Take a chill pill!

People are very testy today

I've had 3 people come in to complain that 3 other people lied about them or to them and someone accuse people of stealing.

breathe people

it's a short week

not everyone is out to get you.

well -- some of them may be out to get you

Happy New Year, Ya'll.

One black tennis shoe

Did you think it was funny to hide from me today while your mate sat next to the brown tennis shoe?

You've been elfed -- well Elf-You!

Last week I was at a meeting of all our HR Managers -- one of them (who I suspect reads this blog as I've seen that someone from her location has visited my site -- I'm like Santa -- I know all!) -- was talking about "you've been elfed"

Aparently one of your neighbors puts together a bag of treats and gives it to 2 neighbors (ding-dong-ditch method) with a note saying "you've been elfed" and challenging them to spread the christmas cheer by elfing 2 other neighbors.....you're supposed to then hang a I've been elfed sign in your window so you don't get re-elfed.

My reaction?

"I would be pissed!" -- "who wants another chore to do at Christmas time!" --

All of them made fun of me.

This week -- I got elfed -- by one of the HR Managers -- (and yes -- I was a little pissed)

Yesterday I went out and put together 2 cute bags -- a holiday hot pad, a box of candy and some artificial flowers.

Today -- I see that I got elfed back. With my own bag.

They basically just put it in front of my door.

Bastards.

Project List

I'm developing my project plan for a huge project I'm captaining for 2010.

The thought behind this process is that by breaking it into tiny pieces any task can be done (You know -- "How do you eat an elephant?" -- "One bite at a time")

As I break this down into it's tiny little pieces and the list grows longer and longer.....It's making the elephant look larger.

Pass the Tums -- this elephant is going to be difficult to digest.

Things that are my job

Seriously?

How is it HR's job to refill the tampax machine

Just because we're girls?

What if they hired a bunch of guys in HR --

ridiculous.

irritated

I thought I bought everything I need for Thanksgiving -- and realized last night when I got home that I have no chicken broth.

Back to the stores tomorrow

grrrr

Thankgiving meal planning

Ok -- pre planning for Thanksgiving is making me a little crazy.

Being married for a long time meant that we knew each other -- and each other's tastes really really well

So this year -- it's Tgiving with Curt -- just us -- for the first time.

If you know me, you know that I'm not in the least bit intimidated by cooking -- even holiday meals. But making a meal that's tasty, and well received is really important to me. And I think part of this is that my ex was really bad at paying compliments -- and the only praise I received for (I kid you not -- at least the last 5 years we were married) was for food I cooked. So praise for food = love. Crazy? maybe a little bit -- but we all go a little crazy sometimes.

Curt has reallly different taste. How do you make Tgiving without onions? sigh

So here's the plan

Herbed Roast Turkey with Herb gravy

Mashed Potatos -- but I must admit that I watched a video of Julia at the Smithsonian making Garlic Mashed potatos (28 cloves of garlic!!!!) - that I'm tempted to try.

Dressing (never stuffing -- stuffing is just inviting a trip to the ER for you and the WHOOOOOLE family) -- but I have to rethink the rye bread, pecan, apple, sausage stuffing -- I have no idea how to make mom's Cornbread dressing -- I've been watching Food Network for hours looking for ideas

Creamed Spinach (I learned to make this from my late brother-in-law John -- I have to make it every year -- and Yes, I know that I'm the only one who'll eat it. )

Rolls

Cranberries? -so here's the funny thing -- I'm a major food snob -- but I love that jellied Cranberry crap that comes in the can. Somethings just taste like home.

We're going to go to Amy and Tyler's for dessert -- I think I'll take the espresso brownies. It's Amy's first Thanksgiving. First time I did Thanksgiving it was for Conrad, Mom and Dad and my Grandmother (maybe 1998?). We were living in Los Lunas, NM -- I had a huge kitchen -- well the room was huge, but it had an ancient stove.

I blame the stove.

I cooked the Turkey exactly the way Betty Crocker told me to.

Raw

bleeding

disgusting.

I had to cut it up and put it back in the oven. Everything else was ready when I took the raw bird out -- so all the sides were dried out when he bird was finally cooked -- oh -- and pretty flavorless too.

Did I mention that I didn''t have a dishwasher back then?

ugh.

Thank God for meat thermometers.

Have a happy Thanksgiving Day -- and tell the cook it's an awesome meal.....even if it's raw.

I want to paint

Damn me -- I have to finish clearing out my guest room so I can start.

Went to the National Gallery of Art -- There was a modern art exhibit that really inspired me.....it was arranged by type of painting -- categories like 'drip' -- and my personal favorite -- scrape

layers upon layers of paint -- that have dried on the surface -- then are scraped across -- or in some cases -- textures that have paint scraped across (very much like what I am working on for a painting right now)

I must paint

and I have to work this weekend.

so frustrated.

( -- oh -- and the picture here isn't from that collection -- its a Picabia -- and I'm in LOVE)

Can't win

Why in the world would rejecting a man and then ignoring him for 5 months -- no contact of any kind -- make him feel encouraged to try again?

I blame romantic comedies.

The idea that at the last minute the girl will come to her senses and rush into the hero's arms

lame

Getting into the Swing

Mark your calendar.

This is the first week when I feel like I really belong in the new job.

I finally have my arms around what I'm supposed to be doing and feel that I'm a normal amount behind instead of buried with no hope of ever seeing daylight again.

I'm sure this is a temporary feeling that will soon pass.

But I'm going to enjoy it until it does.

Bob

Bob the mouse -- who once adorably hopped across my carpet -- was found running out of a bag of chips this morning.

Hideous little creature.

you must die.

Thank you Amy....

....for pointing out that it's ok to pack dirty laundry for the sake of getting the packing done.

You're an awesome friend.

Pokey Gazelle

One of my FB friends posted this:

“Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle; when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”

How wrong is this that my thought is -- hmmm -- I don't have to be the FASTEST gazelle -- I just have to out-run the SLOWEST gazelle.

No -- I'm not reaching for the bottom rung -- not to worry -- I'm just a little worn out.

Project from Hell

Tuesday we received the Spanish translation of the new and improved Associate Handbook (which by the way took months and months of editing to create the English version)

We were asked on Tuesday morning to have the proof-reading of the Spanish translation done by Thursday morning.

It became immediately obvious that Thursday was NEVER going to happen.

I speak Spanish as a second language -- I'm good -- but I'm no native speaker. I found about 50 or 60 errors in the handbook -- including some where the bad translation actually changed the meaning of the section!

Today I called a meeting with the other proof-readers -- all native speakers.

2 hours in -- we had proofread about 15 pages -- with close to 200 corrections. We have about 20 more pages to go.

The mistakes we found from this "professional" translation were shocking. Spanish 101 errors, inconsistencies (translating the word "crafts" 3 different ways in different parts of the book)

Shocking

I can't believe that I decided I wasn't good enough to be a translator.

Apparently I could have gone into this business and raked it in.

Jacked up pay

Discovered today that Michaels paid me not once -- but twice last week.

Once at my old rate
Once at my new rate

The solution?
return the correct check
keep the incorrect check
Next week get paid the correct amount
plus the difference between the wrong amount and the right amount

flipping brilliant.

Great email

Got a facebook email today from someone I know sort of casually.

The message read:

Do you have any friends in their 40s that would go out with my friend Steve. If so his number is 214.493.xxxx.

I'm not sure who should be more insulted by this -- Steve or the women in their 40's!

ATTENTION! -- WOMEN IN YOUR 40's -- A MAN OF INDETERMINATE AGE, PROFESSION, TALENTS AND APPEARANCE IS AVAILABLE!!! -- HIGH ALERT!!!

Aparently -- I don't need to know anything about "steve" -- his availability alone should be enough.

and while I'm at it -- poor Steve -- having his 30-something friend pimp him out and offer up his phone number to any woman willing to blindly call him.

Poor Steve.

jacksonville day 1

I'm in Jacksonville

Learning how my job is supposed to be done when I'm not running around like a lunatic.

I'm checked in

and decided that Cracker Barrel was my best bet for dinner (did I mention I'm in Jacksonville??)

I ordered the meatloaf (still trying to find Mom's meatloaf -- -- I'm going to have to just start making them until I figure it out by myself)

where was I

ah

I ordered meatloaf -- and steak fries -- and hash brown casserole (leamme alone -- I wanted comfort food) with the country green beans and cornbread muffins.

Sad, dry meatloaf with a smear of ketchup on the top -- mushy green beans -- hard muffins (if these are just like grandma used to make -- grandma was a crap cook)

I look over at the table to the left and I see a little old lady -- in her 80's with a dowager's hump. She's wearing light brown pants -- like me, and a purple top (i almost wore mine today) and is having the meatloaf...

by herself.

like me.

It made me feel a little sad.

Which is ridiculous -- -I'm not this lady -- I'm not going to be this lady.

I'm just feeling overwhelmed and I'm tired and really really hate eating alone. (which is the lecture I gave myself as I buttered those hard dry muffins)

I had cheered myself up when the waitress came by and said, " Gee! you two should have sat together!!"

I'm going to start sitting up straight right away.

too early

Dang 3:51
some are just going to sleep
my alarm went off

Probed

Well ladies and gentlemen -- I've been to the doctor for my third vaginal probing this year.


(Vaginal ultrasound you perves)

It's a long thin wand -


The tech treats me like a hollow chocolate easter bunny.


All the way in


North -- yeah -- that's not too bad -- a normal direction
North-NorthEast -- hmmm -- it'll be over soon
North-NorthWest - alright -- I can see that -- I've got ovaries on both sides
South -- uh -- SOUTH? (are we looking at my spine?)
South - SouthEast -- grr
South - SouthWest -- grrrrr
East -- Seriously -- EAST?>? oh crap -- that means
West -- dang.



Are my ovaries really that hard to locate? Are they hiding? On vacation? shy?
I haven't moved them without authorization
I definitely brought them in with me.
one on each side.



When she was done -- she handed me a tissue -- told me to clean myself up -- get dressed -- and leave.


No cuddles
No dinner

I bet she just went on to the next woman.


Seriously -- if Curt came at me with this thing I would break up with him and get a restraining order.


I thanked her and asked if they took VISA.

anniversary

So Curt informs me that today is our 3 month anniversary.

1st date -- 3 months ago today

And it occurs to me --- I've only dated one other person for more than 3 months (He who shall not be named!)

How is this possible?

Let's see -- High School -- well -- I didn't put out -- so I rarely went out on more than 3 dates in a row.

College -- yeah -- pretty much the same. I spent most of college with a painful crush that kept me from seeing anyone else at all.

Then I got married.

Since then -- there have been lots of dates -- but no one steady.

until now.

So -- what does it mean that as of tomorrow I'm in uncharted territory?

I'm writing this story one page -- shoot -- one paragraph at a time.

It's just the next day

right?

Don't worry -- I have a paper bag ready for hyperventilation.

Real Time Review: Purely Decadent Chocolate no-dairy frozen dessert made with Coconut Milk

Ok -- so anyone who knows me, knows that dairy is the devil. But I miss ice cream -- and although I do love chocolate sorbet -- it ain't ice cream folks.

Oh-- and soy has a bad bad baaaaaaad aftertaste

So I thought I would try the Purely Decadent (made with coconut milk) non-dairy frozen dessert -- Chocolate -- right now -- while I'm blogging

Ok -- time to open it up...

Looks like ice cream -- maybe a little too fluffy

smells like the little tiny containers of ice cream you could buy in Jr. High (ok -- in the 80's) that came with a flat wooden spoon.

first taste

very coconutty
melted nicely in my mouth
not hard like most ice cream straight from the fridge
vague cocoa flavor more than true chocolate
no weird aftertaste

It's like a frozen mounds bar

recommended.

Now go away

I'm want to be alone with it for awhile!

New Job PROS and CONS list

PRO:
New Job=More Money
CON:
New Job=Long Commute

CON:
3 out of 4 of my staff were termed 1 day before I started
PRO:
I get to build a new staff

PRO:
I get to build a new staff
CON:
I HAVE to build a new staff

PRO:
Much more casual dress code
CON:
No open toed shoes

PRO:
Walls! a Door! WINDOWS!
CON:
The view from the windows is a conveyor belt. (who am I kidding -- I got me some WALLS! I could care less about the view!!!!)

CON:
Long loooooooong looooooooooooong hours
PRO:
interesting challenging work -- the 12 hour days just fly by (no really!)

CON:
My office is on the far side of the warehouse
PRO:
If I don't lose weight at this job I'll have no one to blame!!

CON:
I'm having to give up some projects I loved and I'll miss my corporate friends
PRO:
I'm going to have a great time at the new job -- just as soon as I figure out what the heck I'm supposed to be doing!

Wish me luck!

week 1 at new job

humiliation
just wanted to rest my eyes
fast asleep at 8

Apartment Shopping

Last weekend -- started looking for a new apartment close to the new job.

Sunday -- everything was closed -- I found 2 prospects -- but mostly ran around looking at closed offices.

It ocurred to me that I needed to make sure that my new apartment building is in a good school district.

DeeDee was kind enough to give me few sites to look at:

ratemyschool.com and
greatschools.com

Yeah -- ratemyschool.com -- PORN site (DeeDee! -- I'm shocked!)


Thanks DeeDee -- any future kids sure would get a great education there.

Best laugh I had all day.

Ft Myers fires porn star husband

Fla. town employee fired over porn actress wife
By BRIAN SKOLOFF (AP) – 3 days ago

The mayor of a small southwest Florida town on Thursday defended the town council's decision to fire its city manager after officials learned his wife is an adult film actress.

Mayor Larry Kiker insisted that Scott Janke's termination had nothing to do with his spouse's job, that the town was merely trying to maintain order.

"What we were addressing was a situation where we weren't going to be able to govern the town with all the disruption and interruption," Kiker said.

The plan appears to have backfired.

"I've done over 30 interviews (with media) ... I've gotten hundreds of e-mails, we're getting threatened," Kiker said. "Nobody is getting any work done around here."

Still, Kiker insisted that Janke wasn't fired because of his wife's job.

"We didn't fire him because his wife was a porn star," Kiker griped, adding that the decision wasn't a "knee-jerk reaction."

However, the mayor also noted: "It was not his job performance. We all liked Scott ... He's a good guy."

Kiker said he learned of Janke's wife's job after receiving a telephone call from a reporter on Tuesday. He said he then spoke to Janke, who agreed "this was going to be a big disruption for the town and he was not going to be able to do his job well."

Within a few hours, Kiker had called an emergency town council meeting, and the group voted 5-0 to exercise a "no-cause" clause in Janke's contract, effectively firing him.

Councilman Tom Babcock said at a council meeting Wednesday that Janke was fired because his wife's profession brought an inaccurate image to Fort Myers Beach, the News-Press of Fort Myers reported.

"When you become a public figure you are held to a different level of scrutiny and ethics," Babcock said at the meeting.

Janke told The Associated Press on Wednesday night that he and his wife had their "heads held high."

"We have done nothing to be embarrassed about. We've done nothing wrong," Janke said. He said it's too early to think about what's next, and wouldn't comment on any possible legal action.
He will get a severance package worth six months salary, which comes to about $50,000, plus health benefits.

Janke said he married Anabela Mota Janke, who goes by the stage name Jazella Moore, in October. He began working for the town in March 2008.

Not that I'm a fan of Porn -- or porn stars -- but seriously? Why should anyone care who he's married to? -- Another one for the lawyers.

Quests

On a quest to find:

• a book of the letters of John and Abigail Adams' letters
• a new apartment close to work and not so far that my friends will never visit again
• a flat silicone hot pad at least 12 x 12 (for my Mom)
• a great little black dress -- you know -- the one that we're all supposed to have in our wardrobes
• Something to wear with those cute orange shoes I bought earlier this year

Yeah -- that's pretty much it

Life is good -- I pretty much have what I need.

What a happy thought

Grandma in the car

I dreamt the other night that I was out with Mom and Dad and my 93 yr old grandmother. Dad insisted that Grandma should drive us back.

The whole time I'm saying, "Grandma, left, Left LEFT!" as we careen around town -- almost driving off the road and missing our on-ramp (apparently dream-Dad thought that Grandma+Interstate was a grand idea!)

My Dad's in the backseat telling me to be quiet and leave Grandma alone.

seriously?

Ruth hasn't been allowed to drive since about 1965 --

I couldn't stop laughing when I woke up.

Just before that -- I dreamed that Curt and I were talking about.......oh -- wait

nevermind

that part of the dream's none of your business....

Yeah -- he's a catch

From Craigslist missed connections


to the lady I once adored - m4w - 56
Reply to: pers-mtswx-1256708497@craigslist.org Date: 2009-07-06, 6:20PM CDT

I'm the type of man that only persues one relationship. That being said, I am s-o-o-o-o glad you showed what a bitch you are before I wasted any time with you.

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oooooooooh and an almost accidental haiku!

Break Room - m4w - 40 (We work in Richardson)
Reply to: pers-2hjx4-1251195690@craigslist.org Date: 2009-07-02, 7:37PM CDT

This past wednesday
we made eye contact, 2 times
You came in for ice.

I don't even know your name!

‘Want a job? What’s your Facebook password?’

July 6, 2009 by Staff (found on HR Morning.com and edited down)

This employer’s taken the concept of online background checks to a new level.
Candidates applying for jobs with the city of Bozeman, Montana, are asked to list “any and all” Web sites, chat rooms and social networking groups they use (”including but not limited to Facebook, Google, Yahoo, YouTube.com, MySpace, etc.”) — along with their usernames and passwords.

Many hiring managers Google applicants’ names or look for them on Facebook, but actually logging in to their personal profiles is something new entirely.

Why does Bozeman want that access? According to city attorney Greg Sullivan, it’s “to make sure the people that we hire have the highest moral character and are a good fit for the city,” The Consumerist reports.

Sullivan also said the city doesn’t look at “the things that the federal Constitution lists as protected things” (whatever that means)................ In a recent press release, Bozeman announced it will “suspend its practice of reviewing candidates’ password protected internet information until the City conducts a more comprehensive evaluation of the practice.”

Of all the stupid insane HR practices -- what is the City of Bozeman thinking? Protected information such as Age, familial status, sexual orientation, religion, medical information -- are all available on facebook. How in the world could they defend this practice in court.

Hey -- why stop there -- why not ask for my Eharmony password --

idiots.

Teambuilding gone bad.

The Backstory: Naked Friday proves a hit at marketing firm

.....Ailing design and marketing company onebestway, in Newcastle upon Tyne in northern England, were convinced by a business psychologist to get their gear off for Naked Friday in an effort to boost team spirit. Psychologist David Taylor told The Sun that going naked would allow the team to lose their inhibitions and talk more openly and honestly with each other. "Inviting an organisation to go naked is the most extreme technique I've used," he said.
.....nearly all of the staff turned up in their birthday suits on the day – except for one man who chose to wear a posing pouch and two women who kept their underwear on. Front-of-house manager Sam Jackson told The Sun: “It was brilliant. Now that we've seen each other naked, there are no barriers. "We weren't put under pressure. If we wanted to come in clothed or in our underwear, we could. But I love my body and wasn't ashamed."

Part of my job is to keep up with the HR news -- this came in today. My first thought -- Is there some sort of English April fools day in July?

How do you even present such a thing? What does the Policy look like on this one.

SOP 874 - Naked Friday

Purpose: To promote free communication throughout the company

Guidelines:

• Associates may choose to wear or not wear clothes within Dress Code
• During naked Friday you may not wear tube tops, hot pants, coulottes, t-shirts with offensive statements or flip flops in alignment with Dress Code guidelines Monday - Thursday.
• Associates wearing inappropriate clothing will be asked to strip naked immediately in order to comply with Naked Friday Dress Code guidelines
• If the need arises, Associates experiencing unexpected autonomic responses may take their scheduled 15 minute break without notice........

To the Crooked Parker at Work

I just want to thank you -- since you also drive a blue Honda Civic -- I've gotten to know all my co-workers so much better -- as they tease me about my diagonal parking skills every single day.

Without your complete inability to make note of the 2 parallel white lines to aid you.....I might go days and days without people laughing behind my back.

So thank you Crooked Parker

I only hope one day to be able to thank you in person

Missed Connections -- Craigslist

I have to admit -- I'm inspired by some of the treats that Jenn finds on Yahoo Personals -- I've become addicted to missed connections on Craigslist -- here's my favorites from last week.

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The largest chest I've ever seen! No joke - m4w - 20 ( vista ridge lewisville)
You had the largest breasts I've ever seen. So large I was left speechless. Let me know what department store you entered in because that's where I saw your gorgeous self. around 1020

so touching -- I love that he assures her it's "no joke"!

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Hot wife's friend - m4w - 42 (Park Cities)
Can you feel the sexual tension. Love my wife but want to fuck you so bad. You made a comment yesterday about a guy not getting any pussy.

Yeah -- that's not going to blow up in your face -- smooth move

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SA - m4w (I wish )
Your his, not mine, but i wish he did turn into an idiot so i could steal you


Followed by someone's response

RE: SA - m4w - (I wish )
What's your initials and do I know you? Not sure if this was meant for me or not....

And then his sad response

SA - m4w (I wish)
it does not matter i am only posting to feel better

-- very sad

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lemom/inwood - m4w - 35 (mid cities)
returned a few items and noticed your huge breast, would like to start a conversaton with you, are you married?

You have to love a man who craves a woman with one huge breast -- takes all kinds

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Pregnant Woman in Denton Walmart - m4w - 40 (Denton Walmart)
You were a very natural and beautiful brunette at the Denton Walmart. You were wearing a long black (cotton/comfy) dress with yellow and white prints on it. This was on Monday around 5-6 pm. You were paying and I was behind you in line. No, i'm not looking to hook up with you (well, unless you just wanted to. LOL) You appeared to be married (ring) and very pregnant. I just wanted to tell you that you were glowing. You were very sexy. You had sex appeal flowing from every part of you. That's all. Just giving a compliment where a compliment is due. Good luck with your pregnancy. You ARE very sexy.

"Well unless you just wanted to..." wow - not creepy at all.

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I was Drumming in my car - m4w (Carrollton/Addison)
K I'm gonna try and kill a couple of birds with one stone. Because well I can't repost this over and over again for 3 different people. Addison: (beltline and marsh) You were in a red mercedes i think. You were the passenger and we locked eyes. I was in a green car. Carrollton (Marsh/Keller Springs): One of you were in a red car. Carrollton (Trinity Mills/ Old Denton/ Whitlock): You had a white truck and we drove down OR if you've just seen me around the metroplex drumming and/or you just wanted to talk to me you're more than welcome to write me :) Due to my job I get around a lot. Anywhere from Collin County to Denton to Dallas and Tarrant County cities. That is the only picture I have of me drumming in my car. I've attached others incase you recognize me.

OMG --how lazy can you get

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one meat down - m4w - 28 (pg little caesars)
hey would like to talk. me and wife thing ur cute. u know who u are ONE MEAT DOWN get back at us

I'm racking my brain to try to figure out how the phrase "one meat down" worked into the conversation.

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Hot black car, hot black dress, Caren? - m4w - 40 (Allen)
Monday-June 15 You were waiting to get your oil changed and I was thinking the whole time that I would love for you to change mine. Very cute brunette MILF, with an amazing voice, laugh and lovely painted toes that were pointed my way. I'm sure you are married, but just wanted to know you that "it" moved

.....I'm not sure what's going to touch her heart more -- that he wants her to "change his oil" or that "'it' moved"

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Gorgeous Brunette at the Best Western - m4w (North Dallas)
I had just checked in today and was wondering around looking for my room. Of course I ended up going down the wrong corridor initially. As I was trying to find my way, I ended up walking behind you for a short time. And, you were absolutely gorgeous! You seemed to turn around slightly to see who was behind you as you walked into the ladies room. You were wearing a black dress and very sexy black heels. You just carried yourself with such class and self confidence. Assuming you see this and are interested, I would love to talk to you.

Dear creepy guy at the Best Western -- she was not turning around to check you out -- she realized that she was being followed and had visions of slasher movies in her head -- she was looking to see where the closest exit was......

Today

Lazy
Lazy
Lazy
Lazy
Lazy
Lazy
Jane
She wants a drink of water so she waits
and waits
and waits
and waits
and waits for it to rain

-- shel silverstein

Day 3 - I could take a bath in that stuff

Don't worry -- a much shorter blog for Day 3

• picked up the rental car -- it's sort of a standard -- but with an automatic clutch -- so like standard for morons. Sort of irritating.
  
• tootled around -- looking for a nail place
• Worst pedicure ever -- the massage felt like someone was gently rubbing raw squid all over my feet -- you get what you pay for.
• lunch at Park Burger (yes -- that was the name of the place we went on Saturday) -- just awesome. You can tell they're just open -- they're still trying to learn the menu themselves -- so my burger came out med rare (which isn't one of their choices) -which is my favorite. Sweet potato fries and an IBC rootbeer -- I hate to say it -- but I bet I go back one more time before I leave.
• walk -- make that RAN to my car in the rain -- white T-shirt + rain =an interesting show
• read my book in the sunshine (weather's fickle here -- rain one minute -- sun the next)
• Michaels -- I decided to make some wine charms as a Thank you -- (Thanks Lisa for teaching me how!) -- so I got to visit the Colo Blvd store -- -(good service -- way to go Co Blvd!)
• Back home -- Jill had errands to run -- off to the bank together and Kinkos -- then back home because the Fed-ex labels pre-printed where priority (yikes $128!) -- back to Kinkos -- then off to the store

Jay made Chicken in Piri-Piri sauce (When I die -- I want to be laid out and have piri-piri sauce poured all over me -- if that doesn't bring me back -- nothing will!) -- It seemed to be red pepper, onion, lemon, orange peel, serano peppers, salt, pepper and oil -- just amazing --

Another fine day

G

Day 2 - Does Denver have Tornado sirens?

Sunday started slow and relaxing.

Jay and Jill live in this idyllic neighborhood -- mature trees, old brick homes with immaculate yards -- people walking their dogs and pushing strollers -- it's a little stepfordy - if Stepford was hip and happening with lots of people on touring bikes. I have to tell you -- I get the appeal.

We walked down to Pearl street for brunch at the Black Pearl -- we had reservations for 10:30 so we wanted to leave a little early to have time to stroll through the Farmer's market (like you do).

Apparently it was dog day at the farmer's market so nearly every booth was a different specialty rescue group -- we met a lovely chihuahua rescue who looked like a tiny golden retriever -- short haired with golden eyes -- I almost had to shove him in my curry-scented carry on (hey Amy -- the curry powder I bought you is on my DR table if you want it before I get home).

Back away from the dogs, Gina -- BACK AWAY from the dogs.

Black Pearl on Pearl Street (used to be my parent's favorite noodle shop -- sorry M & D -- it's gone) was lovely. Jill had brioche french toast -- which she declared the only brunch food worth eating for the rest of her life. -- Jay had a lamb burger and I had the strangest huevos rancheros ever made -- excellent -- if a little salty -- green chili stew and pinto beans that tasted like curry (what a weird choice).

We walked back through puppyville (huh -- I'm typing this from my bad-handwriting pencil -- I read it the first time as "preppyville" -- which works too) and found 2 actual farmers -- Jill bought some Bok Choy and some muzuna (?? -- like a non-bitter mustard green).

In the afternoon Jay went for a bike ride and Jill and I decided to try to spend a Pottery Barn gift card that she had.

I have to say -- I don't get the attraction to P.B. Overpriced, useless items -- in about 4 colors. We searched for over 40 minutes unable to find anything worth spending free money on -- FREE MONEY FOLKS-- Seriously!!

Settled on a set of 6 highball galsses -- yes 6 highball glasses at PB are $50 -- worse -- they were 46.91 - leaving a balance on that ridiculous card.

Jill and I left the Pottery-barn-o'crap -- and eyeing the dark clouds headed home.

Shortly after getting home Jill got a call from Jay requesting a pickup -- ride called on account of rain. About 10 min later, I heard a familiar sound.

Called Jill

"Jill -- do you have Tornado sirens here?"

"Yes......."

"They're sounding"

So the Colorado girl does not like tornados -- snow I GET -- tornados -- ya'll can keep them. Jay and Jill live in the glass house of death. There's exactly one place that might reasonably safe from a tornado -- it fits one -- what has 2 thumbs and is going to be the only one safe from the tornado? This guy!

It really is like I'm being stalked by the tornados. Maybe I should get a restraining order.

Jay and Jill arrived safely -- tornado warning abated -- and we went to dinner at their friend Cynthia's house -- beautiful dinner -- amazing garden -- homemade brownies -

what a nice day

Denver - Day 1 - battery recharge begins

So I'm writing this early on Day 2

Woke up WAY to early yesterday to make up for the non-packing/locked on the balcony time on Friday.

And Yes -- I'm one of these people who actually gets to the airport 2 hours early -- guilty as charged.

While I waited at the airport -- I watched a large family check in at the gate. They were riveting. Mom -- long hair pulled back, flowing hippi skirt and her 5 (clearly) adopted kids -- 2 girls about 7 dressed in matching pink dresses with black polka dots and 3 boys about 6, 4 and 3 -- all 6 wearing straw cowboy hats.

The kids flowed around her like baby ducks -- not insecure at all -- but staying close to momma none-the-less. The older ones helping corral the younger ones. The poppa -- a Southwest crewmember came by help them check in at the gate.

With calm efficiency hey moved around the room to the wonderment of the other passengers -- kids quiet -- but not subdued. A sweet happy perfect family -- those 2 must be parents of the year. Inspirational

Uneventful flight (my favorite kind) -- plenty of haiku writing time.

Jay picked me up -- with only a brief hiccup -- when I realized that I was on the wrong level -- and we headed to the house.

I can't believe that Jay and Jill have lived here 13 years -- it seems like maybe it could be 6 or 7 -- but that they've been together so long -- time flies.

They live in Washington Park -- Wash park is green and lush as ever -- it's still early Spring here. They live in a 2 story house over 100 years old. Downstairs their outer walls are all exposed brick. They've decorated in rusts, yellow ochre, deep purple and deminy blues -- everything feels plush and welcoming. My paintings fit in here -- I feel content that they've gone to a good home.

Warmly greeted by Slate and Hallie -- I live to pretend that I'm their favorite visitor -- but really -- I think they're just sweet dogs who love everyone -- love whores. As I wrote this Slate came downstairs and hopped up on the couch for a snuggle.

So Day 1 was uneventful -- but here's a summary

• arrived
• napped
• watch Kill Bill vol 1 with Jay and discussed how you would differentiate yourself if you were a member of the Crazy 88 -- what's your trademark? I mean -- Gogo's clearly got the crazy-killer market covered -- there's floppy hair guy -- dirty-funny guy -- Nick-name guy -- swinging chain guy -- crying guy and flys up walls guy. It must be hard to find your niche.
• Walk to a great burger joint (I'll have to get the name for a later blog) - -- long wait to be waited on while waitress after waitress breezed past us -- Jay -- always polite -- went in and innocently asked "Hi -- uh -- where do we place our order" -- Passive-Aggressive-polite -- LOVE IT. Our waitress acknowledged her neglect -- and made a hairshirt joke --- you have to love a city where the waitresses can make a good hairshirt joke -- only in Denver. -- Terrific Sweet Potato fries -- make their own pickles -- I'll get the name of it
  
• Visit to the Reserve List -- found the wine I liked last year so I can order some in Dallas --
  
• Visit to 7 cups of tea -- pretentious tea house -- large selection of teas
• Walked home (people in Wash Park actually WALK places -- soooo cool)
• Veged and made vague plans --
  
• Brushed the dogs -- Hallie's shedding in chunks
• Watched a bad SF channel movie -- Star Runners?
  
• Jill and Gina to the grocery store - - joking about how we always leave the reusable bags in the car.
  
• Left bags in the car
• return to car to retrieve bags
• Jill made an amazing greek salad with hummus and pita chips -- I could eat that every night this week and be blissfully happy
• Lemon tart for dessert
• Watched Total Recall -- because we were all too lazy to figure something else to watch
• Fell asleep on the sofa

I fully expect almost every day to be this dull. right now I'm on the sofa downstairs (Ok -- well not RIGHT now -- but I wrote this in my notebook and I'm translating it to the blog -- go with me on this one) in my PJs listening to birds sing outside. I'm starting to hear movement upstairs -- I imagine Jay and Jill are like "Crap -- she's already up -- you better get up".

BTW -- I love writing this first in pencil. There's a greater intimacy in the experience. As a thought is formed -- it's drawn out of me through the pencil and a light scratching sound from the pencil punctuates that thought.

The scratch pauses as I think of the next phrase -- and the liberation of the eraser comforts me more than the delete key -- and allows me to eradicate my more foolish doodling leaving a shadowy reminder on the page.

So on to Day 2 -- the sun is shining -- it's going to be a wonderful day.

Vacation -- Best laid plans

The long awaited vacation is finally here --

Yesterday -- the big plan (Plan A) was leave work at 5 -- go home -- do some laundry --pack -- get to bed early -- go to Denver

About 10 -- I got a pleasant surprise -- my friend Donna called to say "Hey -- I'm coming to Dallas -- what are you doing this weekend?" uh -- "I'm going to Denver -- but I'm free tonight"

Donna and I decided to meet in Richardson (easy for her to find) have some dinner and hang out in Cottonwood Park.

Plan B -- leave work at 5 -- go home -- throw in a load -- drive to Richardson -- dinner with Donna -- drive back to Irving -- do more laundry -- pack -- get to bed at a reasonable hour -- go to Denver.

When I was almost to Richardson -- I texted Donna "I'm almost there -- where are you?" -- her response -- "In Waco" -- traffic was terrible.

Plan C -- leave work at 5 -- go home -- throw in a load -- drive to Richardson -- drive back to Irving -- do more laundry -- meet Donna and hang out --finish the laundry -- pack -- get to bed eventually -- go to Denver

Donna got here at about 7:45 -- and we decided to go hang out on the patio......as we stepped out -- I slide the door shut....

....and watch the security bar fall -- and lock us outside on the balcony

!!!!!!

Plan D -- leave work at 5 -- go home -- throw in a load -- drive to Richardson -- drive back to Irving -- do more laundry -- meet Donna -- get locked out on the balcony -- evaluate escape route (down won't work -- railing too wobbly) -- call maintenance -- no answer -- find some wire and try to force it between the doors, hook the bar and force it open (Donna=McGyver) -- nope -- call Amy (AH! AMY!!!!) -- no answer -- DAMN! -- text Amy "Locked out on Balcony -- HELP" -- call Amy again -- wait for Amy (ThankyouthanyouthankyouthankyouAmy!) -- text Curt -- (really Curt -- laughing at my pain ????) -- visit with Donna -- blow off laundry -- pack -- get to sleep very very late -- go to Denver.

Next time --I'm sticking with Plan A

Haiku Mania sprouts new blog

"Hi -- My name is Gina -- I'm a bad haiku writer"

(chorus) "Hi Gina"

"It started off as a lark -- I thought -- I can post just one Haiku -- it'll be ok -- all the cool kids write haiku...."

"Now it's started to creep into other parts of my life -- and it's spreading"

"I've had to create a separate blog at http://seriouslybadhaiku.blogspot.com/ to gain some semblance of control over it"

"Even worse -- I'm encouraging others to fall into the same trap -- anyone who wants to have their haiku posted can email me at seriouslybadhaiku@gmail.com -- and I'll post their haiku (uh -- well maybe -- depends on what it is)"

Bad Dating Haiku

foot fetish request
photos of my red tip toes
scary stalker dude

Sad widower dad
sweet talker tugged at heart strings
scamming rat bastard

our sweet wild oats sowed
poor guy could not have known it
I was a nut job

all things in common
continually braying
Eeyore's lame world view

Tall drink of water
over before it began
so apathetic

sweet forgettable
bland bland bland bland bland bland bland
can't recall your face

Hot sporty trainer
seriously what were you
thinking you would find?

Best first date ever
so desparately craving
love that I can't give

Swing daddio Swing
too nice afraid to corrupt
never will get laid

Set up for failure
Misourri wants company
how could it have worked

Prom date big build up
Bi-polar can't excuse it
what the hell was that

Hank Hill stop calling

you crazy psycho fucker

your third wife shot you

Random

Links on MSN today:

Can men & women really be friends?
How to resist your greatest diet temptations
Where to find delicious doughnuts nearby

Bastards -- MSN's just messing with me.

Paralysis

I make decisions all the time at work -- every day -- without any kind of problem

So why is it that in my personal life -- I'm so often paralyzed by indecision:

What cell plan should I choose?
Should I buy a new sofa?
Change car insurance coverage?
Open enrollment for benefits -- should I change my plan?
Should I go for a promotion?

I never had this problem when I was married -- and you might be thinking -- well sure -- you had him to bounce things off of -- but really -- no.

The ex was useless at that sort of thing -- not a good listener -- gave no valuable advice -- he was willing to abdicate his responsibility for all of these decisions to me. And the decisions I made when we were married had much larger consequences --

What's changed in me?

I think I've lost the illusion of support -- that I sold to everyone else for so long -- that I even bought into it myself. I'm Linus without his blanket

So what's this all about -- maybe it's a visit to the confessional. I'm facing up to the facts --I don't miss him -- not by any means -- I just want my blanky.

And it's time to give the blanky up.

Sn Miguel de Allende - Las despedidas son tristes -- Day 7 (reprinted from facebook originally March 13, 2009)

I've discovered since I've been here that I wake up every night at about 3:00am --it's the silence -- at 3am -- the bells are not ringing-- the goat is sleeping -- and the rooster is hoarse from crowing all day and night -- it's silent -- ahhh (and BOOM -- I'm awake!).

Did I mention that Mom found a jar of ear plugs in the master bath -- hysterical!!!

Back to sleep until the bacon wakes me up again -- I decided to explore the other side of the alley. Dad and I went a little ways up earlier in the week -- but stopped when the road got steep -- I moved on. (again -- if I can post the pictures I will).

This city is a study in contrasts -- beautiful homes next to run down shacks or abandoned buildings. Extremely high home prices -- but nearly every home I passed today for sale.

I came out the other end of the alley to a lovely neighborhood (but a little lost) and just kept heading downhill. It was early -- I got to walk to school with 1/2 the SMdA children. All the kids here are in uniforms and they're all different based on the school. I'm sure they were excited -- Monday is Benito Juarez day and school will be closed.

I worked my way down to the Jardin and had 2nd breakfast (not elevensies -- but close enough) -- chocolate and a fruit plate. At that hour of the morning the Sn Miguelenos are taking the kids to school -- NOT hanging out in the jardin -- so it's all expats -- totally weird.

I cabbed home and cleaned up (it was cool enough to need a sweatshirt in the morning -- but heated up quickly) and Mom and Dad and I went to Bellas ArtesBellas Artes is an art school like no other -- it's in an old convent and filled with scupture (what would the nuns have thought of all those nudes?) -- We went into one room and saw a mural in process -- the echo in the room was awe-inspiring -- I imagine the nuns praying in that room -- every sound amplified for Mother Superior to hear -- yikes!

A not so lovely lunch (if you go to SMdA -- avoid La Terraza -- it was dreadful -- Mom actually got nachos that had a pile of dried out beans on them with cheese that was clearly toasted kraft american cheese slices)

Back home for a siesta -- packing -- and then back downtown for dinner and El Jardin at night.

Tonight there was a cuban music festival (ironic -- no) -- the music was lovely -- the parrochia is lit up and looks both beautiful and scarey (a little like a demented Cinderella's castle)

Now we're home -- tomorrow we return -- tired, happy -- and refreshed.Things I will not miss about SMdA:

1) You can't flush the toilet paper -- you put it in the basket -- you have no idea how hard it is to remember this
2) You can't rinse the toothbrush in the sink
3) You can't figure out when, why or how long the bells will ring -- it makes you crazy trying to find the pattern
4) That damn hill
5) 37 stairs to the top of the house

Everything else I will miss -- it was great

PS -- I found 3 pair of great SMdA shoes in drag queen size -- I am SET! -- Good night

Sn Miguel de Allende -- You again !?!? -- Day 6 (reprinted from facebook originally posted March 12, 2009)

Today is the first day of the rest of our vacation! -- Mom is feeling well and we decided on a trip to the Market de Artesanias. The guidebooks say that you have to dig through a mountain of products to find things that aren't too tacky -- but are just tacky enough.

We called for a taxi to pick us up at the end of the alley and within minutes were greeted by a young taxi driver with full tattoo sleeves-- happy to take us to the market. He took us a few feet down the hill from hell and took a sharp turn left onto a road even steeper incline and worse cobblestones -- only to have to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting a truck full of bags of quick cement -- yikes! Did he back up the few feet on this crazy one-way street - heck no -- he asks the truck to back up (Ok -- guys -- this road is maybe 1 1/2 cars wide with sidewalks that are about 1' wide) -- the truck backs up at an angle and our driver keeps going forward (seriously???) -- after many attempts -- he rushes forward rolling up onto the sidewalk and forcing a woman to jump out of the day (Wow -- if looks could kill!)

About 20 feet further down (let's call it close-call-alley) -- There's a suburban (Ok -- really folks? you've seen the pictures? who would own a suburban in San Miguel?) parked loading luggage -- he moves out of the way so we can proceed down the hill. - We drive ALL over the place -- our destination? -- I kid you not -- the same market I've been going to at the bottom of the hill from Hell -- who knew that if you just kept walking through the market that you would get to the artesian market?

We pay him and flee the cab -- grateful to escape unscathed.

The artesian market was only just opening -- but we found some good bargains -- Mom got to pick up a few things for friends and we were all ready for a break at the end of the market.

We took a cab to El Jardin -- enjoyed a drink (still no Dr. Pepper for Loraine -- so sad) and snack and wandered around the plaza until lunch. We went back to the Posada de San Francisco (Change is bad) -- and had a lovely lunch.

After lunch we showed Mom the convent and she was ready to return home. Cab Cab -- where's a cab.I hail a cab.......Crap -- You again!!!! -- it's out friend with the tatoo sleeves -- I give him the instructions and put M & D into the cab. When I returned home I heard reports of him climbing curbs,careening around corners -- when they arrived at Calle Chepito -- he actually flipped a U turn on that narrow street -- Mom says she had her eyes squeezed shut and Dad reports nail marks on his hands from Mom grabbing his hand so hard.

Dad paid him his 30 pesos (gouger! -- should have been 25) -- Dad said that the cabbie kept examining the coins - and wouldn't have been surprised if he bit into one to see if was real!)Meanwhile -- down the hill -- I had shopping to complete -- we're out of beans (que horror!) -- and I stopped into a store to pick some up -- and what did I find -- No WAY! Dr Pepper in the can!!! -- Who knew it was Mother's day in March! -- I picked up the fruit and veggies we needed and a bunch of tulips (the freshest flowers you've ever seen!) and took a cab (Sorry folks -- I'm done climbing that hill!)

We had a light rain and some strong winds tonight -- so we planned a night in. (no photos today -- too busy praying!)

Other than the brushes with death - this has been the most relaxing vacation I've ever had.

Sn Miguel de Allende - the Jurrassic Park of Skating - Day 5 (reprinted from facebook - originally posted March 11, 2009)

The day dawned early for me -- "Thank you Mr. Goat -- I almost slept past 6am -- that would have been terrible!"

Mom is feeling much much better today -- but decided one more day at home was called for. So Dad and I decided to go on a photo safari. Dad had some insight into what I needed to do to make sure the telephoto shots weren't so blurry -- I needed to hold my breath to make sure that the camera doesn't shake -- time to test the theory.

We first went to take a picture of the stairway just up the alley -- I've been down it once -- it's a little like the stairs you encounter in Mesa Verde -- narrow -- sandy -- slippery -- and every one a different height. I went down some small part of it -- but then took an opportunity to return to the main street -- I was too afraid I would get permanently lost.

So -- off on the Safari -- Dad and I went down the now boringly famous hill -- and worked our way past the market to El Jardin. We decided to stop at a cafe for a bottle of water (Dad) and a hot chocolate (me) -- Mexican hot chocolate is the best -- it has that rich chocolate (not cocoa) taste -- with a hint of cinnamon -- this also had a little bit of a peppermint taste (very faint) and a slight aftertaste of cloves. I'll spend weeks trying to recreate it! I also ordered what has to be the worst piece of apple strudel ever made (soggy -- filling tasted like dirt -- really foul).

We worked out way through some of the ritizer parts of San Miguel where Spanish disappeared altogether.

BTW --what's the deal with all the weird poodle-mix dogs in San Miguel -- either there are dozens of them -- or one of them is stalking us -- While we were in the american-expat section of San Miguel we came across a gorgeous villa -- where an amercian woman greeted us -- asked us our names and told us that we would no doubt fall in love with San Miguel -- She said she visited 2 years ago from Buda, Texas -- fell in love with it -- went home -- got divorced -- sold her house -- went blonde -- and came back!

She recommended that we go 2 doors down to visit Toller Cranston's gallery -- "just ring any of the 3 bells -- they'll show you around -- he's a wonderful artist -- it's like willy wonka on crack in there"

We nervously went down the street -- rang the bell and then announced ourselves at Toller Cranston's house. Apparently Toller Cranston's a famous ice skater from Canada (who knew) -- he placed 3rd in 1976 -- Dad remembered him. We were greeted by Toller who proceded to show us to his gallery. Willie Wonka on crack is an understatement! Wall were covered by huge russian inspired paintings -- gold, rich reds -- deep blues as well as merry-go-round horses that have been painted and decorated with glass balls -- glown glass decorations -- all set in the most amazing jungle-like garden you've ever imagined.

Toller himself is a bit flamboyant -- very full of himself -- and enjoyed the opportunity to talk about his favorite subject -- he pointed out that Tara Lipinski retired from skating at 15 -- he skated until he was 50 -- "I'm the Jurrassic Park of Skating" -- if THAT's not the quote of the day -- I don't know what is!

We actually had to make an excuse to escape -- he showed us all around is 16th century estate -- it was quite an experience.

From there we went back through the park and eventually (after a few wrong turns) found our way back to the Jardin. Dad and I had lunch at the Posada de San Francisco -- a restaurant too expensive for me in the 1980's -- it was still breakfast (at 11:45) in San Miguel and we had a wonderful meal -- total cost including tip $16.16. -- We'll be back with Mom!

Dad declared himself done in and we made our way back home. I've made a video of the ride up the horrible hill -- it's a little 'blair witch' it's so shakey -- but you get the idea.

Wish you were here

Added May 27, 2009 -- my Dad pointed out that I was overly kind about Toller Cranston -- he was a total tool -- his comment when he heard we were from Texas "hmm -- you look like you're from Texas" --

San Miguel de Allende - Just give it a little tap -- Day 4 (reprinted from facebook from March 10, 2009)

Mom's under the weather -- so Dad decided to stay close to home and encourage liquids and bland food. I trudged down the hill and found jello (I bought every color but green -- Mom has a great loathing for green jello), 7up, bread, crackers -- Today's the day that Balbina the maid is scheduled to come in -- which means that I ran around the house to tidy -- don't want her to think we're slobs.

Balbina arrived at about 10am -- and started to wash the house.....no seriously -- WASH the house. Now I know alot of you think you keep a clean house -- but you're wrong! -- Unless you start at the top and scrub every square inch of the house -- top to bottom (without stopping I might add) -- you're a pig (and may I say -- oink oink)

Balbina was scrubbing down the rooftop balcony -- I put together some lunch -- I made jello for Mom -- and let me tell you -- mexican jello isn't american jello -- first off -- it sets up almost immediately! -- I left it on the counter for about 20 minutes to let it cool before I put it in the refrigerator -- I wanted to add some bananas but didn't want them to cook in the hot hot jello -- and I had to cut slits in the jello to put in the bananas -- weird. Also -- it's MUCH sweeter than american jello (Mom ate some -- so mission accomplished!)

I decided to make bean tacos for lunch for Dad and I -- I taught him how to make homemade refried beans (you would think I made eggs benedict he was so surprised that I could do this) -- and I sent him in to get that jar of red enchilada sauce from the pantry. Poor Jack -- he was really struggling with the lid -- after straining to open it -- he decided to just hit the top of the lid forcefully to see if he could break the seal (like tapping it on the counter only more gentle) -- I heard a popping noise (yeah! seal broken) and then glub glub glub -- Dad broke out the bottom of the jar (poor thing) -- we had to scramble to clean up the mess before Balbina saw it!

After lunch -- I was decided on another adventure -- to a new part of town. I walked down the hill (really -- not so hellish the 6th or 7th time down -- until you turn and look back up) and back down towards the Jardin -- I stopped at the church with the dome on top (there are pictures -- I'll see if I can post them here) and got some lovely photos.

Then I went to the Jardin -- as I may have mentioned -- this is the heart of the town. People just go and sit on the benches under the trees and visit -- or watch the world go by. I even got hit on by a creepy old guy (just like old times -- sigh).

From there I moved on to Juarez Park -- which I don't think existed back in my day and then made the trek back. It was just like any other park in the world -- On the way back I found a great chocolate shop -- you would think they were selling fine jewelry based on the store front and the display. No prices -- yikes -- I ordered 6 small pieces to bring home -- total= 57 pesos -- or about $4.00 -- I'm saving the chocolate until Mom feels a little better.

Back home (BTW, Amy -- I found a Tshirt for Craig -- I think it's too big -- but it's likely to shrink -- I can't wait to bring it home -- it had to be brought -- it's classic) -- a lovely dinner -- freshest avocado and tomatoes you'e ever seen. Mom's feeling much better (hooray!)

It was a nice day -- enjoy your Dallas rain

San Miguel de Allende -- you can't go back home again - Day 3 (reprinted from facebook March 9, 2009)

I miss my cell phone. I have it turned off so I don't have to pay international paging -- but I use it as a clock. I thought it was time to get up and came downstairs only to discover it was 3:30am in San Miguel. After several more hours of sleep -- I had the fabulous mango breakfast up on the rooftop balcony with 1/2 a sweetroll. Definately worth the climb.

Dad decided to be brave and walk down to the market (that I finally located) on a quest for a polleria (Chicken seller) -- He was a real trouper working his way down the hill from hell -- but commented that he had never had to turn sideways to stay on a narrowing sidewalk before. Part-way down Dad commented that he was suffering for the illusion that he could walk back up.

I turned him around by the shoulders and pointed up.

We found everything we needed for a Chicken dinner -- and after a cab ride back (Jack's not stupid boys and girls!) Mom made a wonderful chicken and rice dinner followed by chicken soup for supper.

Mom's really struggling with breathing here so they decided on a day in -- after lunch I decided that this was the day to return to the Academia -- where I studied (can you believe) 22 years ago and from there to try to retrace my steps back to the house we lived at. I don't remember the address -- but we walked there everyday twice a day....how hard could it be!

I found the Academia with no problem. It was during lunch so they let me go in and take photos of my old haunt. It looks almost exactly the same -- From there I head down Mesones street and think -- Hidalgo -- that sounds familiar -- I'll turn right -- I'll make it short -- I walked several miles all around San Miguel -- nothing looked familiar, It wasn't Hidalgo -- or Macias Hernadez street -- could it be that the house is gone? maybe -- You can't go home again -- but you can sure try!

I did about 3 miles total -- my legs are definately complaining. At the end of the day we finally got some pictures of the sunset -- gotta love the sunsets you get in a place with just a little bit of low lying smog -- gorgeous! As the sun touched the horizon -- the church bells started to ring -- and continued until the last bit of sun disappeared -- I love San Miguel.

Good Night

Gina

San Miguel de Allende -- If you can carry it home, you can eat it -- Day 2 (reposted from facebook - March 8, 2009)

Day 1 ended ridiculously early -- I think we were all asleep by 8:30 -- when most San Miguelenos are having supper. We were sleepy.

This means that we were all up by about 6:30am -- I awoke to the smell of bacon (I love my Dad) -- and lovely sweetrolls found on the somewhat fruitless trip the day before.

After breakfast Dad and I decided to go exploring. When we were planning the trip the Casa Chepitos people said there was a tiendita across the street from the house -- we failed to find it yesterday and decided to try again. Dad and I first turned up hill -- after about 1/2 a city block we decided -- nope -- across the street doesn't mean here. Then we turned left -- Nope -- pretty garden -- but across the street didn't mean here.

Then we went down the street -- again -- no luck.

So we decided to explore further up the alley -- maybe there's an outlet on the otherside that will have this little store we're searching for......alleyway -- alleyway and more alleyway. There's a stairway that goes down to other parts of the village -- but no tiendita.

At this point Dad's done in -- according to his watch/pedometer/heart meter -- we've gone about a 1/2 mile. and on the way back -- across the alley -- about 15 feet from our front door -- is a tiendita. Mostly sodas and chips -- but food.

After our survey -- Dad determined that there's no way in hell Mom can make the trek down the hill (I concur) -- so we order up a cab and head to El Jardin (The garden).

El Jardin is the center of San Miguel -- and it's wonderful -- full of trees and benches -- and people just spend hours watching the world walk by. We had a wonderful time shopping (Mom got some amazing shoes -- apparently they don't carry drag queen size in Mexico so I'm SOL). When we start to scout for a restaurant for lunch - -- I found my favorite restaurant from 1988 -- Mama Mia!

Back in the day I had a standing date with an archelogist friend of mine to have lunch at Mama Mia....not italian -- but just amazing modern mexican food. It's in a converted house and the tables are all in the middle of the building where the garden would be. The same gigantic trees growing up through the middle. We had an great meal for about $18 for the 3 of us (before the tip) -- we'll be back!

After more exploring M & D were ready to go back -- (still haven't scouted out where I used to live -- maybe tomorrow) After we got home and siesta-ed -- it was time to try again to find a meat market -- seriously -- my first venture yielded mustard, mayo, cans of tuna and some fresh veggies. So I bravely set out -- tote bags in hand

Down the hill from hell
Left one block
Down another hill from hell -- and found a covered market. Flowers as far as the eyes can see (I'll take a photo on another day -- I was on a mission) -- finally found a meat market -- and thought -- hamburger meet -- that's good -- hmm...kilos....Gina's bad at metric. A liter is less than a gallon and a kilometer is less than a mile -- so a kilo must be less than a pound -- "2 kilos please!" -- YIKES -- we'll ber eating burgers forever!! Note to self -- kilos are WAY more than pounds!

On the way back -- tomatos, cilantro so fresh that she pulled it out by the roots, broccoli (stray fact -- the family I lived with in the 80's farmed broccoli -- I grew to hate it back then), limes, serranos, queso -- more fresh bread -- now -- back up the hill -- Damn -- I hate the hill -- the hill is evil.

I feel like I've been sent to some sort of demented fat farm....you can eat whatever you want -- but you have to drag it up the hill -- seriously -- where's my donkey!

Mom made an great meal with the 10,000 lbs of hamburger meat -- we had a nice fresh salsa and there's another mango in my future.

It's a wonderful Sunday -- we can hear music and partying from one of our neighbors -- the goats and chicken are still singing to us -- and we're cooling our feet on the saltillo tiles. (we were startled by the beware of scorpions sign -- but we're over it now -- cold tile feels good on sore feet)

Greeting from San Miguel -- Jack and Loraine say Hi.

San Miguel de Allende - The return - Day 1 (reposted from facebook - March 7, 2009)

As many of you know -- this is a return to San Miguel for me -- I went to school her in the 80's to study language.

This is my first trip back.Jay and Jill took Mom and Dad to go whale watching years ago in Pta Vallarta -- and we've longed to take a trip (just the 3 of us) as well. We settled on San Miguel with is in the center of Mexico -- about 1.5 hours outside of Guanajuato and about 4 hours North of Mexico city.

We've had fun planning this for months and are excited that it's finally here.Flying here was -- I hope -- the worst part of the trip -- the plan to Leon was tiny -- and filled to the brim with humanity. After 2 hours on the flying bus -- we arrived in Leon -- found our bags -- made our way through customs and found out driver. I hope someday to be as brave as a driver in Mexico -- but I think it's unlikely. Mom's shoulder is bothering her again so the bumpy, swervy ride was a little much.

We're staying at Casa Chepitos with is on an impossibly steep street. This could be a nightmare w/Mom and Dad -- but fortunately cabs are super cheap. The house is AMAZING!!! -- We were greeted by Balbina the maid who showed us around the house and made us feel right at home -- It has 3 bedrooms -- and an insane number of stairs as it has 2 levels and gardens/balconies on the two levels and the roof. (I'll see if I can add a few of the photos) The place is over decorated -- and yet it works -- it's homey and comfortable.

As soon as we got settled in I decided that I needed to go find a market and pick up something for dinner (we're ALL too tired to go find a restaurant tonight) -- as I worked my way down the (remember) incredibly steep hill (45 degrees at least) I got to see a fabulous cliche -- a man leading a donkey up the hill (Oh -- to have a donkey!) -- where's my camera? Yup -- in my room -- dammit.

I headed down Chepitos street -- and then turned on Aspiro (I think) where I found an tortilleria and picked up hot hot hot tortillas to bring back. Then I turned onto Mesones -- Hey! Mesones??? I went to school on Mesones! -- So I work my way down the street. -- Hmmmm, have I mentioned that I'm going downhill the whole time?? -- gotta love foreshadowing.

I walk and walk and walk -- no school? I do find a market -- and pass a meat market (but foolishly decide not to pick any up) -- As I continue to walk -- things look more and more famliar(cool!) -- then I see the most horrible thing so far.....there's a Starbucks in the town square (doh!). I finally decide that I've gone too far -- WAY to far as I turn around and see the huge hill that leads me back home and I find my way back to Mesones -- I did finally find my school (it was WAY farther up the hill than I remember -- Oh to be 20!)......and miss my turn....and got very very lost.

I was fortunately rescued by a lovely cab driver -- who took me right back up the huge hill. Exhausted.

Dinner was the best mango grown on this planet -- I think Dad had a left over sandwich.... tomorrow we will find the Carneceria again and buy something to actually cook.

Right now -- Mom's enjoying Soduku -- Dad's exploring the kitchen in search of a knife sharp enough to cut a banana -- and we're all listening the the sounds of San Miguel. Kids playing outside, a rooster crowing, bells ringing at churches with no dicernable pattern, goats -- and a man roaming up and down the alleyway calling out something we can't quite make out -- is it Elotes (yummy roasted corn) -- or Helotes (ice cream) -- perhaps tomorrow we'll find out.

We're having a wonderful time -- paradise has 3 balconies and Wifi.

G