Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Catch up week.
Thanks to the Pig-flu, schools are closed, streets are empty, and now i have the free time to catch up on my favorite blogs. This actually has been quite a treat, since after my little breakdown, we've been pretty busy. Believe it or not, last week I started the gym. I figured, no biggie... I used to go and do an easy hour of cardio and then some weights. I'll take it slow....back in shape in no time.
Oh hell no. Ten minutes on the machine and I felt like my legs were burning, my arms about to fall off. I kept my eye on the clock, hoping that it would just stop due to a power outage or something catastrophic and we'd all be *forced* to go home. But I wasn't that lucky... time kept ticking. The uncomfortable part about the whole thing was that this was the first time in 7 years that I had gone to the gym with my hubby... who seems to know it all. He came and asked me twice if I was okay....Apparently, the redness in my face was clearly visible across the gym and he promptly brought me a towel and some water. I dreaded hearing the alarm the next morning...hoping he'd forget about it, or feel ill and not want to go. Second day, I followed him as he explained different techniques to get rid of all my baby weight. oh no. I don't have a baby....the baggage just never left.
Well here was my chance to get rid of it.... once and for all. Luckily, by the end of the week, I was a little sore, but doing the machines and cardio for about 45 minutes. Not bad. I've got a ways to go. Now, thanks to those piglets... I ain't going anywhere where people are breathing hard and sweating all their toxins everywhere. No thanks. I'll skip this week.
I did get to tattoo a client last week. As I was setting up my station, I felt as something was missing. Oh yeah, the zanex...or the beer... anything to make me relax. Of course, I couldn't make that a habit. I bit the bullet. I held my breath every line and made it happen. This is an image that my client brought it... a representation of a jaguar god. A little cartoon-y if you ask me... but if that's what he wants... I'm all for it. It came out solid. I was pretty happy with it.
Hubby participated in an art show. Unfortunetly, it was in the evening and kiddos were already restless. After reminding my hubby to take a gazillion pics for me, somehow it ended up in the hands of another tattoo artist, who took more photos of his friends than of the art pieces.
Hubby participated in an art fusion... where 3 or so artists start a piece, and then switch and finish each others. Somehow, it turned into 10+ artists... and the idea of it kinda fell apart. Nonetheless, he participated in this event with other artists, graffiti artists and tattoo artists here in Guadalajara.
Listening to a few other bloggers, it was suggested to find a spanish tutor for the kiddos. They were supposed to start this week, but everything will be postponed until further notice. It's kinda hard not to worry about this whole pig virus. CNN and news stations in the states are blowing it up.. it's on every Mexican news channel....masks are completely scarce... schools are shut down. My mom and sisters, in a panic, are sending us 4 boxes of face masks. We drowned our tattoo shop in bleach today and besides having a black widow give us a run, it is hospital grade clean.
And after all the cleaning, I felt out of place. I needed to create something and break the sterile barrier. I needed to paint.
- Refried Dreamer
- I've been living in Mexico now for about a two years with my hubby and 2 kids. Not exactly by choice, but we're here nonetheless. Luckily, I live with quite a few of the accomodations that i was used to in the states. In spite of those convienences, we also have a water tank with asbestos, outdated electricity, massive amounts of dust, caterpillars that burn your skin, and thousands of windshield washers on every street corner. My kiddos and I are learning to speak spanish and adjust to life away from our family and friends in the States.