I need to be honest with all of you. 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 was trying to describe my feelings about this to all of you, but felt like you wouldn’t understand.
So I googled I hate the block editor instead to find like-minded people I could connect with.
I found a blog post by Drew at The Tattooed Book Geek and he said what I wished to express perfectly, so head here to read his much more eloquent words.
I feel like I want to cry when I write. I get frustrated and this entire block editor experience has taken the fun out of blogging for me. THIS is why I like the podcast more. But then I hear some of you don’t wish to listen to my podcast, and that makes me want to cry more.
I’ve just felt disconnected from my readers lately. I’ve also had some random negative experiences over the past couple of months. Nothing connected to each other. But all added up, they’ve made me feel disenchanted with humanity a little. My positivity bubble has a hole in it.
I don’t like that.
But I have a new blog to read, The Tattooed Book Geek. And you possibly have one, too. So there’s the positive.
Choke on this
I’ve loved boba tea (also known as bubble tea) for many years. But it’s becoming a trend now, and that’s annoying because now I’m hearing boba is becoming hard to find.
I blame TikTok.
So one day, my friend suggested we open our own boba tea stand. I loved that idea.
I was talking to Mike about it one afternoon in the car while drinking boba tea.
For those who don’t know what boba tea is, it’s tea, milk, ice and large tapioca pearls. The straws are large so the tapioca can fit through them.
So I’m telling Mike about our business, the name of our boba tea stand, all of it when several of the tapioca I suck through the straw get lodged in my throat. I choke. Like I can’t breathe.
While he is driving and I am explaining how we should open a stand selling the things I am choking on as I am texting my friend, the co-owner of the business.
If that isn’t a sign from the Universe, I don’t know what is.
Here is an article explaining boba.
Humans are weird. I read stuff every day and think, why do I worry about what other people think?
I hate this next term, but I’m going to use it.
I was today years old when I learned the Michelin stars restaurants use to rate fine dining is the same Michelin that is on your car tire.
I saw an article that said “this prestigious restaurant rating is from a tire company.”
Car tire and prestige don’t feel like they belong in the same sentence, do they?
Here is a brief history.
I mentioned in the podcast that I have a mannequin body part living in my home, to which Mike suggested it wasn’t living at all.
I received this in the mail a week ago from my friend Andrea:
You can read the backstory of how Amandequin came into Andrea’s life here.
Over the years, I have enjoyed watching Amandequin live her best life. But it was during the pandemic when I truly needed Amandequin in my life. Her Instagram account was saving me. Definitely take a peek if you have the time and follow as well.
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 pretend that I had all of her with me by positioning the hand in certain ways.
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 before, but always wanted to. I’m so glad I’m finding time.
Because of my positivity bubble being popped, this book was needed. So far, it is very good. I got it from the library, but I’m thinking of buying it because it’s one of those books you can refer to over and over.
This is a great documentary following several high school students who were nominated “most likely to succeed” over the course of a decade.
I want to close out this month’s tater tot post on a sad note. I mentioned to you back in December about my friend Tonda, who had a terminal illness and was in a nursing home.
She passed away last week. She was 50 years old.
She had a very aggressive form of ALS. Thankfully, she had a former classmate of ours, Allison, who was a nurse at the nursing home where she lived the past several months of her life. She was honestly Tonda’s earth angel. Thank you to everyone who was kind enough to take time out of your day to send her a card last year. I know it must have meant a lot to her, because that 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.
I was talking to my dear friend (and pea) Vikki over winter about Tonda. I asked if Tonda went to the reunion in 2018 and she laughed at me. Then she texted me this picture:
My brain, fried from five years of migraine medications 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 were laughing almost the entire night. At what, I do not recall, but a huge part of why I’d had such an amazing 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.