Remember the Taco Bell ads featuring the chihuahua? I loved those. There’s just something about a cute dog speaking, using an even cuter accent.
Sadly, the dog, actually a female named Gidget, recently passed at the ripe old age of 15.
Here’s a brief video clip in remembrance of her.
This may be old news for some of you, but I think Gidgey deserves to be remembered.
“Yo quiero Taco Bell.”
“Viva gorditas!”
This next one is a rip-off, but I love it!
As an aside… wanna hear something funny? Eric was moseying around the house while I was creating this post. He saw me watching the various videos on YouTube and said, “Uh, why are you watching those?” He was standing behind me at the time petting Moses. So, in a normal voice, I told him the Taco Bell chihuahua had died.
“Oh,” he replied.
“It’s just sad,” I said quietly, in a pretty-convincing, tear-filled voice.
“What?” he said.
So I did a little fake sob and said, louder, in a voice even thicker with tears, “It’s just SAD!”
“Shut up,” he replied.
“Yeah, I almost had you, didn’t I?”
‘No, not really. But if you were crying over the death of the Taco Bell dog, I was going to have to, like, run upstairs and pack a suitcase.”
This is not about body shape, it’s about clothing.
One of the reasons I don’t pay much attention to the news is that it’s either unpleasant or stupid. But, since stupidity is far more entertaining than bad stuff, I tend to gravitate towards the offbeat, weird and just plain dumb. Yesterday, it was this video on Obama and his “Mom jeans.”
Because I am so totally un-hip and out of touch, I didn’t really know what Mom jeans were. But, since yesterday was Thirsty Third Thursday (Shannon, Amy and I actually managed to get together on the scheduled day this month), I got to touch base with my own, in-house experts, i.e., the kids.
As Shannon lined up her shot on the other side of the pool table, and Amy watched from the end, I asked, “Do you guys know what Mom pants are?”
I can’t remember the exact answer, but it was something along the lines of, “Duh. Yeah! But they’re called Mom jeans.”
“Well, maybe I shouldn’t talk, because for all I know, I wear Mom pants…” says I.
“Um, I don’t remember seeing you in Mom jeans,” Amy reported. I was sort of relieved. I mean, really, I’m at the age where I don’t really care if my clothes are trendy. Though I admit, the label “Mom jeans” is just sort of embarrassing.
Anyway, as I told them, I’d much rather see women in Mom pants than those awful, low-waisted things that look absolutely adorable on only a select few women with about -10% body fat. But, if you’re even the slightest bit plump, as many women are, and you wear those things, your fat hangs over the waistband and it’s rather unsightly. Especially since the jeans are either worn with very tight shirts or, worse, short shirts that leave that flesh exposed. They are completely unflattering.
“You mean Muffin Tops?” Shannon asked.
I chortled. Leave it to Shannon to know a term like that. Amy knew it, too, of course. And once they said it, I realized just how appropriate a term it is.
Here’s a blog post from someone else that talks about Muffin Tops.
Even better is this YouTube video…
For the record, I don’t consider Obama’s pants to be Mom pants or even Dad pants for that matter. I thought they were sort of cute. (Wait, can you hear a loud shrill? That’s my oldometer going off…)
One thing I have to give Obama, he’s certainly the most attractive Pres we’ve had in a long time. I’ll bet Michelle will never be called a Muffin Top either.
So, do you feel enlightened after reading this? Or did you already know about Mom Jeans and Muffin Tops?
This precious little pumpkin is Luke (last name being withheld, since he’s a minor and all). He’s the son of my friend, Annmarie. Who also happens to be my current work supervisor.
Isn’t Luke just the cutest little thing? I love seeing new pictures of him. They always make me smile.
This one, of course, made me laugh out loud.
He doesn’t really know sign language. His Mom finally just decided there was some merit to having the camera at hand all the time to catch moments just like this one. So when he’s a teenager, and his girlfriend comes over to visit, she can share this image with said girlfriend and say, “See how expressive our little Lukey-pookey was? And at such a young age!”
He’s around 6 months, I think. Or, wait, should that be “six (6) months”?
If you love this pic, too, be sure to comment so Luke knows how many people out there think he’s a real star.
Yesterday, I posted a couple of pics of my Dad and challenged fans to try and figure out what’s weird in the pics.
I wonder if anyone did? I hope my Mom didn’t cheat and supply the answer.
Well, here’s the deal. Dad is wearing his favorite baseball cap in the pics. He got it in like 1988 or 1989. The Spadefish was the first nuclear sub my brother, who is now retired from the US Navy, served on.
He wears it a lot, so he decided to wash it. Unfortunately, the bill fell off.
Look again.
As soon as Mom told me that, I could see it. Before she clued me in, I was lost. Actually, I was starting to panic, thinking, “Oh Jeez, his birthday is June 30, not July 30 and I missed it!”
He doesn’t look sad, he just looks Sleepy. (That’s his nickname, by the way. Sleepy.)
My Mom sent me two pictures by e-mail the other day to see if I could spot anything odd in them. I couldn’t. Of course, she sent them on June 30, the day I had to get three proposals out (for work, not for fun).
Maybe that’s why I didn’t spot the incongruity. I was distracted. Or maybe it just didn’t register. Maybe I’m just unobservant. They just looked like shots of my Dad in his favorite baseball cap to me.
I decided to pass the test on to my Blog fans. The first one to comment and tell me what’s wrong will be dubbed Most Observant ToadMama Fan.
Ready?
Look carefully. The man in the photos isn’t odd, that’s my Dad. Of course, with offspring like me, you be the judge as to whether or not he might be odd.
The picture is sort of small (Mom sent low-res files), but here’s a close-up.
Notice anything weird?
Be sure to comment if you do. I’ll post the answer tomorrow. The winner will be announced on Sunday night, or Monday, depending how early we feel like returning from WV.
