Tator Dude Returns

Tator Dude

This is Tator Dude.  He's a potato.  A Ruby Cresent to be exact, and I found him in May of 2008.

Unfortunately he's no longer with us.  During his short life in our refrigerator, he provided us with laugh out loud laughter - every time we opened the fridge.  We had lots of visitors during that time too.  Tator Dude was quite popular.

To see more pictures and find out more about Tator Dude from my original blog post, just click on him.  Go ahead, he won't mind.  Really.

Okay, if you don't want to touch him, here's the link:
http://rockisrocknbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird-thats-all-i-can-say.html

WAIT!  If you want to find out what happened to Tator Dude, AFTER you read the blog post above, here's the final blog post:

http://www.rockisrocknbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/ouch-they-really-can-break.html

Happy Friday!
Peace,
Rocki

Ouch! They Really Can Break!

I have some sad news about tator dude... I really didn't mean to do it and it was a TOTAL accident! Honest! (if you don't know about tator dude, read my post here to get the whole story: Weird. That's all I can say and then again here on my MySpace blog titled "Pierced it")

No - I did not eat him.

As you may know from my previous blogs, the sticky in the sticky pad no longer worked and he was propped up on one of my soy pudding cups in the fridge. I had my last pudding cup last week so I propped him up against a container of Tofutti Sour Supreme.

The night before last while getting something out of the fridge I bumped tator dude.

(insert shocked look here)

He fell straight to the ground.

In horror Mark & I gasped at the sight! Mark said "wow, guess they really can break" (hmm, that would make a good blog)

Ouch!

I tried to see if I could repair him, but didn't think a torch would be the right tool to use.

So, it is with great sadness that I must tell you of his demise. I have never met a tator dude quite like this one before. They broke (oops, sorry about the pun) the mold when this dude sprouted.

I removed my old stud & cleaned it up real good - it's back in my jewelry box. Not sure if I'll ever where it again as the memory may be too painful.

Tator tot, um, I mean tator dude is still in the fridge. I know I need to let him go as he's pretty mashed up, but I have other plans for him.

Gotta go now, the water is boiling.

☼ Rocki

P.S. I'm on vacation as of now. We are going to San Diego with our good friends on a long deserved trip. We are going to have a blast and just go wild at Sea World! Yes. There will be pictures!

Weird. That's all I can say.

I went to the grocery store the other day to pick up a few things. While selecting my fresh veggies something strange caught my eye. I looked at it and then quickly turned away while barely pushing my cart. I stopped. I simply had to investigate this.

My first thought was that it looked like a, well, um… never mind. My second thought was that it looked like this huge deformed finger. I nonchalantly looked around to see if anyone was watching then carefully picked it up.


I wasn’t sure if I was on candid camera and being laughed while turning this thing all around in my hands while trying to figure out. Then a thought entered my mind “I wonder how this would work as a new ring display.” Then I noticed some other details of it that REALLY made it stand out. I started to giggle then set it back down. I tend to have a warped sense of humor and the way the past few weeks have been, well, this was a welcome bit of humor – even if I was the only one laughing.
The sign said “Ruby Crescent Potato”, but this sure didn’t look like any potato I’ve ever seen. Inside I started to sing “one of these things is not like the others…” I knew what I had to do, but no way was I going to bag this little guy up all by himself - that would surlely look strange. Again, I looked around and no one was looking, so I quickly grabbed a handful of them (normal ‘fingerling’ potatoes that is), stuffed them in the bag, carefully put it in my cart (didn't want to break him) and left the veggie isle so fast that I think I left tire marks.
To end this sick and twisted story… obviously I took photos of it (weird, I know), measured it (5 ½”, yes I know, REALLY weird) and then stuck it in the fridge. It’s still in there - standing up with the help of a little sticky pad I put it on. It’s kind of creepy when you open the fridge actually. Oh, we did eat the other ones - very tasty.
I wonder what this would go for on Ebay?
Happy Friday!
☼ Rocki