Ok, ok. It’s now technically Saturday so I’m sorry for being such a wild thing on this Friday night and staying up late with my mom drinking wine and listening to the rain and not getting around to this post until now. Since Jim is away at a bachelor party this weekend, I decided to spend a few days at home with my parents. It’s always nice to come back home. I went for a run today and felt like a super hero with the 4,000 ft. change in elevation. I’ve been so perplexed on my runs lately – how people say exercising is great for clearing their heads – I haven’t gotten there yet. Perhaps I’m a mental hoarder. Is that a thing? Maybe I’ll save that for the next TIG post. For now, here’s what I’ve had for Google lately…
Hope you have a relaxing weekend in store! xo
Who were the women being considered for the 2020 $20 bill?
As I’m sure you’ve heard, it was decided this month that Andrew Jackson will soon be retired and Harriet Tubman will be taking over as the face of the $20 in the year 2020. Am I alone in my ignorance in not knowing this was up for a vote? The list of contenders can be found here and it’s a sad, pathetic demonstration about how little I know about women in history. So many of these names were lost on me. If I’m being honest, this whole Google search made me feel like I need to make an extra effort to pay attention more. Noted. (<– pun?)
Are innie/outie belly buttons genetic?
Apologies if this is TMI — my daughters and I all have outie belly buttons. Mine was questionable for a few years and looked more folded/confused for a while but after two pregnancies, it is most definitely, without question an outie. I had two different doctors deliver my babes, so I doubt it was their technique in button tying, which is also something my Google search confirmed. Did you know 90% of people have innies and that is the more attractive/desirable belly button of choice? This whole thing is so weird and kinda funny. Still no real confirmation on the genetic piece though. For now, I stand by my theory. Hey bathing suit season!
When is it ok/what food is it ok to cut the bad part off of?
Y’all know how I feel about the prospect of poisoning people with the food I serve, right? It’s a perpetual concern of mine and the basis of an argument I tried to start with Jim the other night as he prepared questionable broccoli (that ultimately poisoned nobody – thanks love). This USDA site almost sent me into a panic attack yet calmed me with their helpful chart at the same time. I mean, “Are Molds Only on the Surface of Food?
No, you only see part of the mold on the surface of food — gray fur on forgotten bologna, fuzzy green dots on bread, white dust on Cheddar, coin-size velvety circles on fruits, and furry growth on the surface of jellies. When a food shows heavy mold growth, “root” threads have invaded it deeply. In dangerous molds, poisonous substances are often contained in and around these threads. In some cases, toxins may have spread throughout the food.” OH. Dear. GOD.
Are there left handed settings for the iPhone?
You know, when your child falls asleep on your phone arm and you’re stuck trying to navigate with your non-dominant hand? Anyone? *Side Google, is there a term for a “coyote ugly” move with your kid? (Nope. It’s just called being a parent…ok.)*
The answer to the original search is yes – if you have an Apple Watch.
Why is a cafeteria sometimes called a “Mess” hall, like at camp?
I don’t know where this thought came from. We watched the original Parent Trap recently. Maybe there? Google says the word mess comes from the Old French word “mes” or portion of food, which was taken from the Latin verb “mittere”, which means “to put” in the sense of putting a meal on the table. Let’s get together. Yeah yeah yeah.
Things I’ve Googled is an ongoing series and comes from one of the standard questions Jim and I ask each other when we get home. Often, it’s a good indicator of where our minds have wandered off to in the middle of the day and the topics usually make us laugh. So consider this part educational. Part oversharing. Part nonsense. Completely random.