PJSprog
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36°F and cloudy this morning, only going up to 43° today. More rain expected this afternoon.
We made up for the poor meal the previous evening by making Navajo tacos for dinner last night. I cooked up four pounds of taco meat (we didn't use it all
) and The Wife made some fry bread. Delicious. It was the oldest stepson's first time eating them, and he seemed to enjoy it. For those who don't know, a Navajo taco is essentially a loaded tostada made on Native American fry bread instead of a fried tortilla. We first encountered them while eating at the Cameron Trading Post in Cameron AZ during our 2011 trip to the Grand Canyon. Theirs was big enough to feed four or five people. Ours last night were more personal sized.
Wife was hemming some pants for one of the boys last night and had the television on in her sewing room, as she frequently does just for background noise. It was on some satellite channel carrying a show called The Osbournes Want To Believe, which is Ozzy Osbourne, along with his wife and son, reviewing video footage of supposed hauntings, aliens, and monsters, and then bickering over whether or not it's real. I have to admit, it was mildly funny ... mostly due to trying to understand what on earth Ozzy was saying. What a mess that guy is. The entertainment value wore off quickly, though. It reminded me of Howard Stern; initially funny, but boringly repetitive and predictable. I like reminding myself every so often why I don't watch TV.
We made up for the poor meal the previous evening by making Navajo tacos for dinner last night. I cooked up four pounds of taco meat (we didn't use it all
Wife was hemming some pants for one of the boys last night and had the television on in her sewing room, as she frequently does just for background noise. It was on some satellite channel carrying a show called The Osbournes Want To Believe, which is Ozzy Osbourne, along with his wife and son, reviewing video footage of supposed hauntings, aliens, and monsters, and then bickering over whether or not it's real. I have to admit, it was mildly funny ... mostly due to trying to understand what on earth Ozzy was saying. What a mess that guy is. The entertainment value wore off quickly, though. It reminded me of Howard Stern; initially funny, but boringly repetitive and predictable. I like reminding myself every so often why I don't watch TV.