I usually dry my eyes with a dark colored wash cloth, you know, just in case I still have eye makeup on. (I don't like to get it on our white towels.)
I grab the brown wash cloth and guess what crawls out of it, onto my face then down my body?
As I screamed?
A cockroach.
We haven't had a cockroach in our house for quite sometime. 'Tis time to be fumigated again.
**Recovering from the heart attack still.
So I go to the one pet store in San Jose today. Ok, probably in all of Cabo.
It's about as big as master bathroom with double sinks.
This store. Oh, this store.
First off, I go in there looking for a simple item: a pet crate for Fergie. I explain this, in Spanish, to a woman who proceeds to grab my puppy who is sitting at my feet and starts kissing her. She apparently works there? And there's a pre-requisite to wear pink bubblegum looking lipstick? Ugh. Get off my dog. Where's my wash hand? (Hand wash to those of you who aren't Chloe.)
Do they have a dog crate for 3 lb. Fergie? No.
But, they have two cat ones.
And one ugly, yellow and black bubble looking one. The door doesn't swing open, instead - it actually has to come off it's hinges each time you open and close it.
It's ugly.
It appears that it has been used. (Hair in it, dirty, etc.)
And, it's $34.
UGH.
There were no other choices.
I had to do it.
C. and I now call it the, "Bumble Bee." When Fergie is bad, she has to get "stung" and go in it. (We thought we were clever.)
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Variety.
Sometimes I would just really like variety.
So, far the past 7 years, we (C. and I) have abstained from meat. (We eat fish.)
We've endured people admonishing us regarding this personal choice.
We've heard people say, "I could do that...but wouldn't."
We've heard people say, "You CAN'T EXIST WITHOUT meat!"
We've heard people tell stories about cavemen.
We've heard about how "men need meat."
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It's gotten old.
At every cookout, dinner with new friends, breakfasts, restaurants - you name it, we've had to explain that "no, we don't want the side of bacon, sausage patties or sausage links." And, "Yes, I want a egg mcmuffin with no sausage, bacon or whatever. JUST EGG AND CHEESE."
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So, all this said - living in MX is tough.
Options for meatless eaters who hate to cook because it's too hot are slim.
There is no morning star here.
Hardly any Boca. It's bad.
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So, we're eating some meat. Slowly.
My goal is to eat it every month. (maybe.)
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I still hate pork. I don't want to eat chicken. And I will never, ever eat a hot dog. (Blech.)
So, in an effort to take care of my body's protein's needs, I am going to attempt to include some meat. Maybe. Maybe.
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Hear me now: I will go back to a meatless life as SOON as I get back to the States. I will. Amen.
(C. will, too.)
I'm hoping not.
That would be this cute little guy. A teeny, tiny gecko. Maybe an inch long.While logging on to the Comision de Federal Electricidad (Electricity) website yesterday, I noticed that they had an "English" option.
Wah-lah! I clicked it, and I could understand the website!
So thrilled. (See below.)
The best part about it, is that I could create a username and password to get into my account, pay my bill online, etc. (Wah-la again!)
Read below. Then smile. If you didn't catch that, read again.
In the States, it would essentially be humiliating if any of your utilities were to be turned off.
Here, it's just the way business is done.
In terms of electricity, here is how I understand it:
Listen to this: This morning I talked to the Los Cabos A/V guy about getting dish satellite in our house. (We lived without it for about 3 weeks, not bad, we didn't mind really...) Anywho, I talked to the guy this morning and it was installed today by 6 p.m.
What?! (EYES WIDE OPEN)
That NEVER happens here.
Whether it's illegal or not is none of your concern. Bottom line is that we have a SIX FOOT WIDE DISH bolted to our roof ensuring that we pick up all U.S.-based channels. I'm assuming Toledo channels, too. All for just (?) $950.00 USD. (That was a fun check to write.)
So, here we sit. On a friday night. Eating a pizza and sharing a 40 oz. Miller Lite. Watching Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations on the Travel Channel. It's a good night. A good night, friends.
*Note: We still don't have the main networks - but will get them later. Just not the west coast feed, the East Coast.
The Kinders I prefer are the long ones, filled with the white chocolate, or leche, or something. However, I do enjoy the kinder sorpresa (surprise) eggs filled with small choke-able toys. I think they are from heaven and I am unable to eat less than 3 at a time. (I'll be honest. Of the long ones. I don't eat three eggs at a time. I'm not a pig.)
Well, get this: a squirrel in Finland shares the love for kinders.
Reader below:
HELSINKI (Reuters) - A Finnish squirrel with a sweet tooth heads to a Finnish grocery shop at least twice a day to steal "Kinder Surprise" chocolate-shelled eggs.
"I named it the Kinder-squirrel, after the treats. It always goes after them, other sweets do not seem to interest it as much," the manager of the store in Jyvaskyla, central Finland, told Reuters.
The confectionary, which is intended for children, has a toy inside.
"It removes the foil carefully, eats the chocolate and leaves the store with the toy," Irene Lindroos said.
Unfortunately, the bushy-tailed thief does not clean up after itself, but leaves the wrappers behind, she added.
Squirrels have a well deserved reputation for being clever and adaptable animals. Many a home owner has seen the small rodents raiding their supposedly "squirrel-proof" bird feeders.
Read more...
It showed up!Went to my first Mexican baby shower last night!
Totally fun. Very cool. It was for D., a friend/co-worker.
Highlights:
You walk in, there are flowers on the left. (fake, unwrapped).
Also, on the right - more flowers, wrapped.
Walk forward, you'll find a cooler filled with all the real flowers.
Employed there were three men. Odd. Weird experience.
That's why there was no blogging.
I'll be attempting to get it back today...
For the past year I've wanted to feel settled.
The "Cousin It" bush/tree thing in the courtyard before...
The lovely "Secret Garden" tree after.
This is the part of the wall separating our back patio from our neighbor's.
This is just to the right of the picture above. From the patio out into the yard.
Again, just a bit further right from the last photo. Trench dug.
Can I tell you how amazing (yes, amazing) it is to use a large capacity washer and dryer after you've been using a stackable, miniature-person, teeny-capacity washer and dryer combo?
AMAZING:
Before in the itsy-bitsy washer we could wash at one time, maximum:
*2 pairs of C's shorts and one pair of mine.
*3 towels, and 2 washcloths. And, that was stuffed.
Here?! HOLY cow! I could fit like 10 pairs of C.'s shorts if I wanted to. AMAZING.
Friends, on the serious side - when you live without something and then magically it appears in your life it is pure sugar. Sweet, sweet sugar.
Note: Thought I'd show you the "room" our washer and dryer are in. It's "open air" and is located behind our kitche. (There's a door dividing the space. Whew.) It is so open air that yesterday three birds decided to fly in and scare the hell out of me. (I say hell, because there was no other word for it.) As some of you know, I'm not big on nature and am not one to welcome nature into my home.
Today, a cockroach also welcomed himself in the laundry room and I killed him DEAD with RAID. It was amazing. Then, I left the corpose there in his foamy deathbed until C. could get home to dispose him properly.
Unfortunately, the stove we wanted to get at Home Depot is out of stock and they don't know when more will be in stock. SO... we will get one at some point this week... just might spend a bit more than we wanted. Until then, this lovely little jobby will sit in our kitchen and hold water bottles and the like.
*Note: Thank GOODNESS for the toaster oven. :-) (Ironic, I know...) But I'm thrilled we're actually using a toaster oven in lieu of a REAL oven. You know, as all people should...
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