Mexico trip revisisted.

My trip feels like it's a 100 years away. My tan is fading and my hair is fading from shiny blond to ash. My skin is peeling due to my lack of attention to moisturizer. I've worked close to 80 hours since I returned which is another reason the memories are fading fast. But I have this one...

So it's Houston on my return flight home- bumped - well not bumped I missed my connection. Bumped sounds better doesn't it? Anywhoo I was bumped and my tequila was confiscated. Ok fine not confiscated I handed it in, I had to face a bloody 45 minute line-up to buy a box for it, so I handed it to the baggage dude - his lucky day. Well it was cheap tequila so not so much perhaps. Anyway, I had to spend the night.

I get this cheap hotel that they gave me a coupon for, mostly because it's close to the airport and it has internet connection. I had landed at the airport at 6PM and I didn't get through rebooking until 9PM - in my books too long to hang around the airport particularly because I wasn't going home and I didn't have luggage. I should say I crawled into bed right away but I had to run for a bite and ate a burger at this joint called Sonic, we don't have it in Canada. I didn't realize as I walked across the street that you couldn't go in, you had to order outside and wait for food. It was 39F - jeesh not burger waiting weather peeps. Burger wasn't that great either. Then I crawled into bed. I fell asleep. God this is an amazing story isn't it?

So anyway I'm fast asleep in dreamy land and I wake up to screams. My heart races and I try to figure out where the phone is so I can call 911 and then it hits me. These screams aren't terror ridden they're pleasure driven. Honestly first time I've heard someone real have sex. Sheltered life apparently. (also proof I haven't had a threesome) She goes on for a while but I never hear the man. I didn't sense she climaxed but the sounds ended. It took me awhile to fall back to sleep. It didn't turn me on, I found it kind of disturbing honestly.

I'm sleeping again (duh, duh, duh) and wait for it...she started it again. Fuck. Maybe he'd fallen asleep before he finished earlier, maybe she did, who knows maybe it was number 7 after a full day. I had to wake up AGAIN!

I'll finish with the worst part of the whole story.

They didn't have internet.

My trip was mucho fantastico.

I'm rested, tanned, well as much as a very white girl gets, and I'm ready to tackle real life again.

These pictures represent some of the things I liked - getting dressed up, getting wet at the beach, reading, dining, and last but not least the scenery.

I'll be back Mexico - I'll be back.

Finally an un-retouched high res picture of moi. It's blurry you say? Blame the photographer.

Don't fly Continental

Missed a connection, okay two connections due to bad weather and have arrived home 30 hours after I was due to arrive. That's not really the worst of it - I have NO luggage! You have NO idea the cost of what is contained in those bags ( yes bags) - Michael Kors shoes, designer dresses, my Mac make-up... It will show up right? Right??!!

I'm off to shower off two days of grime and make myself pretty for my bed. Yes it matters okay. I looked like hell on wheels for two days straight and I need to remind myself I can look good.

Who needs shoes when you can wear sand?

Wanted - Super rich, cute, funny man

Oh how I love Starbucks, let me count the ways!

I've been very, very good and have stayed away from my computer for almost five days. Okay okay I did peek once but it was on a public computer and I couldn't browse so I'm not really counting that day.

I have found a new passion. One that means I have to secure a very rich man. His money will take me around the world to dive. Hopefully he will enjoy this passion too - it will help. *wink

I did my first dive on the weekend and I'm basically starting at the end saying I'm enamored in a big way of this experience. I didn't have any certification or practice so let's just say my panic nearly cost me this experience of a lifetime. I was terrified I wouldn't know how to breath once under water and the five minute explanation for clearing the breathing tube seemed terribly brief once descending.

I'm proud to say I pushed through the terror and dove. Now to be fair it was only 22 feet deep and for each tourist there was one guide - so I wasn't truly in danger - it just felt like it.

I did discover I'm as much of a blond underwater as over it. I was caught up in my world and didn't feel I had to pay that much attention to the experienced divers. Wait, that sounds blasé and I wasn't - what I mean is I didn't watch their every move I just kept them in peripheral view. At some point I realized the other divers - newbies and others - were stopped ahead of me. I saw an experienced diver indicate in a half circle with his arm - I really didn't think too much of what that meant and continued to approach the group. He held up his hand to signal stop- I got that cue. I stopped. He pointed behind me and I turned around. There was a very long, slender, kind of silver fish. Cool. Because everyone was watching it I did too. I wondered if it was rare because they all seemed so interested. I was maybe four feet from it. I learned later that the half circle gesture was meant for me to swim a half circle away but instead I'd swum right over it. A barracuda.

I had no idea of course until we surfaced and ALL the divers were excitedly babbling. Even the experienced divers indicated their thrill. Wow - and here I was oblivious - just marveling at the beautiful big fish which stayed perfectly still just a few feet from me.

We stayed about an hour underwater and I saw hundreds if not thousands of tropical wonders - I know this is corny but I want to watch Little Nemo again - I feel like I've experienced it a bit. Yesterday I ferried to Cozumel and snorkled off of a reef and once again felt transported to a world I don't live in.

So in summary - any super rich, cute, funny men out there looking to take me around the world to dive?

Few little tidbits I've learned about Barracudas -

They are voracious, opportunistic predators relying on surprise and short bursts of speed (up to 28 miles per hour (45 km/h))[4] to overtake their prey. (Wiki)

Diamond rings and other shiny objects have been known to catch their attention and resembles prey to them. Caution should be taken when swimming near mangrove coastlines by covering or removing items. (Crap should have removed the silver rings huh?)

Like sharks, some species of barracuda are reputed to be dangerous to swimmers. Gulp

The picture below is exactly as I remember the fish. Wiao. That's wow in Spanish. heh

Bye my lovelies...see ya on the beach side.

I'm leaving winter scarves behind.

And I look like I'm going rather mad, as in craaaazy mad.

So bahama mama's to you!

Shallow Much

1.5 sleeps but who's counting till I go.

I've had a few 'issews' come up.

Like the bloody eye thang. Literally a bloody eye - I had to go to emerg and everything. Half of my eye was filled with blood and I know vampires are supposed to look sexeh and everything this vampire did not. I'd ignored a sinus infection for too long, having got used to the headaches as part of my normal existence. But a severe attack brought on a headache so strong the pressure caused a bleed. This made me go to Emerg. Normally I hate taking up a doctors time in this unit because quite frankly they've got better things to do. But...I was at work and didn't have time to make an appointment - I mean people my eye was scary! The doctor wrote a prescription. I asked how long the eye would last and to my SHOCK and HORROR he said two weeks. Well after he had picked me off the floor from my dead faint he asked why I was so concerned - I told him "man, I'm going to Mexico - I can't look like this!". He said simply and with a condescending shrug "wear dark glasses." If I had the time I would have educated him about how men react to facial appearance and would declare myself now a five and average. Yikes man! The good news is he was a crackpot and my eye cleared up in two days. He's from another country perhaps two weeks and two days have some confusion in English. Harumpff..

I've been running now for a total of three weeks and entered week number four of training. But...an old Achilles heel hurt is acting up and after a run I can't walk on anything but my toes for 24 hours afterwards. Four inch heels will be the solution in Mexico. I'm planning on doing ziplines - do you think this will be awkward? Hmmmmmm.

The good news is my hairdresser gave me this miracle talcum powder for hair and it acts like a miracle drug for volume. I wondered as I applied it this a.m. if perhaps the powder was cancerous and then decided it didn't matter my hair looked amazing.

I have to go to bed now. I need to catch up on sleep in order to be rested for sleeping on the beach. Life is hard.

Everybody's goin surfin...

I am a wee bit sore. Six 90 minute workouts in seven days. Yesterday was my day of rest. I know I won't get the beach bod in time for Mexico but it sure feels good to start. It's the mental 10 pounds I've lost so far. Nice. It's hard to get my ball rolling but once it does - look out!

It's been a while since a Half Naked Thursday shot - so thought heck why not start the week off with a Thursday. Sounds right to me.

The Gambler

Super tired right bout now. Went to bed at 5:00 AM this morning! An after Xmas Christmas party - the best kind. I came in third in a poker party, there were 30 people playing so I did a'right. Three tables of ten to start, three from each table chosen and then a final table of nine. We don't play Texas Holdem for moula we play for prizes and I got a sweeeet camera - watch for more pics. (don't groan) . The winner of the tourney was a VERY good player and complimented me on my skills, I was flattered. I played well I admit. He took me on a rather large bid - he had a card come up on the river which gave him a great deal of my chips - the probability was 8% for him, 92% for me. He was damn lucky. I play poker maybe three times a year - don't want to give the impression I'm a shark.

Went shopping this afternoon, not the best relaxing way to recover but I needed (ya uh huh) to get bathing suits. I HATE that chore really - I don't think there's a woman alive who likes that job. Okay maybe a couple but not many. I did find a couple I like - is ten bathing suits too many? Prolly.

Tomorrow is the day I find out if the project I've been working on for six months is the successful proponent. It's a MAJOR deal and much celebration will occur should we be chosen. We are so far out in front it will take a major melt-down of the evaluation team to have any other result than us. Tru stry. Should we be the successful proponent I will need to hit the ground running and I don't see life settling for at least a year. My trip to the Mayan Riveria will be the last respite I get. May the sunshine gods shine upon me.

Pictures are irrelevant - but what else is new. The one below is the only pussy shot you're likely to get - she does need to be shaved though - looking a little rough.