The Truth About Blueberry Dinosaurs

People have asked me:

"Tessa, why is your blog called Blueberry Dinosaurs?"

Well dear people, I know it is hard for you to believe, but as a child I was a nerd.

I read about dinosaurs. I thought about dinosaurs. I loved dinosaurs. I rattled off dinosaur names I couldn't even pronounce. The bathroom looked like a dinosaur shrine. Including the toothpaste. I even headed archeological digs with hand shovels in my backyard.

And then I turned a year older and I fell in love for the first time. I was given a large, blue stuffed Brontosaurus. Blueberry. He loved dinosaurs just as much as I did.

To my beloved Blueberry: For the adventures we shared from eating palm trees (aka: salad) to hiding from T-Rex (aka: Sister) this blog is dedicated to you.

Whew. I am so glad that now I am so cool and have a blog.