I need to be completely honest with you all. I don’t like the new block editor. For all of you who don’t blog, you won’t understand, but this affects you because I don’t like to write as much as I used to.
I came across a blog post by Drew at The Tattooed Book Geek that exactly expressed what I was trying to say, so go here to read his far more eloquent words.
I feel like I want to cry when I write. I get frustrated, and this whole block editor thing has taken the pleasure out of blogging for me. THIS is why I like the podcast. But then I hear some of you don’t want to listen to my podcast, which makes me want to cry even more.
I’ve recently felt disconnected from my readers. I’ve also had a few odd negative events in the last few months. Nothing connected to each other. But all in all, they’ve made me feel disillusioned with humanity. My positivity bubble has a hole in it.
I don’t like that.
But I’ve discovered a new blog to read, The Tattooed Book Geek. And you may have one as well. So that’s the good news.
Choke on this
I’ve been a fan of boba tea (also known as bubble tea) for many years. But it’s becoming a fad, which is annoying because I’m hearing boba is becoming scarce.
I blame TikTok.
So my friend suggested we open our own boba tea stand. This is a fantastic idea.
I was talking to Mike about it one afternoon in the car while drinking boba tea.
For those who are unfamiliar with boba tea, it’s made up of tea, milk, ice and large tapioca pearls. The straws are large enough to allow the tapioca to pass through.
So I’m telling Mike about our business, the name of our boba tea stand, and everything else when several of the tapioca that I sucked via the straw become lodged in my throat. I choke. I feel as if I can’t breathe.
While he’s driving, I’m texting my friend, the co-owner of the business, about how we should start a stand selling the STUFF I AM CHOKING ON.
If that isn’t a sign from the Universe, I don’t know what is.
Here is an article explaining boba.
Humans are strange creatures. I read something new every day and wonder, “Why do I care about what other people think of me?”
I hate the following phrase, yet I’m going to use it.
I was today years old when I learned that the Michelin stars restaurants use to assess fine dining are the same Michelin that are on your automobile.
I read in an article “this prestigious restaurant rating is from a tire company.”
Car tire and prestige don’t seem to belong in the same sentence, do they?
Here is a brief history.
In the podcast, I revealed that I have a mannequin body part living in my house, to which Mike responded that it wasn’t living at all.
My friend Andrea sent this to me in the mail about a week ago:
You may read about how Amandequin came into Andrea’s life here.
I’ve enjoyed watching Amandequin live her best life over the years. But it was during the pandemic that I realized how much I truly needed Amandequin in my life. Her Instagram account was saving me. Take a peek if you have the time, and don’t forget to follow.
People who will bring a life size mannequin to public places for a photo shoot are my kind of people.
So Andrea sent a piece of Amandequin to me for my birthday. It’s on loan, of course. But silly me, I was supposed to place the hand in specific ways to make it appear as though I had ALL of her with me.
Currently, I have a mannequin hand in my purse, as you do. I need to be prepared for photo opportunities.
What I’ve been listening to on auto-repeat.
The above song comes off of The Carpenter’s tribute album If I were a Carpenter. You can read about it here.
I love the Weeknd simply because he makes so many songs that sound like 1985.
Thank you, Maddie for reminding me of this one…
What I’ve been reading this month…
I’ve never read Eats, Shoots & Leaves, but I’ve always wanted to. I’m so glad I’m finding time.
This book was required reading as a result of my positivity bubble being popped. So far, it is going very well. I borrowed it from the library, but I’m thinking of buying it because it’s one of those books that you can refer to again and again.
This is a great documentary following several high school students who were nominated “most likely to succeed” over the course of a decade.
Unfortunately, I’m ending this month’s tater tot post on a sad note. Back in December, I told you about my friend Tonda, who had a terminal illness and was in a nursing home.
She died last week. She was fifty years old.
Thank you to everyone who took the time out of their day to send her a card last year. I’m sure it meant a lot to her. Because kindness is the one word I would use to describe Tonda.
She was such a kind human being.
This picture was taken right before I graduated high school.
Excuse my narcissistic pink circle. It’s permanently there from another post.
Over winter, I was discussing Tonda with my dear friend Vikki. When I asked her if Tonda attended our last class reunion, she laughed. Then she texted me this picture:
My brain, fried from five years of migraine medicines and a shitty perimenopause, had forgotten that I’d sat with her the entire evening.
Once I stared at the picture, I remembered we’d gotten drunk on vodka cokes and had been laughing virtually the entire night. At what, I do not recall, but a huge part of why I’d had such an good time at the reunion was because of Tonda.
I found this page in that book I mentioned, A Year of Positivity:
Happy May, my friends.