Fire in the disco! Fire in the Taco Bell!

I have eaten twice at Taco Bell this week. That's right. Twice. Two times. Two days in a row. And it makes me sick. Figuratively and literally. So why did I do it? Twice? Because of the damned 79 cent menu. They actually sell food for 79 cents! Who does that anymore? No one, that's who. And so I couldn't help my poor self. I watched a show on the History Channel the other week (I refuse to call it just "History" like they want me to) about fast food and they did a section on Taco Bell. It was interesting how someone took the idea of KFC and McDonald's and applied it to Mexican food, which really is already "fast" which you'd know if you've ever been to a taco shop. It takes just as long for them to make a real taco as Taco Bell makes their uber-processed crap they like to call tacos. Anyway, on the show they had someone demonstrate how they make a taco, and as she did it she kept referring to the taco as the "food product" as in "Now I place the food product in the fryer" and "Now I will enjoy the food product". It really weirded me out. I mean, why couldn't she just say taco? I vowed never again to eat at Taco Bell. Until yesterday when I saw that I could get said food product for 79 cents and then again today when I had a dollar in my purse and remembered the food product I didn't really enjoy yesterday that was available for me at that fine eating establishment for only 79 cents. I don't feel too good now. Morally and physically.

picnickery

My sisters, brother-in-law and I decided to go on a picnic in the mountains today. Just a nice lunch in the cool air by a big lake. We even bought some gear to catch crawfish in case we found any. When we got into the car Haley predicted that the day would turn into a farce, and then we headed out. First we went to the store where we spent $50 just on picnic food. We didn't even get that much stuff, just things to make sandwiches, some chips and a bag of oreos. It was also a bit of a madhouse in the store because everyone was gearing up for their weekend in the mountains. This should have been a warning. We drove the 35 miles up the mountains to Mirror Lake where there were more people than in Kamas. There was not a picnic table open, so we decided to leave and go to where I had first suggested, another 50 miles away, back through Kamas and up another canyon. We thought about stopping at another place, but Lindy was set on being near a body of water. When we got to Mill Hollow, after driving two miles on a dirt road and being in the car for almost three hours, we approached the reservoir only to find that it was in fact gone. Seriously, the lake was gone, emptied out, with only a small stream running through to what is now a measly pond. Wonderful. We decided to just park and make our food, which disapeared in about five minutes because we were so hungry. So Lindy, Jaime and I decided to walk down to the stream, a delicate lovely little thing. Lindy and I frolicked about and then she fell in the mud. Which was funny, except that her camera got covered in water and mud and is now no longer working.

Here's a picture of the empty lake. Still pretty.



Life is always an adventure with these people.