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Hello Blogstalkers,

So maybe you've noticed if you've tried to comment lately that you are no longer allowed to do so anonymously.  This is because I was getting approximately one million SPAM comments a day and while my filter was snapping most of them up before they actually posted, I was still getting an email per comment, as I do with each and every wonderful comment anyone makes on this site.

And sometimes it would get annoying in the morning to see that I had 317 emails alerting me to blog comments and be all like, "I've gotten popular overnight!" and "No time to check these emails, must just quickly send letter to husband to let him know I'm a sensation and he should prepare to be recognized in the streets"... and then realize that 300 of the emails were SPAM comments informing me on the subject of things like lubrication.**

And that one of the other 17 was a reminder email that I had sent myself the night before that said, "Still not famous huh?" and "I certainly hope you didn't freak out about being famous again this morning only to realize you were just being spammed.  Because that would be embarrassing for you."

Which all just meant that instead of my day starting with toast smeared with nutella and marshmallow fluff, like a morning should start, it began with me shouting "If you don't stop with these hateful comments I'm going to block you altogether!"  To myself.

**And not even useful things about lubrication.  Because that week the dogs were both sick I could have used a good lube tip or two.  Like "If you are having someone coming over to your house to measure for blinds today you probably should remove the KY (which I use for temperature taking), bowl of boiled chicken and iPad tuned to Curious George from your kitchen counter lest the blinds person see it and think you eat cold chicken, watch monkey cartoons and then do sex things.  THAT IS NOT THE LIFE OF A STAY AT HOME MOM, SIR.  I mean, I wish.

But anyway, I digress from the original purpose of this post.  Which was to tell you about what happened yesterday.  Namely, I was unpacking the last couple of boxes in the basement from when we moved this Spring and I came across this:


So of course at first I was intrigued and quickly opened the white box to see what was inside.  Was it potatoes?  No it was not.  It was photos.  The brown box was correctly labeled and also held photographs so this was not an ol' switcheroo situation in which Ryan tried to prank me by putting his potatoes in the box labeled photos and vice versa.

So after that I took a step back and considered the situation.  At first I was like, "If there are photos in both of these boxes then where are the potatoes?"  And then I was like, "It's shameful to be your brain sometimes, you know that?"

But as I eventually figured, one of two things was going on.  Ryan had written potatoes on the box to try to be funny or Ryan had been trying to write 'photos' but was caught up thinking about dinner or something and had accidentally written 'potatoes'.  I was so sure it was the second one that I called Ryan to the basement and laughed at how dumb he is to his face.

I was all, "That's your new nickname! Ryan Potatoes!" And in my head I was making plans to gather the dogs and Fiona into our bed the next morning and jump on him and shout "MASHED POTATOES!"

Until he pointed out that it wasn't his handwriting on the white box.

It was mine.

At first I tried being defensive.  "Don't try to blame this on me, POTATOES."

But eventually I had to admit that I was indeed the one that had done the writing.

And I can not for the life of me remember why. (I'm blaming it on the fact that I was tired because of the new baby.)

But it did give me some inspiration for future moves.  Because I'd really like to see how a team of movers would react if all the boxes were labeled things like: "Left Socks" and "Rap Music CDs (Box 3 of 7)" and "Mouses - Computer" and "Mouses - Other" and "Lauren - Science Medals" and "Ryan - Science Medals - This Box Is Empty".

But for now, I'm off to bed.  Ryan and I both have early alarms tomorrow morning.

Mine looks like this:

Tater Tot.


Ryan's used to look like this:

That is a glare, not dust.  

Now it looks like this:

(As explained by THIS POST and THIS POST)
Poor poor Potatoes.

26 comments:

  1. Spam is the worst. I've gotten spoiled by my WordPress blog, which not only sends suspected spam to a spam folder but also knows enough not to alert me... but I also have a Blogger blog that annoyingly emails me with every comment, spam or not.

    Also, your alarm clock is the most adorable. I imagine it would be hard to feel grumpy waking up to that... but then, she probably doesn't look like that when she's squawking to wake you up. (If your baby squawks, that is. I shouldn't presume to know what sounds she makes early in the morning.)

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    1. I actually adore getting emails for reader comments because I want to be sure I've read every single one but those anonymous ones were driving me mad.

      And my alarm doesn't actually squawk. She sits up in her crib and shouts MAMAMAMA until I awake. It's the best part of my day.

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  2. my blog is not yet popular enough for spam blog comments, but I assume it's just a matter of time...

    I know a lot of bloggers just turn the comments off, but that would be so sad!

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    1. I think comments are my favorite part of blogging. It helps me personally connect to all of you so I'll never turn them off.

      So far this seems to be working!

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  3. You and those last few pictures just made my night. Thanks, Mrs. Potatoes.

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    1. I always forget that if I give Ryan a nickname then I have to be Mrs. That Nickname. It plagues me. Marriage is so full of challenges.

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    2. Nonsense! Potatoes is his middle name thus you can still be Mrs Gallagher. Maybe it can be his mob name, Ryan Potaoes Gallagher.

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  4. I'm so enjoying your Halloween Sneak Attack on Ryan- I mean on Potato! Also, Fiona is one of the most adorable babies I have ever seen.

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  5. Your alarm is way cuter than his alarm... but I'm also a pretty big fan of his alarm. I must have one. Of his. Not yours. That'd be creepy. I'm gonna leave now.

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    1. I just got his at Michaels. There was a tiny lady too and I was like "These could be cake toppers!" And then I almost bought them for my BFF's wedding. But then I remembered that her theme is 'classic' and not 'skeleton band'.

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  6. I have a dirty secret to confess - I don't really like babies (I KNOW! It's like Potatoes not liking Halloween, or Christmas, or anything festive and fun). But, that little Tater Tot makes me squee! Those 'ittle teeth! And the gorgeous Disney eyes! And she's so damn happy.

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    1. Thank You! That's so nice. And hey, to each their own on babies. I don't love avocados (Ryan does so I still eat them in recipes) and that tends to get people up in arms.

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  7. Your alarm and my alarm seem to have similar qualities. However, mine seems to be faulty. It didn't wake either of us up this morning and allowed us to sleep in until 8 AM. It was weird and we were worried our alarm became unplugged in the night.

    Thankfully all is fine and our alarm just wasn't set properly for this morning. She says she'll make up for it by going off at random times tonight.

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    1. 8 AM is what time I sleep until on Saturdays (or Dad-urdays) after I wake up and feed Fiona first thing and then pass her off to Ryan. 8 AM is glorious and I envy you. I do hope your alarm rethinks her position on tonight though!

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  8. This is totally not a spam comment because I am not talking to you about lubricant.

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    1. This seems spammy...delete.

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  9. When my BFF's family was preparing to move, we were the most wonderful of 14-year-olds. We labeled their moving boxes with things like "Crack Babies" and drew eyeballs all over them. I bet those movers would have been thrilled to see "potatoes" on a box.

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    1. Oh 14 year old angsty Katie. Our most current movers asked if, when viewing my complicated numbering system, "4" meant heavy. It did not. It meant "Library". Poor movers. There were 37 boxes of books. Maybe I'll label those boxes "Feathers" next time around. And then also give the movers an enormous tip. Because let's face it, the next time around there are going to be 137 boxes of feathers.

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  10. You have such an adorable alarm. I quite like Ryan's alarm, too. Now I feel the urge to make mine more festive. Perhaps I'll let him sleep in skeleton face paint. Hmm, no, that'll be rubbed off by morning. I guess Halloween pajamas will have to do.

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    1. We just got our Halloween pajamas! And by we I mean Fiona and me of course. Ryan's pajamas don't even have shirts.

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  11. Ryan's alarm is perfect! Who wouldn't want to wake up to that? My alarm now sleeps in a toddler bed and is kind enough to come to me--I'm so lucky! Sometimes he goes into stealth mode and doesn't make a peep--I just wake up to him staring intently at my face. Fun times!

    Speaking of Halloween, have you come up with a fabulous costume for your cute family? We've been on the hunt (with my hubby leading the way--WEIRD) and are not impressed with the options for a 3 person family, especially those tailored to little dudes.

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  12. I was expecting this to be a story about a trick you fooled yourself with involving Spam, the food (?). LoL... At least potatoes brought it back into the food-ish realm. (-ish because there weren't any actual potatoes, either hahaha) I just adore the parts of my day that include you!!

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  13. I recently helped my sister and her husband move, and I labeled the boxes I packed as clearly as possible-- e.g. "Pete's sexy motorcycle jacket and other crap from your hall closet," "I can't believe you're moving the contents of your junk drawer to CO," etc. I hope they appreciated my specificity.

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  14. No potatoes involved in this post. I feel cheated. The Fiona picture makes up for it but only *marginally*.

    That's a lie. If you wrote a post that read, "Guess what?!? I've just implemented an elaborate identity theft scam so whenever you view my blog, your credit card info magically becomes mine, ALL MINE. Thanks for the shopping spree, suckas!!" I'd be pretty upset but follow it with a picture of Fiona and I'd totally forgive you.

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  15. "Ryans science medals, this box is empty" ha ha ha! Does he have any trophies or anything from volleyball? Poor Ryan... I like the idea of labeling your boxes of books "feathers". Pure genius! Your alarm clock is the cutest ever, his is pretty festive, but you may only want to let him use that on Sundays, as Saturdays are for the "sand" alarm. :)

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