Pico De Gallo for the month of Mayo

I have decided that I shall send the 10 year old child to the moon.
She is a nut and a half and I only know how to deal with seeds.

She is trying out 070-411 for next years drama club production of Beauty and the Beast.
And I wanted her to practice for me.
And she wanted me to shrivel up and stop bothering her.

Me: So, Babette is a feather duster. And French.  You probably need to be very frilly, with a funny accent.

Her: I don’t want to do this with you. It’s easier at school.

Me: I didn’t ask you if you wanted to practice with me. I’m telling you. Go.

Her: But I don’t want to.

Me: I didn’t ask you if you wanted to. Do it.

Her: But I don’t want to.

Me: Do it. NOW!

Her: But I don’t want to.

Me: Fine. I’m telling your father.

That didn’t go too well.  I keep trying to tell her I’m brilliant. That I’m smart, and artsy, and an excellent actress. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t believe me. So, she huffed out the door on her way to school, and I grumbled in disobedient contempt.

Until I found this on the dining room table.
A poem written by my artistic, sometimes melancholic, old soul child.
She has enough on her mind, without having to deal with my shenanigans.

The Ways of Blue

Blue is fire from the stove, and ice from the arctic, and is
light of all weight that it could ever have.
Blue is the taste of bitter foods.
Sweet fresh blueberries and salty oceans smell blue.
Helpless young children 70-410 make me feel blue.
Blue is the sound of peace being made and crying tears
of sadness.
Blue is the islands, the sky above, and heaven where God
is everywhere and so is blue.
Death and sadness combined is blue.
Love and hate is also blue.
Blue is everywhere and in everything.
by Shelbi Woodard
I don’t think I’ll send her to the moon.  I want her right here with me. In my arms.
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Did I ever tell you, my favorite color is blue.
It’s true.
The poem made me boo-hoo.
I think she got her rhyming skillz from me.
Mother of three,
plus one, who has fun
in the sun.
Yeah. You can say it. I’m bad ass.
Blogger, actress, mother, poet extraordinaire.
Plus. . .
Maker of all things Pico de Wow-O. Yeah buddy. You better recognize.

Pico de Gallo


2 1/2 cups tomatoes, diced and seeded
1/2 cup red onion, diced
1 jalapeno pepper, diced (seeds and veins removed if you don’t want it hot)
1 TB garlic, minced (about 2 cloves)
4 TB lime juice (aprox. 2 limes)
4 TB cilantro, chopped
1/2 tsp coarse salt
Pepper, to taste


1. In a large bowl combine all the ingredients. Tastes even better the longer it sits. If it lasts that long.

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