That’s part three in French because I am expanding my horizons as it pertains to blog titles.
Okay, I will admit that the last edition of tater tot post was a little long.
The problem was that I took two months to write it, so it became like one of those grocery lists you create over a two week period because you are too lazy to go to the actual store but keep using shit from the pantry until the list becomes ginormous and you finally have to break down and go to the grocery store?
Yeah. That was the last tater tot post.
That two month period was also in my ugly season aka winter, as well as smack dab in the middle of full-blown daily panic attacks.
I guess you could say I used you for therapy.
So I’m sorry about that.
I also changed the graphic to the dog this month because I felt like it softened the blow of the last TT post.
On to the random.
I found this picture from my favorite stock photo website while looking for another potato-themed graphic for this series and now I never want to eat french fries again:
If you are a blogger/writer and are looking for stock photos to fill space in a post when you don’t have pictures, Pexels is the best. You just type in what you are looking for and KABLOOEY there are hundreds of pictures that you can
steal take use without having to give photo credit.
That isn’t sponsored or anything, I just like giving tips and it is too random to fit into its own post because HELLO TATER TOT POST.
I was at Aerie with my oldest daughter in March and saw this picture in the fitting room area:
That, my friends, is a real body and I love Aerie a lot more now.
Fortnite is a video game that has been hugely popular for a while now and I know really nothing about it other than a lot of kids/adults like to play it.
Ella doesn’t play Fortnite but she does love the dances, which she has learned from friends who do play it.
But the dances have come from other places, so we found a great video that shows the origination of some of them.
Why am I sharing this with you? Because you will know a lot of the dances and maybe you can show your skills to some little kid.
We’ve been doing “jubilation” aka The Elaine since you weren’t even a zygote. Move over, Wyatt.
We visited Mike’s grandparents and uncles graves a few weeks back and it turns out they are about eight plots away from Cardinal Francis George.
See those orange cones in front of that car? That is the big guy himself. Well, he’s not himself, but you know what I mean.
To clarify any ideas that this is a fancy cemetery for only the wealthy, it is not. His grandparents were off-the-boat Irish, his grandmom worked nights as a nurse and his grandpop was a Chicago cop. But they were strict Irish Catholic, so I am sure they saved more money for the burial than they did for groceries.
It’s a thing.
So it just goes to show you, it doesn’t matter what you do on earth, we all end up in a similar fashion.
Eight plots away from a highly regarded Catholic priest.
I’m a Methodist, I have no idea how this works.
I know a lot of people are divided on whether or not they like country music but sometimes a country song just feels right.
Like this one:
Back in January, I shared with you my new fireplace surround in the post, Big Blue Wall.
I shared with everyone, proudly, that I painted the white surround with primer. (The picture got lost in the migration……act like you know what I am talking about).
When a few of our neighbor friends were over in February playing cards, they were looking at our surround and commenting how amazing the wall looks when one of my friends stopped and said (looking at the white surround), “when are you gonna finish it?”
Her- it’s not finished; it’s primer.
Her- yes, I think it’s primer.
Me- you’re on crack.
Her- why is it so chalky looking then?
Me- have another shot, Linda.
Her- IT’S PRIMER.
Me (going to the basement step where the can of “paint” still was)- oh shit. It’s primer.
Her- laughing hysterically
So I am painting my fireplace surround.
I first saw this project on CBS Sunday Morning (one of the best shows on TV, honestly), and it got me completely fascinated.
It’s called Post Secret and basically, people from all over the world send in their deep dark secrets anonymously on a postcard and he shares them on his blog.
It then became an exhibit at a San Diego museum and now he travels all over to talk about it.
Here are just a few examples:
If you feel like you might love doing something like this, here is the information:
Lastly, this graphic makes me smile.
I may write an entire post in Latin swear words.
Also, bite my balls needs to be used more.
Morde meum globes, I mean.