and I'm trying to concoct jam recipes with what we're getting in our baskets today and trying to figure out how we can get pickles added to the food bill. Oh... well, you know my husband James.... he's responsible for that. You should talk!
Cue heavenly host of angels... no, really, I heard them.
As luck would have it, the day I packed my purse with a lovelybribe er, um, incentive, I should happen to run into both my friend who is a converted addict to all things Debauchery Kitchen and Nikki AND my local Assemblyman. "Please, sir, might we have pickles" I begged in my best Oliver Twist. "Well, we shall have to work on it" he responded in Daddy Warbucks fashion.
Am I being too dramatic? nah.....never
I hadn't, and then suddenly it was. And like the absolute juvenile that I am that very second it happened it was a bigger moment than opening any Red Rider BB Gun ever could have been for Ralphie! I jumped... I giggled.... in worldess excitement (a very frightening concept for my boss, me worldless, obviously excited and that maliciously curious cheshire grin on my face that gives him heebees or jeebies on the average day) thrusting a piece of paper to anyone who would take it.
My Cottage Food Registry!!!
I was real!
But Wait!!!! Hit the brakes Frank! No pickles.
Devestation
Heartbreak
Gasping sobs
(Crushing seconds pass)
Duh! I never give up.... I just find a way around a hill I'm not supposed to climb :)
click click tap type click.... (in the word's of Ron White, if you knew morse code you'd already know the story) tap click..... contact is made, let's see if we can get someone in THE STATE (a representative of THE MAN) to champion me and my pickles. And I know just the contact!
That Saturday was my day to run my local Bountiful Basket site (www.bountifulbaskets.org doncha know!). There I run into a woman I've met hundreds... ok, dozens, I try not to exaggerate and have scolded myself seventeen kabillion times about this.... times. We chat. She's here to help volunteer. Excellent. Why so distracted? Oh, sorry, just started my new cottage food business and I'm trying to concoct jam recipes with what we're getting in our baskets today and trying to figure out how we can get pickles added to the food bill. Oh... well, you know my husband James.... he's responsible for that. You should talk!
Cue heavenly host of angels... no, really, I heard them.
As luck would have it, the day I packed my purse with a lovely
Am I being too dramatic? nah.....never
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