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Celery Moments



I am devouring a plateful of celery enjoying its refreshing flavours.

I abhorred celery in the past, the sight and smell of it almost made me ill.

Now it is a comfort food.

Let that serve as a reminder that one never knows where ones tastes, life, or identity will take him.

I challenge you to look at your celery moments and smile at the juxtaposition of complex and simple, the ways you have changed and grown.

So. Much. Fun. Hops. Smiles.

Dustin

Postscript for poppets: The first pic is celery and, well, is celery. Got it? Coolio. The second pic reminds me of an outfit my Mama would wear and somehow make look remarkable. She is such a fashionable lady, so beautiful. :-) Aw, Mamas.

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nancycarlton said…
Knowing your Mom, I have to agree. I have never seen her when she didn't look great. As for celery being a comfort food - it would probably be a good thing for me if I thought of celery that way. My shape these days is less "poppet" and more "Stop It!"

Nancy
September 5, 2009 at 8:04 AM
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