Monday, March 18, 2013

French Fries and Other Tragedies

Spilled French Fries with Ketchup
Bloody Fries

I tried to put this post up yesterday, but got distracted reading up on SEO. I didn't get very far with my research, getting pulled away to do "kid stuff," which is a-okay. I really did want to get this post up though. The picture was taken for a photo prompt over at Wordsmith Studio, "Take a Picture! - Yuck!" It was my son's suggestion for the title, "Bloody Fries."

Stepping back to Friday, I was at Disneyland for my son to attend a school tour with his class. After the tour, I told him I had to remember to take a photo of something gross. Well, you know boys and gross! He was into it. He found a disgusting pile on the ground that looked like partially-digested chicken gizzards. Unfortunately, the line we were in was moving faster than I could get my camera out, so I missed it. As we moved away, three little girls were leaning in, saying, "What is that?"

Then after my son's baseball game on Saturday, he found this pile of fries on the ground. It didn't make me say, "Gross" as much as some other things at the park (um, what about those honey buckets?), but I figured it was a more tasteful picture for my blog.

And now as I'm writing this, I realize "distracted" keeps coming up in my life. That must be the theme of my life lately; life as the mother of a teen and a tween, I suppose.

Just to fulfill the title of this post, I will say that the other tragedy besides these spilled fries is that I dropped my laptop this morning. I had just been thinking on my drive about how large my laptop is and wouldn't it be nice to have a smaller one. My manifestation skills were not at operating at full though, thankfully. After the nasty fall to the tiled floor, it booted up just fine.

Also, I seem to be dropping lots of things lately, including my son's frog Spot, when I was changing his frog water. On a side note, Spot is an immortal frog. With a life expectancy of 6 months to 1 year, he is now almost 3 years old.

If you got through reading this far, I will say I'm amazed. I'm at the mall waiting for my car, so my editing process is not as thorough with this post.

Anyway, I now must ask . . . what will you have for lunch today? Would you like some fries with your blood? Er, I mean ketchup.



  1. Linda, I'm so glad you stopped by my blog and commented so I could "meet" you. I love those everyday stories of what's up, especially when they involve kids of those ages. My daughter was also fond of gross things. Tell you son I said the title for the pic, "Bloody Fries," is great. It works in America at face value, and in Britain as a pejorative!! Great fun, and thanks. AMy

  2. Bloody fries probably drew a few tears when they first fell, but definitely turned to yuck in short order. Good job, Linda. Glad the laptop survived.

  3. Your writing is always laced with such witty humor :)