Texas State Fair - Don't think we didn't go back for more

For some, once is more than enough.

But there is a reason the Texas State Fair runs for more than one week.  It's for those classy folk that crave the excitement of the Midway, for those who can't eat just one Fletcher's corn dog a year, for those who must return to see their favorite Dodge Hemi one more time.  Colin and I are those people.

Make fun of us all you like, but you and I both know you'd have rather eaten this for lunch instead of that wilted salad you brought from home.

Cheers!

And maybe a little of this for dessert (water since we're on a diet)

PS - I'm looking forward to my glucose test on Friday.  If I don't pass, I'm blaming it on the powdered sugar.

After sufficiently stuffing my growing belly (obviously my belly is all baby at this point, has nothing to do with the pictures above) Colin and I walked through the car shows to pick out Aidan's first car.  I was immediately drawn to the Fiat.  Have you seen the new commercials featuring one of my all time favs JLo driving through the Bronx?

I'm just Stevie, Stevie from the block

Clearly JLo and I have more in common than I thought: our love for Track Suits circa 2002, developing fake latin accents in a pinch, and Fiats.  Call me when you're in Big D, Jenny Lo.  I'll show you around.

Colin needed a break from my nonsense so he blew off some steam by playing....

Skee-ball?

And then he was attacked by killer butterflies

A shout out to my best friend, Melissa Spencer.  We've always said, they never play enough Erasure...or Prince.  The State Fair does, Meliss.  The State Fair does.

And no trip to the Texas State Fair is complete without the MOST RANDOM celebrity cut out sighting. 

Who's the last person I thought we'd run into at the fair?

Believe it.  This happened.

It's Kate Gosselin's bad hair TV mom - Sewing with Nancy

So, another season comes to a close.  Next week there won't be any tortilla warmers to buy, no name license plates to look through, no chance of having your handwriting analyzed by an expert to see if your relationship will last.  That's right.  If you don't take care of these things in the next few days, you'll miss your chance until the carnies come back to entertain us next fall.  

I'm here at my desk reflecting on how I feel right at this moment.  It's almost like Christmas night.  You know, the feeling you get when you're completely satisfied with the day, the family, the gifts, and yet you feel a twinge of pain in your chest?  Hopefully it's not foreshadowing a heart attack caused by the corn dog and just a hint of sadness because I'll have to wait a whole year to indulge in a great day like today.  A day I spent laughing with my partner in crime, my main man.  

Until next year...

Food Truck Part Dos

Babo and I had a Food Truck guest contributor this past Friday afternoon.  Amy Rodriguez, one of the funniest mean girls I know, joined us since (we just learned) she works in one of the tall structures called office buildings downtown.  Who knew?!

This week we tried out the Nammi food truck in One Arts Plaza.

The Menu

(Amy - Rice bowl, Babo and I - Banh Mi which are basically sammys)

The Bitches

(Amy and Babo)

The grub

(It wasn't that great.  I wouldn't choose it again)

So all three of us thought that the food from Nammi was missing a little je ne sais quoi - aka flavor.  I hate to trash talk, but I wouldn't go back.  And between the lack of flavor and the male stripper business card one of the area construction workers handed me when they were finished eating lunch next to us, I was a little put off.  Yeah dude, that's exactly what I need in my 28 week pregnant state - a stripper.  Thanks.  Babo and Amy got a kick out of the whole situation though.  Ha!

And last night Colin and I went out to dinner with Jason and Laura Cope at Tillman's Roadhouse in Bishop Arts.  I love the area, and I really like the restaurant.  

Laura and I

(She's brazilian, it's not fair, I agree)

Today we're off to cheer on the SMU ponies!  Have a good one....

Stevie

The Praying Mantis - Taylor Swift

Last Saturday night my friend Steph Fine and I took her goddaughter and 13 year old friend to Taylor Swift at Cowboy's Stadium.  All four of us put on our best TSwift outfit, curled our hair, put on some sparkly makeup, and sang our way to Arlington.

The Grown Ups
(if that's what you want to call us - it's all relative I guess)

The younger version of ourselves

(Check out those side pony tails - girls got it going on!)

Before the concert started every. single. 13. year. old. girl. started SCREAMING like I would if I was at a Justin Timberlake concert circa 2006.  Lie.  I'd still scream like a 13 year old girl if I went to a JT concert.  

But instead of JT and his should be illegal dance moves we were waiting for this

That was rude.  Sorry TSwift.  You don't really look like a Praying Mantis (cough cough).  

12th Row.  Teenagers eat your heart out

We had a great night, and the girls were super excited after the concert.  After about TSwift's 9,000th hair flip and angel eyes / innocent fawn stare into the crowd Steph and I were making fun of her, but who's really laughing at this point?!  I'd say it would be TSwift.  She sold out Cowboy's Stadium.  We can't sell out...well...shit.  Point Taylor.

I really need to come up with a talent 55,000 people will appreciate.  And fast.

Stevie

Food Truckers Numero Dos

Right around the corner from the

on Flora and Pearl downtown is the One Arts Plaza.  Basically it's an area of downtown where all the museums, art galleries, opera house, etc come together.  And lucky for Babo and I (since we're on a food truck quest) people actually go to work in downtown and need to be fed.  Once we got over the shock of all the black pencil skirts and suits we were amazed by our food choices!!  Today there were 5 food trucks!

Nammi (Vietnamese) , Gandolfo's (NY Deli), and the Butcher's Son (Texas BBQ)

See those tall buildings in the background?  People work in those.  Weird.

Ruthie's Rolling Cafe (hot sammys) and the Chow Hound (burgers, sammys)

It was a tough choice, but both Babo and I went for Ruthie's custom sammys.

This isn't your mom's food truck

Success,

Stevie

Adventures in Pizza

Even though the pizza oven isn't finished we still have pizza.  Amazing, homemade pizza.

It's pretty cool to be married to someone that can cook all this fun food.  I'm more of the everyday cook around casa McCartney, and Colin does all the speciality stuff, i.e. the fun stuff.  I was jealous of his cooking skills when I first met him, but now I appreciate his patience in the kitchen.  When we met, Colin and I did not mesh well in the kitchen.  He was used to doing his thing, and I was used to mine.  Minus the one mishap when we made homemade pasta together that almost ended our marriage, we now really like being in the kitchen together and know when to let the other take over.

Pizza nights are all Colin.

Because one fire isn't enough

Before

After

Someone is super psyched it's pizza night

Someone else is not a pumped - Scaredy cat

The pizza aficionado and wife that needs to put on some makeup

Stevie

Corn dogs, mullets, and jorts

Ahhhh, it's that time of year again when the canola oil sizzles and air brushed trucker hats are not only appropriate, they're uniform.  It's the Texas State Fair.  And like any good white trash couple, my baby daddy took off work today to escort his baby mama to the land of the endless Shiner beer fueled dog show.

We made an immediate bee line for corn dog mecca - Fletcher's

Come to mama

Next up - Ferris Wheel to let the dogs settle

Dallas - home of the Cotton Bowl, Snuffer's Cheese Fries, and Dallas' Most Eligible...so proud, so proud

Hey Sister friend, you look so small from up here

Seems awkwardly appropriate that Nick Cage would be keeping his eye on that snake

Where's Waldo?  He's in the Camaro rock climbing section!  Where else would he be? 

Till next year my big chested friend

Stevie

Hellz Yeah

Who else started their morning off with some homemade B's and G's???

The G's

The B's

The handsome chef

The service

The final product

The crumb catcher

I'm full,

Stevie