It's tax time again and the local businesses are out again trying to lure customers in. The above picture was taken from a tax place on Springfield and just three houses down, on the same street, is another tax place. Looks like some stiff competition.
I hope I get a good tax return this year. I know several places downtown where I can spend my cash. You're invited BTW. First round on me.
Pano's bid to be Laredo's best bakery seems to be well underway, and now that they have opened their 7th store, it seems that they have they have taken over the world. Personally, I prefer Quickie, La Perlita or El Mejor Pan Bakery myself, but Pano's has its moments, especially when the other bakeries are closed for the day or have run out of sweet bread.
One thing I had not noticed is that Pano's accepts Lonestar Card. Wow, must be nice to eat pan dulce on someone else's dime. Goes to show how important sweet bread is to raza.
Now, if only Mami Chula's accepted Lonestar, then that would be sweeter.
That crazy time that we all dread is here again. It's that time of the year in which we all have a love/hate relationship with all things George and its WBCA version of him.
I'm tired of having to defend Laredo. There isn't anything to do in Laredo, they say.
The are no bookstores in Laredo. People are illiterate here, they say.
Parks are awful in Laredo. But I still defend my hometown. There is a high unemployment rate in this city. But I still defend mi Laredo.
But the hilarious Martha Washington shenanigans and most of the WBCA events, that I can't defend.
Its that time of the year again in which I'm ashamed to live in Laredo (OK, easy on the drama now).
Soon, Laredo will once again have a pro baseball team. Now you can enter the contest to name the team. Send in your submissions. I believe that the winner receives nice perks, including lifetime tickets. LaredoProbaseball.com
Send me your submissions if you like; I'll submit them for you! I will; I will. Promise. (changuitos).
I ran across a song titled "Tome Schlitz" that I had found on a forum some time back. It's a Little Joe song. Looks like it was recorded sometime in the mid to late 70s. I had a couple of cold ones, during a carne asada, with my father and we played this song several times. Made a video slide show with some random pictures I found online. I'm getting thirsty now. Tomen Schlitz people!
I'm saddened to admit that I will be unable to attend the Menudo Bowl. I had hoped on going and snapping some pics for the ol' blog, but, due to work, I won't be attending the Bowl. Send me some pics of the event if you have some to share with everyone.
Wanting by L.C. Wanting the forbidden opens the soul to tempation of the unwanted. These uneasy f e e l i n g s of lust, formulating uncontrollable wants that are unfathomable. Lack of control is driving sanity away and allowing insanity to creep in and take control. It leaves emptiness, false hope, false love, false dreams losing grips of r e a l i t y fingertip by fingertip I'm trying to keep hold.
More fun from Naturall Yogurt over on the southside: Winter Hours
It seems that the good people over at Naturall Yogurt are expecting heaving blizzards this winter for they have altered their hours of operation in anticipation of the heavy snowfalls. No sense in getting caught in two feet of snow just 'cuz you had a frito pie craving. I'm glad they're keeping it real.
Fellow blogger, Que Fregados, featured a crazy youtube video of some guy going off on 'carne asada'. I thought it was a bit funny and decided to give the video some more play on this site. Watch it or go to Fregados blog and view the others by the same uploader. Let's make it go Laredo viral!
Check out the Laredo Parks and Rec shirt on this guy. At least he has guts.
"Una carnita, aqui ya sabes para los youtube members, you now for keeping it totally mexican-american, latino, hispanic, border living, laredo, TX!"
From a movie, but my personal creed that I live by:
"Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pu*sy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
Give the title of the movie and you win my admiration.
I had never met a real Poeta before. But, I was at a stoplight recently, and fate brought me up close and personal to a real Poeta! I was thrilled. I was flabbergasted. I wanted to write a haiku about it. I tried to pull up next to this poet, but he sped away and left me breathing his smog. Alas, no poets for me.
The Holidays are not my favorite time of the year. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years are just a downer for me. I'm actually glad to have them out of the way and I can go back to living it up, like its 1999.
I didn't used to be this way though. Christmas and New Year's Day used to be the raddest time of the year, now its just another expense. It's not that I want to be all Ebenezer-like, but that's just the way it goes these days.
I spent a night over at my Mother's house recently, for reasons that you should not be concerned with, and I went to sleep in my old bedroom circa-1996. I was awaken early Sunday morning by the loud music that was still being played by one of my parents' neighbors. It turns out that their party had gone on well into the wee hours of the morning, so much so, that by 7am, they were barely finishing up their last can of Schlitz and jamming out to Fama.
I was used to those particular neighbors, for many a nights, back in the day…
Three Fourths Please By J.A. Jimenez I awoke, big toe still lingering on my foot. The drones [in green] cut across the dotted line. A smiley face drawn on my leg served as a guide so they wouldn’t miss. The buzzing of a saw announced their task. Two orbs of light above me warmed my ass. I heard the drip, drip, drip, of the morphine by my side, and I remembered high school and the good times I had getting high. But just like back then the fun ended all too soon. A high five signaled their success and when I looked down
there was my toe
smiling at me
a medicine cup.
This town is crazy for their Dallas Cowboys. Even though they had a less than stellar season, some fans still love to show their love for their favorite team on everything imaginable, including vehicle decals.
I spotted this vehicle as I made my daily rounds around town. "Puro P*nche Cowyboys", the decal reads. That about sums up sports in Laredo. Maybe next year.