What I've been up to in the few spare moments when I'm not trolling Facebook or obsessively inspecting my face for evidence of fault lines- in bullet form instead of Mandarin Chinese because that would just be confusing as I don't speak Mandarin and would have to just make it up as I go:
- I've been busy cultivating a "Moonlighting" style love-hate relationship with my new treadmill. On one hand, it will hopefully help me in my never-ending quest to continue to wear real clothes (as opposed to buying painting tarps, cutting a hole for my head, and pulling the whole ensemble together with a garden hose belt), yet on the other hand I find myself deteriorating into Jerry springer-esque dialog with the beast every time I use it. The other day I demanded it get a paternity test to determine if it, and not the toilet seat at the gas station, was the rightful parent of my pizza-induced food baby. It agreed to the test, but then it informed me that it has another family in Idaho and that it has been working as a male prostitute on the side. Oh well, if it can keep my ass from looking like a pair of pantyhose stuffed with baked beans, I guess I can live with it.
- I went to Mexico a few weeks ago. I had never been, and I was dying to bust out my Spanglish-with-a-nasal-Midwest-accent on the locals. It was perfectly warm & sunny, we drank copious amounts of margaritas and drinks served in pineapples, I managed to get yet another goofy-looking sunburn which will prohibit me from wearing anything but "summer-weight" turtlenecks for the next few months, and we managed (considering we normally think of ourselves as smart people, the type of people that are typically skeptical of anything even remotely smelling of "hoodwinkery" or "sheisterism") to get sucked into wasting 3+ hours of one day there listening to an overweight Southern gentleman named George tell us about why we are "exactly" the sort of people who should buy an overpriced timeshare in a gross, Americanized, "exclusive" community in Mexico. Ugh. I took some pictures this trip, but as my main goal over the 4 days was to be warm, read books, and eat/drink my way into a happy coma each day, I didn't take many:
Leaving Mn, completely undrugged for flying, unless you count two glasses of wine, which I don't.
The view from our hotel room.
If I ever happen to come to Mazatlan with Christa, I bet we would totally hang out here more than we probably should.
For John- my dirty, dirty feet on the beach, now with 100% more dog!
Wet, salt water hair, spf2000, a hat and sunglasses, yet I still managed to get burnt.
We had the pool to ourselves the whole time. I got my lovely manservant Renaldo to bring us a continual supply of giant margaritas from the bar, which was nice. Since the pool overlooked the ocean, and since I am not a fan of sand in my buttcrack, we spent a large amount of time here.
- Beyond that, work, dealing with the sad & difficult aftermath after two of my students died within three weeks of one another, more work, pet wrangling, pore inspecting, shopping, eating stuff, counting down the last few remaining weeks of my 30's, putting together my upcoming all-star tribute to pork products to be aired on the Swine network pay-per-view, getting my ass back on Dirk, my bike, listening to Dirk's muffled screams, coughing up furballs, and finally- work.
