California Here I Come

Gonna be leaving early in the AM to be there in time for lunch. Then off to Game 2 of the Angels v. Red Sox series. Kent, just so you're aware of how awesome I am for selling those tickets to you at face value, they're going for $85 each now. Dear Angels, please go five games so I can pay for my trip back home with the money I'd make off my new career as a ticket broker. Please. I'm excited to see my best friends and their little baby. I'm excited to see my mama. I'm excited for a nice family Sunday dinner. I'm excited to have this marathon behind me so I can start on my new swimming/yoga career. I'm excited for some warmth. It'll be a nice contrast from the cool fall weather we're having here, although I've rather enjoyed the brisk weather. It's been really pretty. Utah is reeling me in. I even registered my car here the other day. I know. It's crazy. Anyway, hit me up if you wanna party.

In Jay Nordlinger's Impromptus column this week he mentioned the following:

I’ll tell you what was really cool: America’s Taco Shop, on N. 7th St. America is not a nation, in this case: It’s a woman, America Corrales. You get a bean-and-cheese burrito for like nothing. And it looks like nothing: like an item from a junior-high cafeteria. But you bite into it: and angels start to sing in your mouth. Try the carne asada, too. Fabulous food for pennies. If this place were in New York, you would have to wait in line for an hour and a half -- and the bean burrito would be $14.95. And the cashiers would be surly.

The emphasis is my own, but I just loved the way he put that. Made me laugh. Don't you just love language? And people sometimes too. I marvel at how funny some people are and I sometimes want to shout hallelujah for the creation of humor.

Speaking of funny, this pic made me laugh.


Be blessed y'all and see you soon!