Fordpride

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 superm...

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)

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.

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 ...

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.

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.

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 bedhe...