When last we met, we had just finished breakfast.
We walked back to the house, lathered up with sunscreen, and headed out.
It was CHILI FEST TIME!
Now, apparently none of us are good at reading the internet.
The chili fest had no tastings, no samples, we were not to spend hours gorging ourselves on dozens of types of chili. No.
In fact, by the time we arrived, the chili cookoff had already happened.
But, wait, sometimes happened.
We rolled in JUST in time to watch the jalapeno pickled quail egg eating contest. If you think that's a mouthful, trying eating as many of those little eggs as you can in 60 seconds.
The guy in the above picture is the reigning champion. 42 eggs. This was his final year. He was retiring. He lallygagged the whole 60 seconds. 41 eggs. It would have been 42 if you counted the egg he casually ate before his 60 seconds started. Or the eggs he grabbed and ate walking away after his 60 seconds was up. That man was clearly a pimp.
I think this guy smuggled some eggs out in his beard to eat later. And one of his suport team members is wearing tighty whities over his shorts. AWESOME.
This guy had the best neck beard I have ever seen in my life. It's like he was watching We Love The 90s, saw Vanilla Ice's eye brows, and thought "I know a game worth two of that." AMAZING.
We also saw one dude hurl. It was his first year competeing. My husband took a video of it, but the guy burried his head in the trash can too deep for it to be worth posting.
Once the competition was over they let we, the viewer, taste the eggs.
I was excited, since I had wanted to compete. But they never emailed me back.
We took turns eating them, just in case one of us had a gross out reaction.
But we all found them delicious.
Even Sara, who was reluctant to try them at first.
Oh, do you see her hat?
We decided to be hat twins, since I needed a summer hat. Oh yeah.
As you can see, we did eventually find chili. It was everything I hoped it would be.
So, this all happened the day before the mud run.
So, the next day we got crazy muddy.
That night, to round out our Texas education, we decided to make mums.
Sara's sister Arica even came over to help.
What are mums, you ask? As far as I can tell, they are strictly a Texas thing. You take one of those 1st place ribbons from a science fair (yes, I was a nerd), and add more ribbon and stuffed animals and stuff?
Sample internet picture:
Arica made one for our friend Sheri (who probably hasn't received it yet, so shhhh, don't tell her):
Sara's has a t-rex smack dab in the middle:
Well, there's another Texas tradition: taking "serious" pictures in a field of bluebonnet flowers. So, Monday, before I left, Sara and I made a pilgramige to a field of bluebonnets. And took mum pictures.
So, I guess I need to harass her for those.
So, that was my Texas trip. Yay!
I started mowing the back lawn last night. We bought an electric mower, in an attempt to be hippies, and it works fine when we remember to mow regularly, but it's been month, so I could only do a partial job last night.
I tried again this morning, but somehow I didn't plug it in properly last night, so, boo.
I guess I need to shower and get dressed. I have a volleyball date in La Verne, whereever the hell that is.
What are your weekend plans?