Friday, August 31, 2012

Tacos

Warning: This is a whole blog post about tacos.

(hey guys! i'm done with my dissertation. which means life got way mo' betta.  it also means more consistent blogging. which we are all grateful for-amiright?)

Last weekend I went with a couple of my funniest friends on a self-proclaimed "Taco Tour".

Spoiler alert: I felt sick the next morning.  But it was still totally worth it.

Denver has a lot of great options when it comes to eating, especially when it comes to eating tacos or other Mexican delicacies.

My friend Alisa went and found some of the best hot spots (or, some sketchy taco places) via the always impressive internets and planned our route.

Four taco stands.

Ten tacos.

Ok, so the goal for everyone wasn't ten tacos.  It was just a personal goal.  Because I'm disgusting.

And not just any tacos.  I wanted to expand my taste buds.  New taco?  I'll try it.

The first place we went was in Mi Pueblo supermarket.  It was delicious.  Maybe the most delicious.  Let's just say we started on a high note.  Also, Jake got a pupusa.  It was fantastic.


(i felt especially cool when the lady started talking to me in spanish as i approached the counter.  i replied the best i knew how-in my mexican accent.  also jake is real good looking)


 (i am eating a tongue taco.  it was prettttty good.  and carne asada.  and coke.  so mexican)

(taco bandits) 



 
(taco place dos.  tacos y salsa.  it was also pretty good, some better than others, but still.  this place wins for environment. these two guys on the guitars were the best thing to happen to me.  i had a moment with guy on the right.  too bad he's probably taken)



(the trunk of this car was open and selling something right when we got to taco place three.  thats how you know its good.  also good sign? pineapple drank)

 (this was before we ate our tacos at this place.  it was the sketchiest of the three. and also resulted in the saddest results for me)


 (these are my tacos.  they look fine.  but when we look at the picture on the right, we see something special.  do you see it?  look a little closer. right hand side.  see it now?  HAIR.  HAIR FOLLICLES ON THE MEAT.  i ate it.  this was my last bite.  i looked down and BAM.  fun fact! taco de trompa? pig snout.
in my stomach)


 (by the time we made it to the last place, we were feeling pretty gross.  but also proud?  we had taco cabeza (aka head aka cheek as the waitress told us) and it was fine.  no hair follicles, so that was a win)

Of course when we finished we had to get dessert (because we wanted to induce vomiting, naturally) but we went to this fun little place with frozen yogurt and cupcakes.  Jake and I opted for the recommended Snickers cupcake and it did not disappoint.


It was a good night.

Also, side note also about tacos: have you tried the new Doritos taco from the always delicious Taco Bell?  A total win for everyone in the world.


Thus ends the taco blog.


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Romantic

This was posted on Twitter:


I'm not even looking at the Obamas; the guy on the right caught my eye.

(is this obsession getting too creepy?)
(maybe)
(but seriously the first thing i saw was Joe and i thought, "yeah, this is for the romantics)

Friday, August 24, 2012

The Eldest

My oldest brother David graduated last weekend!  Boom.

It was really nice to go out and see him make it official.  And he even spoke at the RN Pinning ceremony.


What a guy.


We are real proud/happy/excited that he gone done it.


And of course, some photos:


(his kids are the best)






The family said this would end up on the blog, and they were right.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Hello, Update

My dissertation is coming along nicely these days.  I've hit my word count minimum, allowing me to think that anything from this point on is just gravy on the mashed potatoes that are my paragraphs on the effectiveness of English language classes for immigrants.  Delicious, am I right?

Those are the kinds of things I want to write in my actual paper, but as we all know, it is most definitely not sophisticated enough.  So I am sticking to basic boring formulaic sentences and vocabulary.  I'll send a copy to anyone who wants it.  In case you run out of Ambien one night.  I'm a giver.

Other than that, I've been spending some time thinking about the VP candidates and how Joe is still my #1.


I mean, ok. It's a tough D.  P.D. (fun fact: i read on wiki that Paul Ryan used to go by P.D. because his dad is also named Paul, but he hated it when it morphed into "Petey") is a young, good-looking, two-first named man.  I mean, his hair alone is enough for some votes.  But Joe.  His forehead screams wisdom.  Or at least a good time.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Insta'd

I've finally joined the new generation.  

Phone pictures commence:
(also, i'm on instagram now (fordpride) and so you can follow me on there if you want.  or don't)
(and just a reminder, i'm also fordpride on twitter.)
(i'm just full of fordpride i guess)






I feel so hip now.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Because I can.

Carly Rae and her song "Call Me Maybe".

It's pretty catchy, is it not?  I still love it, even after hearing it a million times over.

And now, I can appreciate this:


Please tell me you died laughing?  Maybe not?  That's ok too.

I just need these things to make me feel better about the current state of my life.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Weird Obsessions: Mt Rushmore

I think we all know I have some weird/strange obsessions.  In people form.

Bob Barker.  Joe Biden.  Tom Arnold.

I've had phases of loving Richard Dawson and Sitting Bull, among others.

It's what made me who I am.  A strange, strange young girl.

I also had a historical love crush on Theodore Roosevelt at one point in my life.  I named a car after him.  Which is one of the reasons I have always wanted to go to Mt. Rushmore.  His face? 60 feet tall?  On a mountain?  Oh sure!

Again, kids, if you can dream it, you can do it.

Enter my trip to Mt. Rushmore:




What made it even mo' betta was the fact that Sturgis Bike Rally is going on this very week, meaning lots of bikers/tattoos/bandanas/beards/shirtless old guys/happiness.  
(it also kind of made it more difficult, because finding a campsite was harder than i had imagined, but it was worth it.  i woke up to lots of colorful language and biker bedhead. aww yeah)




(even the dogs got into the spirit of the bike rally)

We also hit up the Jewel Caves on our short road trip to South Dakota.  We had a real entertaining Park Ranger tour guide and some very enthusiastic biker-esque couples from SLC in our tour group, making it a definite highlight of the trip/my life.




Thanks, South Dakota, for the warm welcome. And no thanks, Wyoming, for your existence.