He did it!
>> Monday, December 11, 2006

It's becoming finalized.
C. put his 2 weeks in today! His boss responded very kindly. His last day will be Monday, December 25th.
Merry Christmas. :-)

It's becoming finalized.
C. put his 2 weeks in today! His boss responded very kindly. His last day will be Monday, December 25th.
Merry Christmas. :-)

Ten.
These 10 fuzzy chicks illustrate just how many more days I will be alone.
After more than 125 days apart - C. and I are nearing the finish line. We're almost there.
I know I talk about this incessantly, but I just am so pleased that soon I will be waking up to my best friend again.
No more ga-jillion phone calls.
No more sad nights.
No more loneliness for both us.
No more international commuting.
No more flying solo.
I cannot believe that soon we'll be together.
This "sign" is painted on the ground of the parking lot at a San Lucas grocery store. $10 million dollars to anyone who has any idea of what it means.
What, in your estimation, is it trying to communicate to drivers? (It totally looks like something from LOST having to do with the Dharma Initiative.)
This is why no one really knows how to drive in Mexico.
C. and I decided to not do the "Christmas Tree" thing this year in Ohio.
Quite frankly, it's just too difficult.
I get home on the 21st and we leave on the 28th -- not enough time to buy a tree, put it up, wait for it to "fall," decorate it...then take it all back down again. Nah, not this year.
On that same note, I am SO not in the Christmas spirit. At all. It's just so weird when it's December 10th and it was nearly 80 or so today. Not.In.It.At.All.
Getting my car washed for 40 pesos (about $4) in the Mega parking lot while I grocery shop.I layed in the sun today.
On December 9th.
Awesome.
Two more weeks will I sleep alone.
Then I will be in my home on the 22nd.
Then I will be with my husband (where I belong) for the rest of our lives. (Barring neither of us decides to move to another country, thus starting another 5-month long separation.)
Amazing.
I can't believe we've almost been living apart from one another for 5 months.
It's flown by and dragged on.
It's been depressing and exciting.
It's been exhilarating and scary.
It's tested us, pushed us and has solidified one thing:
I love him, love him, love him. Without him I'm not as strong as I thought I was.
He's allowed me to try something new. To live "independently," to go after my dreams. To do what I needed to do. He's let me be me.
He's exactly what I had inscribed on his wedding band - He's my everything.
He's comforted me through tears over the phone. He's taken care of every last detail of our "Ohio lives" so that I could concentrate on starting this chapter. He's trusted me, loved me, and believed in me.
I'll say it again: I love him, love him, love him.
On Saturday I was at the office doing some work (I'm a loser) and my sister called me to tell me to go to one of the two gas stations in San Jose because the rumor around town was that we were out of gas.
(We rely on Semi tanker trucks to bring us our gas and if they're delayed, well, then we have no gas.)
So, off I went.
Check out the line.
It took my sister an hour.
It took me about 25 minutes. Totally an adults' version of a piñata beating -- hurry up, cut in front of other cars! Try to be first! They're SO good at creating lines. I was up to get gas and of course, a truck cut in front of me. I'd say he was 2 cm. from hitting me. I (for some reason) honked and yelled at him. (I was kinda worried that he was was going to kill me afterwards, but I'm totally alive and well.)
:-)
Chocolate.
Ok, so all of the chocolate that comes to our stores is trucked in. It's a long, long drive. In an semi.
During that time the most rancid thing happens: the chocolate melts, re-solidifies into a weird waxy mess - and then is put on the shelves of our grocery stores for all of us to buy and "enjoy."
Case in point:
I recently purchased a bag of Hershey Kisses. Why? I need chocolate randomly throughout my day. The bag is a flippin' crap shoot. Sometimes, there are chocolate "kisses" (more like waxy blobs) that are completely OUT of the foil. Other times, the chocolate has turned this odd white color. (And it's milk chocolate.)
Ugh.
How does a Gringa get a not-re-melted, hard-as-a-rock piece of milk chocolate?
All is just fine.
The weather has turned, there's been some crazy wind at night -- but it's sleep-with-the-windows open weather.
Still no place to live.
Put an ad in the paper today to sell my car.
C. & I are getting through our list of "to do's". That's positive.
I haven't done ANY Christmas shopping and I'm thinking about skipping dealing with that this year. I have no time. And when I get home, I DO NOT want to be spending my 2 days before Christmas at the flippin' mall.
Ok.
Going to bed.
1. For my two new office plants that I potted today.
2. For my Cabo family.
3. For the distance to soon be quelled.
4. For the new year.
5. For new beginnings.
6. For wine.
7. For new shoes.
I loathe when people complain about how busy they are. Can't stand it. "How are you?" "Swamped." Shush. Get over yourself. EVERYONE is busy.
However, since this is my blog and I can do with it what I want, I'd like to expand on the list of "To Do's" that is involved with the transition from Toledo, Ohio to Los Cabos, B.C.S. Mexico.
At this particular juncture, the husband and I are emailing back and forth a "To Do" list (one for him, one for me) that we both are commenting on, updating, writing notes about, etc. It's getting nuts.
Some of the things we must do BEFORE we move here after CHRISTMAS:

I love it when the temperature "dips" to about 75 or 80 during the day and the locals wear turtlenecks, sweatshirts and sweaters and I'm still wearing sandles and sleeveless clothes.
I'm eternally stuck in July and I love it.

My sister (with whom I live) and her BFF left for San Diego today. I am here with Chloe, VeggieBurger and Marianna. (Brother B. leaves for T-town tomorrow a.m.) So, it's me and the kids until Friday afternoon/evening.
Anywho, Mena (the all-espanol speaking housekeeper-o-my-sister) pointed out when I got home (in Spanish, of course) that Riley (the semi-delayed intelligence-wise puppy rottweiler) ate poinsettias (I think that's poisonous) and that we're out of food.
So, she wrote me a grocery list. In Spanish. FUN! It's like a high-school Spanish class project. Here is what is said:
While C. was here, we did several things that are "new" to me and I am proud of them, so I shall record them here.

Ok, so this is both a sad and exciting day.
Sad, because my best friend just left. Again. And, because we won't see eachother again for a month. Ugh.
Exciting, because we're getting closer to our end. We're almost there.
**Sigh**
This has been a very long four, going on five, months.
As of about 4:00 p.m. today, C. can officially live and work in Mexico. His FM3 (about the size of a U.S. passport) was approved.
Wah-who!
Done. (This, my friends, is a huge relief.)
C. is still here.
Mom and little sister left this a.m.
I shall write tomorrow after C. leaves. (You know, when I'll have a boatload of "alone time" on my hands again.)
I'm leaving to pick C. up from the airport in 40 minutes. I'm having a difficult time concentrating...
Read more...
Tomorrow at 12:30 I will pick up C. from the aeropuerto.
Tonight, I walked into the kitchen and there was ANOTHER centipede on the floor. This time about a 4.5 incher.
I stepped back, quickly.
Yelled to my nephew.
He came in, with a shoe, and proceeded to beat the crap out of it. He is my hero. (I told him that I'd campaign that he be un-grounded for his report card since he killed the bug for me. He said, "Seriously? Thanks, Aunt K.")
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Friends, I'm <----------> this close to moving back to Ohio. These bugs are ridic.
I will see my husband in TWO days!
I will see my mom and my little sister in TWO days!
WAH-WHO!
Yay for TWO!
It's official.
C. recieved his background check from the state of Ohio declaring that he is indeed, NOT , a felon.
Whew.
(C. needed this letter to give to the Visa- granting Mexican government.)
Here's the bug that almost took us out last night.I just bought two swimsuits (online). In November. That I will wear in December.
Thumbs up to the weather here, friends. THUMBS UP.

All's well. Nice laid-back weekend.
Highlights:
Nothing new with me.
Worked.
Ate.
Painted my toenails.
Watched The Office.
Blogged.
Talked to my sister.
Did Laundry.
Who says living in MX isn't exciting?!
For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm doing what I want to do.
I'm living my life for myself and for my husband.
And, I'm happy.
It is a an invigorating, energizing and amazing feeling -- to get up, like your job and be proud that you're trying something new.
I only wish that my loved ones can experience a contentedness like this. Change is not for everyone, but everyone does have choices. I'm glad we made this one.
Yeah, there are a ton of things that are unresolved right now.
Yeah, there isn't a lot of certainty right now.
Yeah, it's a transitional period, but I ask for your understanding.
In no way am I attempting to ignore or vanish from the relationships that I hold so dear, instead... I am, we are, getting our lives together.
The logistics and complications that are involved with this transition are sometimes overwhelming and weigh heavy--however, they're temporary. Truly.
I appreciate any and all of the support that you've given to myself and C.
Thank you for your patience and unconditional love.
I'm back from Ohio.
It was a whirl-wind visit. Flew in Thursday night, left for Cinci Friday a.m., (my friend B. got married), had the rehearsal stuff on Friday, got the computer fixed, had the wedding on saturday, picked up the computer, shopped for necessities and had a quiet "with-my-husband" dinner, got back to Toledo late Sunday night, ran one million errands and got my life together on Monday, and packed and left early this a.m.
I'll post more later.
There are now time share salesperson's IN the grocery store. At Mega.
Pick up some milk, bread...oh yeah, and a time share.
Wow.
(Please re-read the title of this post.)


(Outside of the house. There are no garages here, really. See that little cover to the left of the front window? On the side of the house? That's where the washer and dryer go...outside of the house. Crazy different. I love Mexico.)Today, my sister and I will be heading out and taking a look at a possible place for C. and I to live. It's a 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo. Let's cross our fingers!
One of the concerns here is that there is NOTHING on the market. We got a call this a.m. that this was available and we'll check it out at 4. Hopefully it's nice and works out. If not, hopefully something else works out.
Four more nights, and I will see my husband, my dog, my house, my bed, my stuff and my other life. (**smile**)
I love it here, but I must admit - going home is worrisome for me--only because it's when I'm actually physically there that I miss my "old" life.
I'm much better with change. Make the decision, DO it, be done. Don't look back. MOVE on. I'm not good with waffling back and forth - and until C. gets here permanently, I feel as if going back and forth is "waffling." You know? I much prefer he comes here. (But then again, it's good to get out of this little place every so often. Everyone says it's absolutely necessary to do so.)
It's such a weird feeling to know that my life is now here (though not 100% of it), yet I still have some "life" back there.
I'm ready for both of my lives to meet up. Here. In Cabo.
I'm bracing myself though, I don't want to be overly sentimental about everything I own. You know? I have a feeling this will happen. Pictures on the wall, my dining room table, my bathroom, my bathTUB, all of my favorite things...
Ugh. This is going to kill me.
Hmm...
Tonight at dinner, an older, middle-aged white woman wearing an ill-fitting halter dress (complete with the obligatory vacation lobster-colored back sunburn), drank entirely too much red wine, shimmied and sang to a mariachi trio that played ALL of the verses of the ever-popular Mexican hit, "La Bamba."
Two thumbs up to that lady.
Definitely an exciting dinner with the fam.
Mexican people, men in particular, are short. I'm not kidding. While waiting outside of the airport today when picking up my brother, I watched the natives.
I'm not kidding - I'd say the average height of a Mexican man is maybe 5' 5". I'm not kidding.
There are days I feel like a GIANT here.
(Other story: On the way to the airport there was a very large cow dead on the side of the road.)
Ok, I really like my job.
Yeah - I do. I really enjoy it.
The people I work with are great. (There's always some weirdos - but they're everywhere.)
I like it here.
The 'ole Cingular bill was cut in HALF this month. (I still don't know how it was $300, but whatev.)
When I head back to T-town a week from today, I'm switching back to flippin' Verizon. Friends, I will then call you.
...better about driving here. I drove ALL around downtown Cabo last week, and to the airport 4 times - I'm feeling good.
Very empowering. Odd, I know. But really.
It's been a LOVELY week:


YAY! My husband arrives tomorrow night!
I'm SO EXCITED!
YAY!
Hopefully HE arrives, and hurricane Paul does not.


I certainly hope that hurricane Paul doesn't negatively impact my visit with my dear husband.
It's supposed to offer some hard wind, rain, etc. to us on Tuesday evening...(of course, around the same time that my C. is coming in town.) So, I'm bracing myself for a delay.
This is ok. Why? We've waited this long. I just want him to fly safely.
(According to my sister, this is pretty late in the season for a Cabo-area hurricane. The last time one hit this late was 1950.)
I'm pretty excited, I must admit.
I must only sleep alone for 2 more nights -- C. will be here on Tuesday night.
It's not easy living without your best friend. Really. I think the distance between us sucks, however - it has succeeded and reaffirming how much I love him and want to be with him, forever.
Yup. Happy camper right now.