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Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Episode 19 (Welcome to the Menopausedome)

 

When I was 14, this album was released:

 

Welcome to the Pleasuredome
Courtesy Jeff Bezos and his billions of ridiculous dollars. aka Amazon

 

Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s Welcome to the Pleasuredome. It was groundbreaking considering that they were openly gay in 1984. I LOVE THE HELL OUT OF THAT.

Very groundbreaking also considering that the word “period” wasn’t even allowed on television until a solid year later in a Playtex commercial. I HATE THE HELL OUT OF THAT.

 

I only know this because of research I did for my book and it was eye-opening, to say the least. I was 14-years-old when Frankie welcomed me to a pleasure dome of which I had not one clue and 15-years-old when Courtney Cox said the word “period” on TV.

I don’t remember it being groundbreaking but that might be because I am now 50 years old and there has been so much shit thrown my way in the past year alone that I can’t even remember what I ate for breakfast two days ago.

The point is that I decided it only fitting that I theme this month’s tater tot post around menopause-ish. Because even I am sick of the word menopause at this point.

Sit back, Relax (the song is about sex by the way), and welcome to the menopausedome.


In case you thought getting older was glamorous, I have to email myself reminders for things like shaving my upper lip, scheduling my first ever colonoscopy (after the pandemic ends, of course), and getting a shingles vaccine.

 

my next chapter

 

I officially entered menopause on September 23rd, as you already know and it turned out to be a nice day. Ella and I took the day off of homeschool, we ordered UberEats for lunch, then went to my parent’s house to social distance visit on their deck. It was just a lovely day all in all.

I finished my book three days after I entered menopause and now I am getting my bearings trying to figure out what is next for it while it goes off to friends to rip apart (it’s okay, I asked them to do that).

So now I breathe a bit, homeschool, and move onto the next project. I am loving where my head is (not as it pertains to pain) but rather where my headspace is as of late. I had some bumpy moments coming into my menopause month that I lovingly called turbulence. I had a lot of turbulence coming into menopause; the landing was rough, not going to lie but since being on the runway, I am doing okay.

The Universe book I have talked about over and over has helped me immensely over the past several months. It has cleared my headspace to make my landing so much smoother, especially during this pandemic.

 

 

This book is something I want to publish because I desperately love the writing that is inside of it and I want others to benefit from it. I wanted this book for me, I needed this book for me back in 2015 but never found it on the bookshelves. If just one woman reads it and feels less alone, less misunderstood, less “crazy”, I would feel so obscenely happy. If it does that for a couple more women? Oh man, that would be amazing. It was while writing it that I realized that the act of writing it was my therapy of healing from it. Deep thoughts. Too deep for a Monday morning or even a tater tot post.

Moving on.


 

blooming while falling apart

 

I planted zinnias in two pots on our patio back in May a week after I went to the emergency room for that stupid migraine, and I was still not feeling great but wanted to feel normal again and get back into a routine.

But my crappy migraine cycles began a week after the initial planting and I was pretty much out of it on and off for the next two months. I remember at one point or another looking outside at my poor zinnias and they were dead. Both pots that flanked the patio were both dying and me, the plant lover that I am, was just so sad.

I said to Mike one evening while I was on the patio trying to revive them, “they are sad like me”.

Over summer, I was working hard at trying to come back to life through doctor appointments in the city, treatments, medication, diet changes, etc..

 

 

Then one morning, I was drinking my coffee and noticed my zinnias coming back to life and I began to cry. THEY WANTED TO LIVE! I was in manageable pain but I was also slowly starting to come back to life too and I was cheering them on as much as I could muster. WE CAN DO THIS, LITTLE FLOWER. WE CAN DO THIS.

My sweet zinnias were cheering me on too. And so they began to come back to life several times this summer. Over and over, five times they grew. I would deadhead them, water them, talk to them, and they would grow back, bless their little hearts.

I have never loved flowers so much. The sweet zinnias that cheered me on, the summer I was in so much pain.

*Edited to add- should have named this Emotional Zinnias.

*Also, would have made an EXCELLENT rock band name.

 

 


screw it, I’m eating apple crisp

 

I found this recipe for apple crisp in August and I made it on Labor Day. I thought immediately of my friend Ernie who eats gluten-free but I also thought immediately of fall and decided that I would make it because I thought my husband and my youngest daughter might like it too.

 

It tasted amazing. I don’t take blog-worthy pictures because I eat my food out of the pan, not take pictures of it.

 

But I ended up eating the entire pan by myself that afternoon. Because of menopause.


 

au Naturale

 

Remember the hair intervention I talked about earlier this year? Well, in addition to letting my hair grow all willy nilly, I also haven’t colored my hair since February. I am apparently becoming a hippie. I don’t know what the hell happened. I think the mentality is, I am not leaving the house until the summer/fall of 2021, so who the hell cares what I look like.

 

My hair must really have been short to be this short after not getting truly cut since February

 

So I am in need of a really good babushka of some sort to cover my entire head. Like a bandana or a wrap that I can put around my head without looking like a fortune teller. Like a cool hippie from the sixties who smells of patchouli and knows where to get the good weed.


 

 

 links

 

Anything men can do I can do bleeding

My feelings matter too

What is slow living? Plus 5 things it’s not. 

School, as we know it, is over. Now it’s time to reimagine it

Doomscrolling during COVID-19: what it does to you and how you can avoid it

Here’s what the Gilmore Girls house would look like today (I’m not sure I like it, personally)

But will we ever wear bras again? (I’m looking at you, Rita and Katie)

The escapist land of “cottagecore”, from Marie Antoinette to Taylor Swift 


 

watch

 

We watched this on Hulu last month after she passed away and it was just so amazing. She was such a treasure. Even if you don’t agree with some of her stances or you are conservative, if you are a woman please take the time to watch it. She is an inspiration in what she did simply as a human being.

 

 

 

I found this TED talk when looking for a homeschool TED talk and now I am in love with this woman. Please watch the entire 30 minutes, it is worth it. Trust me.

 

 

Another good series is The Playbook which isn’t all about sports but if you like sports, you might like it.

I really like “Doc” Rivers and knew of him but wasn’t truly familiar with him until this year.

My husband is a huge sports fan; he is to sports what I am to music.

Over the years, I have picked up sports knowledge by listening to his ESPN shows and games from the other room but a lot of the time I watch alongside him because he is really good about watching the shows I love with me.

But I got to know Doc Rivers this year a bit more through different shows and I just really like what I’ve gotten to know so far and his episode on The Playbook is definitely worth watching because it is a lot less about basketball and a lot more about life.

He discusses a way of living he was introduced to that I will be touching on next month because I want to research it in depth. It is so inspiring and I can’t believe I am just hearing about it now at the age of 50.

Watch his segment. Please.

 

I was a sophomore in high school when the Challenger exploded mid-air and I will remember it forever.

The first thing I thought of when we began watching this documentary (which is broken into four parts for those with shorter attention spans = ME), is that it made me proud to be an American again which for a lot of us, is something we are struggling with currently.

The takeaway is that this could have been avoided, something that I never really knew until last month and it made me so mad at people in positions of power who have no business making life and death decisions based on monetary gain.

Watch this one too and let me know what your thoughts are.

I really should have discussion posts after the tater tot posts so we can discuss the things we watch. Kind of like a book club for documentaries. Something to think about or look forward to for winter?

 


 listen

 

Found this on Spotify last month and I can’t stop listening to this over and over. It’s not a Christian song, don’t let the name fool you. 

 

And this one too:

 

 

And I could not forget:


fu**ing mod cakes

 

 

These should be illegal.

But oh so tasty.


thinkers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 universal

 

 

Speaking of the Universe book I talked about earlier, I have been starting each day by opening it and wherever it lands, considering it a sign from said Universe. Then I begin reading while drinking my morning coffee and it has ended up being church for me.

I love that.

 

 

I have noticed that as it has started to cool down, I am beginning to slow down as well. I sit in the stillness of the morning before the house wakes up and I am trying to take it all in more.

And almost always the book holds a message I needed. Something that fits where I am struggling in that moment of my life. I take the book and let it fall to the table and wherever the pages land, that is where I look. I let fate decide what I will be reading that day.

 

 

In a time where there doesn’t seem like there is much to look forward to, I have found something to look forward to each day.

 


Christian donuts

 

Since this is October, I want to share with you a recipe for donuts that is so, so, so good. I found this on Pinterest in September and made them one day when I was really blue.

 

 

I lit some candles because the Christian donuts felt like they warranted them.

 

 

The recipe comes from a blogger who shares that she is a Christian which is lovely but my blog is full of a lot of FU**S and SHITS and FARTS AND POOPS.

It made pause because the day after I made the delicious Christian donuts, I ended up with quite a headache.

I considered it a sign from God to tone it down with the fu**s and shits and farts and poops.

So enjoy the holy donuts.

They’re really good AND you won’t have to go to church after eating them.

 


I love to fart and I am not afraid to tell you this

I Love To Fart T-Shirt, Hoodie, Tank Top – Chummy Tees
Courtesy/Chummy Tees

 

 

Speaking of farts.

LISTEN, I don’t have much to live for these days, and not too many things bring me happiness anymore. Except for those stupid mod cakes and the entire pan of apple crisp, Christian donuts, and the occasional rage singing in my car.

But there is just nothing, NOTHING, like a good fart when you are in menopause.

It is pure unadulterated joy.

HEY! I PAY MY TAXES DAMMIT, DON’T JUDGE ME.*

*I wrote this before he went to the hospital with COVID, I don’t want to sound insensitive. 

Then I decided that I wanted to take a poll because my friend Ally does it occasionally on her blog and she told me how to do it.

Now that I know how, I will be adding polls to every post from now.

Aren’t you glad you found my blog?

Don’t answer that. I will create a poll.

 

Little things that make me happy and are easy ways to get me through each day, so I am tucking those things away for later.

Armoring myself up for the long winter ahead.

More about that in November’s tater tot post.

I promise to get all of you through the long winter, as well.

One toot at a time.

Toot, toot, toot.

 

20 thoughts on “Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Episode 19 (Welcome to the Menopausedome)”

  1. Way back in March my wife’s regular yarn store (and it’s really a cool thing that she has a regular yarn store) mailed out zinnia seeds to a bunch of their customers because they said zinnias represent love in absence. I think we should also add “survival” to what they represent.
    Anyway I believe my Y-chromosome is enough to say how I feel about farting but I registered a “yes” vote. And even in these turbulent times another thing that makes me proud to be an American is that Benjamin Franklin wrote an essay called “Fart Proudly”.

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    1. Your comments are bringing me joy in the most troubling of times, Christopher.
      Also, there used to be a store called Ben Franklin that sold yarn in the Ohio town where I grew up and I felt like it fit nicely with this comment. It felt very full-circle. 😊

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  2. Well this is the way to start a Monday- getting mentioned in Kari’s Tater Tot post. I am gonna need to try the Apple crisp. Yum.

    I remember being in freshman algebra watching as the Challenger exploded. I look forward to watching the documentary. And I will have to come back and watch some of those links.

    Love the middle finger quote and the ‘enjoy your next 240 periods’ one. Too funny!

    Wow- the book is done? Congrats. I hope you get great constructive feedback on it.

    Love that your flowers made a comeback. I planted some inpatients or something (?) in boxes on the railing of the deck. They looked great. Then they died. But before I could clean the boxes out (who am I kidding- end of fall I just shove em back in garage) they bloomed again. But only the pink ones- not the white. Weird?

    I did not know that period was not said on TV until 1986. Crazy.

    Enjoy your Monday!

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    1. I made that apple crisp again and I did something wrong the second time and it wasn’t as good; definitely error on my part. It was delicious so I know you will really love this recipe.

      I have two barrels that also flank the driveway and I always plant flowers in them but the one on the left never does well. The one on the right blooms insanely well. Something is amiss and I plan to get to the bottom of it. I never cared before the pandemic. But now, I need to get to the bottom of it.

      I didn’t know that period Playtex fact either. Stunning, really.

      Happy Monday, friend. 😘

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  3. I’m sorry your zinnias. Some years are like that. I need to make some apple crisp, it is that time of year. I’ve gone full hippy hair. Give me a few more months and I’ll look like Carol King on the cover of Tapestry.

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  4. You can’t remember what you ate for breakfast two days ago…oh, honey, you’re lucky if I can remember what I ate for breakfast today!

    Love your zinnias story.

    I still have that Universe book in my Amazon wish list. I’m waiting for the price to go down. Ho hum!

    Your hair…I think it looks cute! You’re lucky your hair looks that good after not getting it cut or colored for so long. I can’t even stand what my hair looks like after six weeks! I actually have to start wearing headbands and that ain’t pretty. That’s the one thing that I’ve been keeping up on – my hair.

    The TED talk was fantastic. Thank you. Going to check out some of your other links.

    Whoever that young woman, Halsey is ~ she has a beautiful voice. Hadn’t heard of her.

    I’m definitely a farter but I rarely burp. I guess it has to come out of one end or the other!

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    1. I usually eat the same thing so that’s even more concerning. 😳

      It’s such a good book and I have used it so much since I bought it, well worth the 15 dollars I paid.

      My hair must have had a lot of layers in it because it looks pretty short from the back still. And I feel like the color looks dark but in pictures it doesn’t look all that bad. It’s the gray coming through that’s freaking me out a bit. Just need to get used to it.

      I’m so glad you liked her TED talk. I love her so much. Just so inspiring.

      Halsey is so amazing. I love almost everything she sings. Also love the song, Without Me.

      Who doesn’t love a good fart now and then? Although lately it’s been more now than then. 😂

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  5. I put a bra on yesterday because I had to actually go into work for a minute, and it was so uncomfortable. All of my future wardrobe choices for tops will be garments in which I will feel comfortable going braless. Period. (Yeah, it is great not to have periods anymore. I hope Courtney is able to feel truly comfortable these days, with the comfort that comes from not having to stuff a wad of cotton up yourself OR worry about getting pregnant.)

    I took your poll. I’m with the majority, for sure. I will always remember with delight a rainy camping trip in which my mother and one of her usually-proper best friends sat at the camper trailer table drinking wine and talking stupid (something my mom rarely does) and decided that America needed a different FFA club–the Free Farters of America. We still laugh about that.

    Having recently immersed myself deep in the Gilmore world, I can testify that all those imaginings of the modern-day living room are crap. Did they ever look at Luke’s apartment? Or Lorelei’s living room? Or Rory’s bedroom? No, clearly they didn’t. Did that person see Lorelei’s horror when Emily decided to Mari Kondo her house? Surely not.

    Finally, yes to Frankie. But ohmygod that video! What was going on with that white glove and the Members Onlyish leather jacket? Dang.

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    1. I am making a Free Farters of America tee shirt. I absolutely adore that.

      I whole-heartedly agree with all of those Gilmore Girls’ statements. It’s like they used Emily Gilmore’s decorator to redo all of those rooms; or more than likely used someone who had never watched the show, to begin with. By the way, it’s 20 years old this fall so I am watching it all again. I always watch GG in the fall for some reason.

      I miss the 80s, especially now. 🙂

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  6. Ooh, a bookclub but for documentaries sounds fun.

    Come to my house if you like farts. My kids view it as a competition of sorts, which drives me crazy. It’s kinda cute with BG, because she’s so tiny and cute anyway, but then there’s LM with all his nastiness. Lawd.

    I am so excited for you and your novel! I think being able to start and finish something like that is such an accomplishment ❤

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    1. Doesn’t it? Especially as the weather gets cooler and our country gets darker and darker. 😂

      I love a good old fashioned fart competition!

      I’m excited too, especially now that I’m done with the initial writing of it! But I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me.

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  7. OK, so I voted on the fart poll, but I need to add a caveat. I enjoy farting, I mean I’m human. BUT I do not support my husbands farts. Every one of his farts is a celebration, and it’s one I am forced to attend. There is a big difference between women farts and man farts. I don’t care how sexist it makes me feel, I don’t support men’s farts.

    Also that cake looks dangerously good. Like my mallomars, too dangerous for humans.

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  8. What is wrong with you?
    You really do make me laugh…thanks for that.
    Emotional Zinnias. That would be a great band name.
    I’m adding The Playbook and The Challenger to my Netflix list.
    I love Halsey and Frankie Goes to Hollywood. I had a funky white short sleeve sweatshirt in the 80’s that had RELAX in fluorescent pink writing. I was all about Frankie and I thought I was cool.

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    1. I ask myself that question HOURLY, Suz. I really should change the blog name to What is WRONG With Me?
      Emotional Zinnias with an opening band called The Anxious Geraniums.
      I HAVE ANOTHER DOCUMENTARY! “Dick Johnson is Dead”. Mike and I watched it last night and I was crying at the end like I was a family member of Dick’s. It is quirky, lovely, weird, and just amazing. I know you will love it.

      I loved the year of the RELAX tee shirts, the neon, all of it. It was a great time to be alive and young in the 80s. 🙂

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