The way to this girl’s heart…is through potatoes.
I love potatoes in any form. Hash browns, french fries, scalloped, mashed, maybe the only way I don’t love them is raw. But my mama has been known to munch on a raw potato when she’s cuttin’ them up. Whilst enjoying some cheesy potatoes this week, I was taken back to an episode of Freaky Eaters, “When I eat cheesy potatoes, it instantly puts a smile on my face.” Yes, definitely, but thank God I didn’t get stuck there at age four. I do love variety. (I can’t imagine a cheesy potato prison. Watch this, a woman in a cheesy potato prison for 30 years. Wow. There are limitations to loving something. You with me?)
The way to this girl’s heart…is through claw machines. Yeah, that’s what I said, claw machines. If you aren’t familiar with a claw machine, here you go:
And yes, I was at Walmart. **Unashamed. I totally want to be like this guy. Summer goals. I have goals, people, goals. Best quote: “These two seem so gettable.” I totally think that when I’m trying for the panda in the corner. There is strategy here, for realz. I don’t play team sports, I’m an individual sport kinda girl. I play the claw machine, yo. Oh my garsh! (The next video that shows after this one is a Claw Science video. Wha? Yeah, Claw Science. I’m totes on that. More summer goals. By the way, I WON that pig on my first try. Then I got greedy and spent $3.50 more trying to win a panda.)
The way to this girl’s heart…is through happy endings. I love the end of the school year because it’s the END. We get to start over. (There’s a thing called summer, that we still get to have as ADULTS! We, teachers, deserve it because we encounter over 25 students ALL DAY & live through it. Some days are HARD, especially at the end of the year.) Summer is awesome. This, I look forward to. Even though I’m teaching summer school, I’m still THRILLED that it’s summer. (Thrilled. Did you hear me? Thrilled! I mean, I got to watch the Comey stream on my laptop and fall asleep midweek! Soap operas and naps on a Wednesday? This is the life.)
Listen to the song by Weezer because I’m telling you to.
Speaking of the end, it’s close. The near-ending to this unreal construction solar panel debacle is such a huge relief. We’re going to be ready for the final inspection by next week. What????? Hard to believe. Once that’s done, I will be so relieved. (If you pray, please ask the LAWD for grace during our final inspection. We would love for our inspector— Code Enforcement Officer, to not scrutinize the rest of our house when he comes in to observe the fire and carbon monoxide detectors. He is trained to find something wrong.)
Until next Friday. Love you loves.
Gastric Bypass Update:
I’ve gotten more exercise over the past few weeks than I have in years! My stamina has picked up and I’ve gotten over 11,000 steps many days over the past few weeks.
Let’s get real. Here’s what I still struggle with…body image. This is of a different sort, now that I’m thinner: my wrinkles, imperfect teeth, sagging skin on my legs and belly. Then I think, I COULD do a lot of reconstructive surgery, get lifted or enhanced boobs like so many other American women. But I’m kinda like, no. Not gonna do it. Why? It’s a rabbit hole for me. (Plus the entire budget that I could have spent on my body, I spent on my house. Lol.) So, y’all can deal, or not, with my gap, crazy teeth, and saggin’ skin. If I make you uncomfortable, you can always stop reading and stop watching. I’m here to remind you that imperfections are legitimately human. I love you. Deal. I have to…
Why You Keep Judging Me? 