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Mexican Fiesta

February 3rd, 2015

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Well, here I am again, ready to report on Day Four of our Texan Adventure. I had really planned on getting us all out of Texas before the end of January but once again I have failed miserably. It’s been a month, I do believe we have overstayed our welcome at the Newman Hacienda.

So, without further ado, Day Four. In case you hadn’t noticed, the title of this post is once again food related. No traditional German delicacies this time around, this time we went south of the border. Practically the minute we walked in the house a request was made for my brother-in-law Steve’s famous enchiladas. We knew when we planned out the week that Steve would need the majority of a day to prepare our Mexican Fiesta so we didn’t really plan any major outings. But that doesn’t mean we didn’t go on any outings. Once again we divided up Mennonite style, the boys headed off to deal with some vehicle issues and we of course headed off for some more shopping.

We bypassed Ikea and instead hung a left at the giant outlet mall across the road. And like most outlet malls, especially ones built in Texas, it’s basically an outdoor mall. And unfortunately, we had yet to outrun the rain and cold.

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Well, I shouldn’t really say cold because it wasn’t exactly cold, not like it is outside my door right now in the arctic tundra that is currently Nebraska, but we still needed our winter coats. What we didn’t need, in any way, shape or form were ski masks. But that’s what I spotted walking around the mall. A father and son duo in matching black ski masks. No. 1, it was in no way cold enough to require the wearing of a ski mask. And No. 2, who wears a ski mask to a shopping mall? Besides armed robbers that is?

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The Girlies, on the other hand, thought it was plenty cold when I found them huddled up in a corner waiting for our ride. After the Outlets we headed back home where the Mexican Fiesta preparations were well underway.

While the cook and his assistant (Kriso) toiled over a hot stove, the rest of us once again pulled out our devices…

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or in my case, headed off to the Craft Room to do some work on Saylor’s Christmas present. I had planned on painting a canvas for her room but didn’t get it done before we left, which was probably good since it would have never fit in the car. Instead, I drew up the design, enlarged it, and brought it along on tracing paper and on New Year’s Eve we stopped at a Hobby Lobby so I could pick up a canvas.

I had just gotten Pandora fired up on my iPad and settled in to get some work done when Marc joined me. He was supposedly checking work emails on his laptop but it soon turned into something else. He and I have this thing, whenever a song from the ’70’s or ’80’s comes on we try to stump each other. It’s a constant “Who sings this?” “How about this one, who sings this?” You see, Marc is still living back in the ’70’s when it comes to music, and television for that matter, he records both Lawrence Welk and Hee Haw on a weekley basis. Who even knew those two shows were still on T.V.? His latest discovery invovles YouTube. He had found that if he typed in “Top 100 Songs of 1978” it would start counting down the hits like Casey Kassem by playing little snippits of each song. As each snippit began I would hear “Who sings this one?” He of course had the answer staring him right in the face from his computer screen…

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one after another, the songs kept rolling. Soon Kam joined in and attempted to help me out. She positioned herself behind Marc and proceeded to act out the name of each group as it flashed across his computer screen…

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she was pretty good at it. The two of them made quite the pair, one minute they would be staring at the screen peppering me with questions and the next they would both jump up and start gettin their groove on. Little did Marc know, but I had innocently set my iPad up to listen to some Pandora and now it was covertly recording his every move. Do you see my little Charlie Brown Christmas Tree in front of him in that picture up above? I instructed Kam to nonchlantly move it out of the way and he never even noticed, that’s how involved he was with his music. Oh how I wish I could post those videos for your enjoyment but I was told in no uncertain terms, after he discovered their existance, to keep them off of FaceTube. Insert frowny face emoji here.

Back in the kitchen the cook was plating his creations… time to eat…

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mmmm… mmmm…. Mexican Fiesta. Chicken Enchiladas, refried beans and rice… the whole sha-bang…

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all was good with the world. After we were done eating Steve shared his research project with us. Kris had told us before we headed down south that she would like to fit a day trip in somewhere during our visit. We had decided to head down to Galveston Island. The Old Man was stationed there during his Coast Guard days and had always talked about showing us his old stomping grounds. It was a three hour drive each way so it was decreed that we would be leaving the house at 6 a.m. Aye, aye sir.

Steve had been given the task of setting up an itinerary for us. He had been researching places to visit but the constant rain was putting a crimp in all of his plans. We had been trying to wait out the weather in hopes that it would clear up by the time we headed to Galveston but Mother Nature was not cooperating. So even though the ocean would just be a block away, we would have to settle for indoor activities. Once the plans were made mom and dad got ready to head to the hotel for the night and us girls, well, we decided to head off to the 9:45 showing of “Into The Woods”…

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much to the old folks dismay. Dad was absolutely convinced that we would never be up and ready the next morning if we went to the late show… he will never understand our hours of operation. Well, we proved him wrong… we were up and at ’em at the crack of dawn, we weren’t all that thrilled about it, but we were up and off to see the ocean… and that, my friends, is a story for another post… stay tuned for the conclusion of Our Texan Adventure.

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