Not Cool

Oh...just for the record...aviator sunglasses do not make you look as cool as you think.

Boyfriend-ism

English is Boyfriends second language. He learned to speak english while living in Texarkana. Luckily the spanish accent stuck and he lost the twang...although get enough drinks in him and the twang comes back. Every now and again he gets caught up on his words. Example: "Oooooooooh...there's a Chubby's" "Where" "What do you mean where you drive by here all the time" "Well sometimes I am not that absorbent Melinda"

Bitchin Mexican Art

A few weeks ago Boyfriend and I spent a week in Cancun. It had been a few years since either of us had taken a real vacation and the need to get out of town was great. So we packed our bags and off we went. The only thing we had planned was to lay on the beach and drink margaritas, and stayed true to our plan. We stayed at an all inclusive resort called the Golden Parnassus. Now this resort is also all adult. I know what you are thinking...awe yeah, kinky. But it was not one of those resorts. In doing research for the trip I found several of those resorts, but we don't happen to swing that way. Plus naked poolside body painting is not something I want to do on vacation. Now the rooms at the Golden are a bit dated, but other than afternoon romps and sleeping we were not in our room. The staff was phenomenal, we could not have asked for better service. Here is the view from our balcony: Note: The sliding glass doors leading to the balcony lock when the door is closed all the way. I found this out after joining Boyfriend on the balcony wearing nothing but a towel. Long story short Boyfriend went in and hopped in the shower and I spent the next 20 minutes lock out on the balcony. Usually when I travel abroad I will buy a small piece of local art to add to my collection. Well the downfall of staying on the beach the whole trip was that we did not get to go into town to look for art. But I did not leave Mexico empty handed. One night we ate at the fancy resturant at the resort. After we were seated a man appraoched our table and asked our names saying he had something special for us. A few minutes later he came back to our table with these: Once I saw all the glitter I knew I had found my art. Pure cheese! But I had to have them. I mean the guy had obviously put in a lot of hard work cutting the images out of greating cards, applying glittter, and then personalizing them for us. So Boyfriend forked over $12 for the pair. At first I felt a bit silly walking out with these, but then I noticed just about everyone else in the resturant had bought one as well. They too must love glitter as much as I do. I am not sure what I am going to do with them yet, I might hang them in the downstairs bathroom. I am thinking that some ornate gilded frames may be in order.

I LOVE CAKE

There is an episode of That 70's show where Donna and Eric are sitting in the VistaCruiser talking about how her parents are driving her nuts. Donna then tells Eric that she loves him, to which Eric responds I love...cake. I told Boyfriend that I loved him last September to which he replied "That's nice to hear". Uhhhhh...what?!?!?! He did eventually tell me he loved me...and it only took him until MAY. Back to cake. Boyfriend has a birthday coming up. When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday he said a chocolate cake with lots of frosting. HA HA!!! I am getting off so easy. I don't have to rack my brain thinking of a meaningful gift . I just have to make a cake. So I woke up at 6 am this morning to bake him a Devil's Food cake from scratch. Frosted it with chocolate cream cheese frosting also made from scratch. I then melted semi-sweet chocolate over a double boiler and hand dipped strawberries to put on top of the cake. The finished product looks like this: Not too shabby if I do say so myself. The cake turned out super moist and weighs about 14 lbs because of all the frosting and strawberries. Oh and if Boyfriend thinks that he can pass off crappy baked goods as my birthday present he is sorely mistaken.

Jenny Lee 1

So yesterday I asked my friend Jenn to send me a link to her blog so I could link to it from my blog. Of course she asked me what direction I had wanted to take my blog in. I said I had no idea and that I would probrably just tell stories about her. I have a lot of stories...funny stories. I have been friends with Jenn for going on 13 years. Needless to say we have been through a lot together...having a Kid (her), divorce (her), marriage (me), having another kid (her), marriage (her), divorce (me),etc, etc, etc. And through all the craziness(mostly her)we have remained close friends. A year or so back Jenn lost her mother to cancer. I remember getting a call from her that morning and being at her house witin what seemed like seconds with donuts and flowers and all the other stuff you want when you feel like shit. I spent the next few hours making her laugh because that is how I deal with loss and they say it is the best medicine. At her most recent gallary show she had me sit down and read the photo essay she published about the journey her mother took while battling her cancer. At the end of the book she thanked those closest to her and I was one of them. That meant a lot to me. Well Jenn I don't have a big fancy book to thank you in, but maybe this is the next best thing. I want to thank you for always being there for me. You were the only person that I was able to turn to when my marriage ended. Thank you for actually listening to me when I was a sobbing mess, even though I know it freaked you out because I am not the cryer. Thank you actully being what you said you were going to be when you grew up because you have inspired me. But mostly thank you for being my friend. Okay enough with being mushy...next time I am telling one of your stories.

The Murph

This is Murphy...and up until May 31 I was lucky to have her by my side for the last 12 years. I have had a rough go this last year or so and she silently helped me through the hardest times. Sounds crazy but I don't know what I would have done had I not had her greeting me at the door every night. I am going to miss that silly puppy.