Sunday, February 27, 2011

Martians, Gummy Worms, and White Boy Tacos Oh My!

     Hello people of earth <<(Earth? Do you capitalize it?) and all who inhabit it.  Seriously?? Who came up with that saying?? Last time I checked the only people on earth are,, um earthlings.  I apologize to any Martians I may have offended if you're out there. Riight.  Anyhoo.. Spring is approaching quickly. Yay!!! That means going outside and playing in the rain :)  A person can never be too old for splashing in the puddles.  Let your inner-child run rampid once more this season!  Do all the worms that seemingly appear from nowhere after a rainshower disturb anyone else?  Bleh.  Speaking of worms I'd like to announce that this post is sponsored by the Word of the Day courtesy of my friend Sierra: Gummy Worms, because she is in need of something sweet.
Aren't you glad worms don't actually look like this? Creeepy...


      I'm sure you've all heard the saying, "You learn something new everyday."  It rings true today.  My discovery: "White Boy Tacos"  These are the only kind of tacos my dad will eat. The definition of White Boy Tacos??  Tacos made by anyone but a Mexican (Hispanic, etc.) not just white boys, with real ground beef. Not like the "meat paste" used in Taco Bell tacos.  I stumbled across this piece of, to say the least, out-there knowledge on the drive home from church, when my little sister aptly insisted on eating at Azteca.  My dad was determined to make the rest of us see the difference in his tacos and tacos made at an authentic Mexican restaurant, claiming his are better. Epic fail. Of course my dad, in all his glistening white glory, is the origin of the name "White Boy Tacos."  However we did eat at Azteca and his stubborn self got to dine on chips and left over baked chicken from last nights dinner when we got home.  He's strange.
     So before I go I have a new blonde story!  I love being related to a family of blondes.  They provied excellent writing material.  I was just informed that my cousin ran over her foot with a vacuum cleaner.  When I asked how that went for her, her first response was that it scared her.  She thought it was going to suck her foot up.  Umm??  Can anybody explain to me how a vacuum cleaner that cant pick up a candy wrapper is supposed to pick up a women's size 10, human foot?  Anyways, she said if felt like, and i quote, "Running over my foot with a wheel, then a tornado."  Ohhh, Abby.  Gotta love her.. :) 

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