Our first adoptee. She wandered up onto Dee’s balcony and found the food. A tiny, scruffy bag of bones, all legs sporting a recently chopped off tail. She looks to be about 8 weeks old and is an absolutely beautiful gray tabby with leopard dots all over her cream and peach coloured belly. She was obviously starving so I immediately brought her in and fed her canned food. Little did I know that Dee had met her the night before and fed her already.

Coincidentally (or not) across town, a friend of Dee’s (also a Calgarian) had a dream that she was holding a little gray kitten. Our match was made. Lucky Bobbie (now named Karma) has a new Mommy to cuddle with and will not have to endure a lifetime of having litter after litter until her early death. Lucky Mommy has someone to love in Playa.

Since Dee & I run a cat rescue program here in Playa, for us this is absolutely freakishly exciting. One down.

Construction struction what’s your function? It’s right up there with I have to go through pain to be beautiful. And my personal fav nobody said life was gonna be easy.

Who comes up with this crap? And more poignantly, why on earth do we listen? Maybe because we have an inert desire to beautify everything around us. To live in beauty and to be beautiful ourselves in an attempt to become a part of it. Like the barbequed moth. If only for a second…

Last night I foiled Dee’s hair and I must say, damn she looks good. I hope this doesn’t mean she’s gonna spontaneously combust today. Now we’re onto pedicures (Dee’s contribution to our beauty fest) and then next week we’re headed to Calgary. Whew hoo! Haven’t been home in a while. Dee’s first Stampede as she’s not a native.

If you’re at Coyote’s for Parade Day look us up and say “Hey!” We’ll be wearing beach therapy vacations tee’s & a huge smile! I’m driving my SUV back here with my ol’ pal Ovaltine (Szuzi). Talk about an adventure! I have the need for Alberta plates here to feel more at home. Meanwhile only 2 more days of construction to endure at the new condo and I’m outta here. Wish me luck!

Moral of the story. Although necessary, construction can be loud, annoying & dirty. Coincidentally, this can also be applied to Stampede Week, Dee (while attempting to foil her as she is singing and bopping to Keith Urban), and moths when they fly into the bug zapper thing. Life at times is like one big construction site with Keith Urban singing to your friend as she stampedes a moth into a flame.

Ya’ll have a great day!

No we’re not talking about Mexican pizza, we’re referring to the ruins that neither Dee nor I have been to, Chichen Itza. Yes it’s finally out, we’re tourist losers.

OK she’s lived here for over 6 years so she beats me in the loser tourist category I’m thinkin’. But, I have been to Coba & Tulum. No 3-hour bus ride involved & there was a tropical storm going on so there was no beach action per se (unless you’re into sand constantly being thrown into your mouth), so a boyfriend I was here with rented a car and we drove there. I bought a chic knee-length black garbage bag from a jungle man for 25 pesos, called it a raincoat and we struck out.

Coba involves a little hike into the jungle and it is still possible to climb to the top of the big stair thingie. Bring a big fly swatter or bug spray. There really are a lot of old rocks there for your viewing pleasure and they are quite cool. We don’t have these back in Canada so you’ll have to come here and see them for yourself. Maybe you could take pictures to show Dee & I.

Moral of the story: We know nothing about Chicken Pizza except it tastes good when it has that BBQ sauce on it. If I weren’t a Spanish drop out, I’d order one for delivery.

Y’all have a good Father’s Day today!

Mommy's MoMo

Mo is referring to my one-eyed, limping (because he had a broken leg and now has pins in it), half-chewed off foot (what’s a few toes?) 6-month-old kitty, Mojito. One of the “3 amigos” brothers who found me when I moved to Playa. The food left on the balcony by my sister helped.

This morning I’m doing the dishes and I hear a cat growling so I go to see who it is. It’s Mo growling at Bud (my imported 15 lb. Canadian 8 year old kitty) because he’s got something he doesn’t want Bud to have. I can’t see what it is yet so I move in for a closer look, thinking it’s a moth. It’s just then that he tightens his bite on it and moves under the table and he’s heading to my bedroom. I’m freaking out cause I don’t want this creature in my bed. He leaves behind a tail on the floor.

Only this tail is alive and it’s jumping all over the place and Bud is fascinated by it but he won’t touch it and he just keeps looking at me like, “What the hell is it Mom?” I tell him we’re not in Kansas anymore. The tail is freaking us both out. It took quite a while for it to die too. So I open the screen door and shoo Mo outside with his tailless gecko that is still alive flailing in his mouth. He does the cat torture thing to it until the poor little guy finally has a heart attack or gets molested to death or something. Anyway, it’s not moving.                                                                                                          

Buddy & Mo Practicing Napping

The dead tail is still sitting on the floor by the door. But now the gecko’s tailless corpse is sitting on the balcony and I look up and the tail is missing and Mo is back in looking for it. Where did it go? This is freakishly exciting come to think of it. The other day he brought us in a cockroach that was kicking and screaming all over the place. No wait… I think that was me. Mo is definitely an excellent hunter. Definitely. Of course, our heroine (my Canadian ally & friend Dee) used her lightening rod instincts, grabbed her shoe and beat the living crap out of the big old cockroach. I just screamed.

Moral of the story: If you ever need a cockroach hunter call Mo, an exterminator call Dee, a horror flick extra call me. Y’all have a good day!

Last night I was out at a local sports bar on 5th Ave with a friend visiting from Calgary, Canada. Shockingly, he wanted to watch a hockey game (Go Flames Go!) that was on. I know this is already freakishly exciting. And not that I wasn’t totally enthralled with the game in progress, but I found myself engaged in conversation with anyone who wandered into my personal space. Pretty much covered the entire radius of the bar, but what can I say I’m a friendly girl.

Anyway, this is how I met Elizabeth, our server for the evening. I told her about our new business adventures and she gave me a coin, which I am never supposed to spend. This was a gift of the heart and meant to bring us good fortune and attract s#!*loads of money to us.

Elizabeth, I promise to never spend my coin and I thank you for your sweet thoughtfulness. One of my favorite things I love about Mexico is the Mexican spirit.

Thanks Elizabeth. Mucho Gusto.