It is the start of NaBloPoMo (otherwise known as National Blog Posting Month). It’s crazy. It’s really just when all the crazy bloggers get together and conspire to overfill your RSS feeds/google readers. And (mwahaha), I love it.
So I’m starting out with a video.
Of the Sing-Off.
I love the Sing-Off. A cappella, be still my heart. (isn’t that always the case, love what you can’t do).
Moving on. There are some amazing groups on this season and I can’t really decide who I love the most. Pentatonix, from Arlington, TX…this week you tied with the wonderful all girls group, Delilah. And in case you all aren’t watchers of the show, I made sure to embed both videos for you.
You can thank me later. Or in the comment section. :)
The Sing-Off is on Monday Nights at 8PM on NBC
The final day of NaBloMoPo is today!
It’s been an insane month and as I read back on the last month I feel like I’m reading through an insane person’s rantings, either that or it’s great for my future memoirs. And with this I think about that memoir is going to rock, especially when I can bring up stories and thoughts that I could never write about for reasons that, well, I wouldn’t actually blog about.
And to wrap up the month….a montage of food photos from the last month:
Last but not least, there was a lemonade stand run by a little boy (who was about three) and his dad. It was the most adorable thing ever, and someone had given the little boy a one-million dollar bill and whoa was he proud of it. So needless to say, I needed to stop and take a picture of the darling lemonade stand on an amazing November day.
The past five days was a little crazy, which isn’t to shocking when it involves a debate on how long to cook a turkey, a Greek great-aunt who is kinda like the grandmother on My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and discovering a trait that is loathable.
In addition to those things there were disco balls, sword-fighting, and a children’s book on Barak Obama that was thoughly mocked by all around.
Saturday included a jaunt into town and completely by accident, stumbling across the end of the farmer’s market and something else wonderful: TACOS!
In case people didn’t already realize this, I just way the heck excited about a taco, especially one that comes on a homemade CORN tortilla (none of this flour tortilla nonsense). It smelled wonderful and thus, there was a required tasting. While it wasn’t like the ones I grew up with, the taco was pretty awesome and a great continuation to a weekend of absurdity and gluttony.
Maybe more fun recap photos when I’m awake enough to actually look at them.
xoxo, Taco Girl
There is a small part of me that can’t wait to get home tomorrow. To the calm, to the having 3 seconds to sit down and hit the import button on my computer for the photos I’ve taken, and to having more then 30 seconds to churn out a “what’s going on with life” blog post.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Until that time…I’m totally falling asleep.
I’m not quite sure what is more insane:
- having 4 family members staying in my house that I hadn’t met before yesterday
- the arrival of the greek/british cousins (2 of them)
- a surprise visit from my late grandfather’s 72 year old sister, who by the way…only speaks greek
This is where we note that I still haven’t gotten the much needed nap, and that the count in the house is up to eleven.