Last week was San Antonio's 60th annual Stock Show and Rodeo, and it was a blast! I went on Friday with two friends, Cliff and Kelsey, to spend the entire afternoon and evening wandering the grounds. We rode carnival rides, watched several livestock auctions, and ate a lot of food. When I say a lot, I mean a lot. All the basics were covered....We started with chicken fried bacon ( which Cliff rudley ate in front of the pigs in the pig barn), then moved on to a round of $6 beers with some roasted corn on the cob dipped in a vat of butter, then a sausage-on-a-stick appetizer before the turkey leg dinner. Next came the pork ribs finished off with quite possibly the best funnel cake I've ever had. Needless to say, I've been eating rather light this week.
Kelsey and I spent a good portion of the afternoon in the children's petting zoo playing with little piglets and donkeys, while Cliff held our belongings. We were surrounded by live music all day, and there was quite a bit of dancing done by the three of us. After being in the hot sun all day, eating, drinking, and dancing, we finished off the night with the actual rodeo (bull riding being my favorite part of course) and a Jason Aldean concert in the AT&T center....not my favorite artist, but he put on a good show. We had the best time, and I'm already getting excited for next year!
Quite possibly one of my favorite foods. It's so good, almost perfect. Cool and refreshing, creamy and rich......mmmmm. I refuse to attend any cocktail or house party unless guac is provided. It's one of the simplest dips to make, which makes it even better. Seeing as I live in the Tex-Mex capital of the world, I get the opportunity to eat it a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean it. Even at low cost, hole-in-the-wall Mexicanrestaurants, there is usually a ridiculousup charge for adding a side of guacamole, but I don't care. I'd pay anything for that delicious little scoop of smashed avocados, onions, and tomatoes. Give me a sandwich, burger, omelet, taco, salad, taco-salad, chicken, steak, fish, and (dare I say it?) hot dog, and I'll make it better.
There is a group of gentlemen that has played a very big role in my life for the past five years that I couldn't imagine being without. The Electric Mangroves, a local rock/blues band in the San Antonio area, rock my world. Not only are they amazingly talented musicians, but they are my friends. Live music is one of my passions in life, having attended hundreds of concerts and shows in a massive variety of venues. Even though I consider myself very open-minded and enthusiastic about experiencing a new band, nothing makes me happier than grabbing my closest girlfriend and dancing to the Mangroves. I love when they play the old Toadies and Stevie Ray Vaughn cover songs that I know every word to, but I get super pumped when they play a new song they've just written for the first time. Watching them practice making music with little to no guideline, and hearing their inspirations come out through a guitar, drumset, or even trumpet is fascinating to me. Bobby, lead guitar, is extremley good at what he does. He is quiet, but hilarious. Laid back, yet driven. He is a man of mystery, but never unkind. Plus he loves my cat. Oscar, bass player, is probably the funniest boy I've ever known. While his sarcasim gets him into trouble on a fairly regular basis, he still has a good heart. Matt, drummer, is hands down the strangest person I've called my dear friend. With his unruley curly hair, "ecclectic" attire, and nonchallant attitude, I can honestly say I've never had a bad time with him. He's funniest when he doesn't mean to be and strangely charismatic with the ladies. Tasso, vocals and guitar, is the "leader" if you will. I can't say enough kind words about this man. One of the freindliest, sincerest, and sociable people I have ever know. His first priority is always his family, friends coming a close second. He pays no mind to popularity or the feeding of egos, he just wants to have a good time and make good music while doing it. With his kind soul and wickedly handsome looks, I'm convinced he can take on the world. I truely love these boys and love supporting their little band. You should, too.
Amid the trees, gravel paths, and spring-fed waterfalls, I can forget that I am in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the nation. I sometimes avoid the park on pretty Saturdays because the mass quantities of 4 year olds with Dora the Explorer pinatas hanging from trees can be a little intense, but that doesn't stop me from roaming Brakenridge at least 3 times a week. There are so many fun things to see. I love to people watch there more than anywhere else. I will sit and overfeed ducks while watching dads fishing with their little boys. I will run the paths with music blaring through my headphones and lose myself for a little while at least. I take my boyfriend's puppy to the playground and let all the little kids roll around with her until somebody poops out. I will sneak to the backside of the SA Zoo that neighbors the park and watch the monkeys through the chain-link fence . The park also neighbors the Whitte Museum which is breathtakingly gorgeous. There is a train (intended for the entertainment of small children, but primarily occupied by adults) that circles the perimeter of the park while teaching the long yet fascinating history of the park and the surrounding area. This place definately holds a very special place in my heart and I cherish it and all it's charm.
While the peppy music and brightly colored attire of the employees may intimidate me certain days I feel slightly lethargic or hungover, Jamba Juice makes me very happy. I am a self-proclaimed smoothie officianado, and they have some of my favorites. Reasonably priced and made from fresh ingrediants, their smoothies will start anyone's day off right. Having a store mere blocks from my apartment is amazing. Yes, it would be economically wise to make my own smoothies at home in my own blender, but I would be missing the shear variety and that little touch of Jamba they put in every neon painted cup. I won't even go into the parfaits and oatmeal....mmmm.
My dear friend Allison once told me, "A good cat is the best thing anyone could ever wish for. He'll be your boyfriend, your best friend, and your pillow all at the same time." Truer words were never spoken. Judge me at will, but I love my cat. Just seeing his little spotted face makes me happy every day. He thinks he's smarter than me, refuses any form of discipline, and takes up more space on the couch than I do, but my adoration is unwavering. If you do not already have a cat, I sincerely suggest you get one tomorrow. It can only change your life for the better. When I picked him up from the crazy trailer-park cat lady's house where he was born, I never would have known what an impact he would have on my life. He is my constant. I have lived in three different homes with him, had roommates come and go, gained and lost friends, but at the end of the day when I lay in bed, my DayLa is there performing his mandatory task of being the inside spoon. My cat makes me happy.
I have succumbed to the pressures of society and decided to join the blogging community. Every member of my family does it, and I am a devout follower of their writings. I read about the everyday adventures of life in the country with my parents, corralling toddler twins with my eldest sister, the amazingly gifted photographer, along with reading about many outrageous and hilarious parties attended by my other sister, the active and outdoorsy one.
Through becoming engrossed in their blogs every day, I realized something. I have a very boring life. There's no way I could narrate my everyday in the written word, because nobody would ever want to read it. Therefore in lue of noting what happens to me in my everyday existence, I dedicate this blog to the simple joys that make me happy everyday. There are so many beautiful and lovable things in my life that make me blessed. Some may be silly and some may be serious, but I believe that anything that puts a smile on my face deserves recognition for it. That is why I do this...