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.
Some of you may remember this post where I talked about yet another issue with my computer keyboard. It’s been screwed up for a while. Keys would stick randomly, letters had worn off, that kind of thing.
Thanks to Hubby, the problem has been solved. Look what I got…
Yep. A brand-spanking-new human interface device (aka keyboard).
I do know that me getting a new keyboard is not all that newsworthy. But I just had to share something I found sort of funny. After installing the new keyboard, my computer gave me a message saying, “New hardware detected. Human interface device successfully installed.”
Human interface device? That’s a new one on me!
Call it what you will, I can type safely again. And this one is a Microsoft keyboard, so it should last longer than my previous two combined. I hope…
