Forever and Ever, Amen.

Wow - it seems like forever since we last talked.

I'm sorry.

I'm a bad friend.

I need an assistant.

Or a new job.

I know - a new job as an assistant!

You all think I'm crazy, but I just know that I would LOVE to be someone's personal assistant!

In other news, I spent all weekend getting ready for Dirty to move in.

I am feeling really good about it - so much so that I kind of want to have a party so everyone can see how cute and adorable my house is.

Ok, maybe cute and adorable aren't the words - but organized and put together works.

I have to hang up some more pictures.

Some people say I'm a picture freak.

Perhaps they are right.

But I like pictures better than random trinkets and collections of stuff.

My family and friends are most important to me and that is what I display.

The adventures that are going to come with Dirty and I living together are going to make up for all of this lag time lately.

I promise.

Plus, Diddy and I are flying out to California on Saturday to drive her back. We'll be in the U-Haul with a two-way radio. Someone should record it - we could make millions.

Did I detect a niner in there? Were you callin' from a walkie-talkie?

Exhaustion

I'm tired.

Seriously tired.

When my alarm goes off in the morning, I can barely get out of bed. And when my head hits the pillow at night, I don't think it is 35 seconds before I am out.

This is the reason that I have not been blogging.

My mind doesn't function properly under these conditions.

Things I Love Today

Since it's almost Valentine's day and everyone is supposed to be all about love and blah, blah, blah. I thought that I would provide you with another list of things that I'm loving right now.

• Diddy. 
• I love that no matter what we do, we have fun. 
• I love that we would be funny, even in Siberia. 
• I love that sometimes no one else gets our jokes - even when they are not inside jokes. 
• I love that on mornings when I'm sitting in traffic for an hour and a half, he is too and we can talk and make fun of other people on the road. 
• I love that he agrees with me all of the time. 
• Even when I know he's lying.
• The fact that Dirty is moving to Arizona!! 
• To live with me!
• The anticipation of Disneyland in a couple of weeks with my whole family. 
• And that we are going to be "those people" who have matching shirts.
• That BiggieSmalls has started answering the phone when I call. It is hilarious.
• And that he asked me for an iPod a couple of weeks ago and then told a friend of ours that, "my Aunt Airplane is going to buy me one of those blue pods."
• Eric Church.
• All of his songs. 
• Seriously. All of them!
• My color-coded calendar. 

I hope that you are all loving something or at least loving hating everything.

Yoga

I went to yoga last night.

It was probably my fourth class ever.

And it was horrible.

First of all, I did boot camp first. So I already hurt and was tired.

Then we get to yoga - and the teacher tells us to lay down and close our eyes and focus on our breathing.

Check.

Then she starts telling us to do certain poses. Poses that I don't know.

She is apparently doing them at the front of the room, but I'm a rule-follower so my eyes are closed and I'm totally confused.

So I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing.

And can someone please tell me what a Chaturanga is?

One More Thing

It occurred to me yesterday that The Pioneer Woman lives my ideal life.

Seriously, if I could live on a ranch in the middle of nowhere and spend all day blogging and cooking I would be so very happy!!!

Where's my Marlboro Man???

Forgetting the Alamo

As you all know (I think), I used to work for the organization that was putting on the meeting that we were attending in San Antonio. I had never just been an attendee to the meeting - always either an intern or an employee. I like attendee much, much better than both.


After flying in on Thursday night, I met Diddy, Match.mom, and PapaBear at the hotel bar. We had a few drinks and Diddy and I headed out to meet with Dirty, Janiac, and some of my former coworkers. 


We had a good time catching up while Dirty and Janiac went to the piano bar. Diddy and I never made it there, instead calling it an early night and heading to bed to rest up for the adventure that was sure to come. 


Friday morning dawned, Diddy went to a meeting, I went to the gym, and Dirty showered. 


After our Puffy Adventure, we headed to the room for Diddy to change and then to head to the Convention Center. We did a few walks around the trade show, nothing too exciting occurred. Although I did run into the Hottest Man Alive and talk to him for a bit. 


Then we headed up to see what was happening in a couple of meetings and visit with some friends. 


Once the membership committee meeting was over, I coerced (trust me there was a lot of arm-twisting) my former coworkers into starting happy hour, and the fun began.


After lots of drinks (Diddy had seis Presidente Margaritas and a shot of tequila) and a few appetizers, we headed to the hotel to change into our clothes for the night event. There was scheduled to be a bull riding and concert off-site so we had to ride buses to get there. So we changed our clothes and headed to the hotel bar to meeting Match.mom and PapaBear and have a few more drinks before catching the bus. 


(Yes, if you are keeping track, we are now too many drinks in and Diddy has announced, "This train is leaving the station.")


The bull riding side of the bar was packed and we couldn't see anything so we kept drinking and moved to the dance floor/concert side of the bar. 


It was here that we found Banana and her crew.


And kept drinking.


I know at least two more shots of tequila were consumed - I can not be sure if that was it.


At the end of the night, we boarded the bus back to the hotel. Apparently everyone on our bus was feeling the same as we were, and we talked the bus driver into dropping us off at a 24-hour Mexican food restaurant.


Somehow, Diddy, Dirty, another friend, and I were the only ones who made it to the restaurant, but that didn't concern us. After some delicious Velveeta-smothered burritos, we made the walk back to our hotel.


Dirty's flight was scheduled to leave at some ungodly hour, so by the time Diddy and I woke up, she was already gone. (We still don't know how she managed to get out of bed and make it in time.)


As the morning unfolded, Diddy and I began slowly remembering (or piecing together) the night before. 


Apparently, our friend only fell while dancing. She did not throw up on the dance floor.


And we allegedly did leave another friend at the bar when we got on the bus. 


Rumor has it I danced more than I thought I did. 


However, Dirty had a conversation with Honker that she can not recall and I had a (very long) conversation with a gentleman from Georgia and I can not remember the content of it.


We do know that when we woke up in the morning, our hotel room resembled that of The Hangover, minus the chicken and the tiger.


And luckily, Diddy still had all of his teeth.


As our cab driver kept saying on the way to the airport, while laughing and shaking his head, "Tequila..."

A Little Snack

I'm working on the post that covers the remainder of the San Antonio trip, and thought I'd give you a little snack while you wait.

The other night I was invited to a dinner with a woman I have done some work with in the past.

It was a BBQ/Western theme.

As I was putting a cob of corn on my plate I was reminded of this story.

About a year and a half ago, I was at the state cattlemen's convention and was in line for dinner with a guy I had a crush on at the time. By the time we got our food and went to find a seat, there were no tables left with seats at them, so we ended up sitting by ourselves at a round table for ten. The conversation was good, no real awkward pauses, until he picked up the corn on his plate and said to me, "There's really no good way to eat corn on the cob. You just kind of have to make out with it."

A Puffy Adventure

I will start out with an apology for being MIA - this week has been more than I could handle and every time I sat down to write a blog I either fell asleep or got drunk.

Well, not really.

Kind of.

Either way, it's time to catch you up on our San Antonio extravaganza!

Many of you know that Match.mom is obsessed with the Food Network. One of her favorite shows is Throwdown with Bobby Flay. A while back, his episode was filmed in San Antonio - and the challenge was Puffy Tacos. Since that episode aired, Match.mom has been desperately wanting to travel to the Lone Star State to taste a puffy taco. When Doc was doing his rotation in San Antonio she tried to make him go and try them and let her know how they tasted. He never did.

Leading up to our trip, Match.mom "rubbed a little Google" on puffy tacos and discovered that Oscar's Taco House was the best place to get this delicacy.

The plan was for Match.mom, Dirty, and me to get coffee and a small breakfast and then meet up with PapaBear and Diddy to catch a taxi and head to Oscar's. While we were in Starbucks PapaBear called and said that they were STARVING (and he suffers from LBSCBDO - I just love The Pioneer Woman for making up this phrase). So we called Oscar's, determined that they opened in 30 minutes and went in search of a cab.

Apparently, the cab driver was not familiar with Oscar's so we had two GPS systems going and two people on the phone trying to get directions. PapaBear was getting angrier as the seconds passed and he was certain that we were going to a made up establishment.

As we got closer to to the restaurant, the neighborhood got a little seedy - at one point PapaBear said, "this is like one of those war games - we gotta fight our way into the restaurant."

We finally made it, and apparently were quite a sight, pulling up in a taxi. We actually paid the taxi driver extra to stay and wait for us to eat because we weren't sure we'd be able to find a ride back to the hotel.

After we sat down and ordered, the manager came out to talk to us. We told him the story of how we came to know about puffy tacos and he said that he watched that episode of Bobby Flay and he said, "come on Bobby Flay. come here. As long as it is in the daylight."

Either way, the food was delicious!

chips and salsa - the salsa was served warm

Puffy Tacos!! I had a chicken, bean and cheese, and carne guisada.

Because we had traveled so far, they gave us each a free cheese enchilada.

Well worth the trip and the story! And you can bet, that if we're ever in San Antonio again - we are heading to the Barrio for some lunch!