Mostly Salsa

We went to the women's expo yesterday for about an hour, and in that short amount of time we were accosted about sixteen times by people asking us to sign up for a drawing or try a sample of their jam on a cracker. I do love the free samples, but I get uncomfortable when it's obvious that "Hi, how are you" really means "Please have an interest in my product." They did have some great stuff at the expo though. Angela walked around while I introduced the fashion show and after I was done she took me back to the exhibits she had determined were the coolest. One of those was a salsa boothe. I think we purchase salsa at every festival we attend. In fact, if the people at the expo who wanted us to buy the fancy pillows that mold to your head and give you the most restful night ever would have just thrown in a bonus bottle of salsa, we probably would have been more interested. Anyway, we left the expo with two jars of green salsa and a jar of some sort of southwest pumpkin butter concoction that rocked on pretzels. We're suckers for good condiments.

We had dinner with friends Saturday night at Mi Cocina in Irving and we ate the exact same thing we had eaten at Mi Cocina in Plano six days before. We're such creatures of habit when it comes to mexican food. Sunset style chicken fajitas. The cilantro queso sauce is amazing. If Mi Cocina would bottle that and sell it we would buy it. We know Kim and Virginia (our dinner mates) from the 20Something group that I co-lead at church on Wednesday nights so we talked about God a lot. We have some great conversations in the group on Wednesday nights, but sometimes the big group discussions don't give us the opportunity to say everything we want to say and we need to go to dinner to get it all out. I love friends with depth. We have plenty of friends who would rather not have deep conversations and that's fine, but Saturday night it was nice to get our inspiration on.

Today it's back to the Blackeyed Peas and Kelly Clarkson. Wasn't Kelly Clarkson the coolest at the MTV VMA's? She took her friend Ashley onstage with her because she didn't have a posse. She's so grounded. The depth is refreshing, especially on the same show with Diddy's five minute video tribute to himself and the history and evolution of his Diddy-P.Diddy-Puff Daddy-Puffy-Sean Combs name. So much of the show was me, me, me. Not Kelly Clarkson--she's too cool for that. And you know she loves salsa.