Observation Numero 2

Toilet Seat Covers and the assurance that there will ALWAYS be toilet paper when you need it.


I'm living on pure luxury.

Side Note:

Did I tell you how FABULOUS it is to take a long, hot shower with no little "surprises"?

ahhhh.... those little things that were never truly appreciated....

until now.

Passing the time.

I watched my plane take off from the boarding gate. Of course, in Mexican time, my flight was late leaving Guadalajara. After getting two exit row seats, which are horrible, and having them changed and having only one hour to bust through customs (smuggling birth control for my baby sis) and security at Phoenix airport to catch my next flight..of course something had to blow things off course. Those gym hours almost paid off... but thanks to hubby making , err... motivating me go the gym and working out the ole drumsticks, I was a bit exhausted. I ran off that plane, plowed through customs, cut through at security... threw my carryon over my head and booked it like a bat out of hell to my gate.... and then came on a cramp. Aaaaaahhhh! leg cramp. *stupid squats. I shouldn't have tried to be cocky at the gym. I limped to my gate, only to watch it separate and reverse through the window. Next flight? 4 hour wait. Perfect.

Four hours with nothing to do. I could grab a bite to eat. *with what you ask?... my credit card. Peso rate was ridiculous. After looking around the airport for something to snack on, I realized how much crap we Americans eat! In the Mexico airports... it was mostly sandwiches etc... The Pheonix airport was nothiing but Pizza hut, Starbucks, Grills, Pretzels *mmmmmmm...pretzels., Ice cream... no wonder we're a little hefty! It was a feat to find a bottle of water and a yogurt with granola. While the Pizza was tempting, its not exactly the best way to start off the week in the States. I think I'll wait a few days before I start to thicken my waistline. I think I'll go for some Thai food first. Some curry. Then maybe some authentic pizza... and in reality... I think that's about it.

Farewell my friends.

No. I'm not going away for good...but I am going back to the States for a bit a week. Nothing exciting planned, but if anything does happen... you'll be the first to know. I'm expecting a delay at the airport since I went a few days over my FM-T. Oops. I blame it on the pigs.

I'll miss you guys.

'Big hug. Little hug. Little hug. BIIIIIGGGGG hug.'

-Nacho Libre

Because I'm bored, and feel that I need to.

24 Things You Never Wanted to Know About Me (And I'm Sorry)

1. Did you date someone from your school senior year? Yep.

2. Did you marry someone from your high school? No, thank God... but I have wonderful pleasure of dealing with him for the rest of my life.

3. Did you carpool to school? Yes. Mom planned it all out.

4. What kind of car did you drive? 94 Integra

5. What kind of car do you have now? Tahoe decked out in skulls.

6. It's Friday night - where were you (in high school)? In the park.

7. It is Friday night - where are you (now)? Probably at a friend's house with the kiddos or at home watching "Lost".

8. What kind of job did you have in high school? A bag boyer... girl, popcorn junkie, cashier or backbreaker... take your pick.

9. What kind of job do you do now? I have a sex shop and tattoo shop in Mx... leaving behind quilting business and being a hairstylist.

10. Were you a party animal? Nope. Family issues. But I'm a good time. *wink wink

11. Were you considered a flirt? probably.

12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? This one time, in band camp...

13. Were you a nerd? After band camp and geeky classes, Hell no, I was COOL.

14. Did you get suspended or expelled? For fighting, yes.

15. Can you sing the fight song? .....From which school?

16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Mr. Acciani who sparked my interest music...which i'll never forget.

17. Where did you sit during lunch? I didn't eat lunch at school - I usually ditched.

18. If you could go back and do it again, would you? No way. I hated high school and all the bullshit that came with it.

19. Did you have fun at Prom? No, we didn't stay. So, yes.

20. Do you still talk to your prom date? Unfortunetly.

21. What did you want to be when you grew up? Special.

22. Biggest fashion mistake? Could it have been the sharpie eyebrows, or the braces? tough one.

23. Favorite fashion trend? Chucks.

24. Are you going to your next reunion? No. Hell no.

Please feel free to post this below or on your own. Ciao!

Cat Fight out front.

Those windshield washers can be pretty fiesty if they're not paid their due. Most often, they bolt towards you, having already jumped on the hood of your car and washing before you can make eye contact, with another sticking his hand out, waiting for his pay. You can yell 'NO!!!' all you want, but they'll sit and argue with you for the duration of the light and then tell you to pay them and they'll leave you alone. Pretty damn irritating, if you ask me. Hubby doesn't care. He's gotten out of the car and made his case. Unfortunetly, one guy was not so lucky. Apparently, a wiper washed his windows after the guy said no. The wiper, of course, wanted his pay, and the guy said he didn't have any. The wiper pulled the guy out of the car and started kicking his ass. Policia was right there. He grabs the victim and throws him in the back of his car while he chases the wiper. THE REST OF THE DAMN WIPERS pull the victim OUT of the police car and start kicking his ass again. Dirty women, Filthy men, kids, EVERYONE comes out and starts kicking this guy. It's like a mini-Tepito!!! Policia calls for back up. It turned into a riot. I think they arrested the whole street. Mothers were being handcuffed, Wipers.... being chased for blocks.
While watching, I asked some of my neighbors for the story and a little chit chat. Their response? 'Es una problema de la policia. That's what they get for letting this go on for so long.' A few chuckles and everyone goes back to work. Only in Mexico.

I'll be heading back to the States for a week or so. I'm excited to go back, but a little bummed to be going solo. I'll be stocking up for my store, buying lingerie (What a horrible job, I know.), getting tattoo equipment, joyeria for piercing, and all my personal addictions... hair products like Bed Head, Pureology, etc... and all the makeup that is ridiculously overpriced and crap here in Mexico such as I.d.Bare Elements, Christian Dior Mascara (to die for.) and all the Lorac and Urban Decay eyeshadows to last me a lifetime.
I still have yet to find a trusted stylist here in Mexico, so I'll prolly head back to my old salon and visit my good friend, Estela, and have her hit the roots. I also plan on working a bit in the old quiltin' business and help my mom catch up on some work. Nothing's definite yet. Still looking for some cheap flights. Any suggestions?

Numero 3.

Well, here's hoping that everyone had a fabulous mothers day. Special kudos to those that are "getting it done" here in Mexico.


For Mother's Day, I decided to "dress up" a little... meaning that instead of wearing jeans and tennis shoes with all the divots and pot holes in the roads and sidewalks here in Mexico, I figured I wouldn't be walking much. We planned on going over to MIL's house in Guanajuato and spend the day with her. So, I put on some nice shorts, a blouse, and some short brown heels... perfect for a little picnic. We arrived in the little pueblito around 2:30... scanning the area for florerias. COuldn't find real flowers! Who in their right mind would give their dear momma artificial flowers for mothers day? Apparently, quite a few. Hubby was getting frustrated. We parked the car and hoofed it to the central mercado...(wishing I had brought my box of tapabocas.)Ooohhh... the roads were tore up... the sidewalks had major fault lines. I took my time walking, while hubby rushed ahead. We found some flowers, payed the tab, and headed back. Now mind you, I'm fully sleeved... which in the U.S. isn't a big deal, and only a quick second glance in Guadalajara... but in this small town, Hubby and I are a freakin side show. So, we're walking back to the car and here comes a taxi with no intentions of stopping.... hubby yells, "hurry up!" and Little One and I book it across the street...only to have the heel of my shoe wedge it's way into a nice little crevice dead center. AAAaaahhh! My fat ass went down right in the middle of centro, in the middle of the street. I swear, I could hear crickets. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit... but I did hear Little One screech out at the top of his lungs...MOOoooooOOoommy!!!! He runs back INTO the street to save me from the savage taxistas. Happy Mothers Day to me. I'm getting old.

Number 2.

I just finished my second client tattoo. Nowhere near my hubby's kind of work... but I was really please and so was my client. Woo hoo!!! :)

Some more big news!!! Little One lost his first tooth last night. He put it in a plastic bag, with a note "parra la atha". I helped pull out the tooth, but found a nice cavity alongside. We'll be heading to the dentist soon.



Lastly, we are tearing apart the shop again. We're putting in a little clothing store, promoting TRIBAL Gearand some of hubby's tshirts... maybe soon, some clothing for women. We've also picked up a new apprentice. He's been tattooing for about 10 years, but wants to keep learning. Kudos to him!!! So, now with three artists and myself on the side, we're adding a new booth to our studio.



School for the kiddos is STILL postponed. I don't know about other moms, but I'm going nuts. I had my sister score me some Tamiflu in the States, just in case, this really isn't a conspiracy! anywhoo, saludos a todos!

Over the Rainbow.

My Grandpa is dying tonite. I got the call a few hours ago. My grandpa, still sitting in his old chair, in the back room, unresponsive as the phone was put up to his ear as I said my goodbyes. I choked up... said a few words and let it go at "i love you and your daughter (my mom) loves you." I can think of everything now. While my grandparents and I didn't exactly have the best relationship, I didn't think this would hit me... but it did. I want to say thank you for the things that he did, whether i liked them or not... like the constant scavenger hunts, the prize always being the trip to the liquor store, singing "dont step on the cracks or...." for an ice cream or candy... as long as it was gone before we got back to my mom. Or those damn "papa specials"... saltine crackers, cream cheese, and butter... I know. weird. but i loved them. Oh God, and the Wizard of Oz. He loved that movie. We prolly watched it over a hundred times... over and over. He had Toto, too. The dolls, the cards, the characters. The few times my kids have been over, he's got them watching it too. Funny, its been a few years now... and the kids started singing the Yellow Brick Road song in the car the other day. He loved his yodeling, too. Irish/Scottish pride. The checker games, cheesy riddles, word searches... or Voltaire. As I got older and more of a handful, I lived with them for awhile. His solution was to make me read... and run. Voltaire, Locke, Machiavelli, Plato and Aristotle and Rosseau.... and run... or he tried to make me. I'd rather argue theories than go to boot camp. He made me think. He challenged ideas. Hehe.... he was the philosopher...with an old Ford pick up truck. Same 50's haircut, blue jeans and button up shirt, with his Camel non filters. Those cigarettes were glued to him. Even when I was living with him, he bought me my own packs. Yes, it was prolly wrong...but that was the least of my worries at the time. Those smokes are killing him. He is in 4th stage emphysema....and still, it didn't stop him. The doctors gave him a month or so left at Christmas time. Of course, he proved them wrong. I knew he would. He would go when he was ready. I think he's at peace with everyone now. He's not scared. I won't be going to the funeral. My mom made the choice not to attend, and I wouldn't show up without her. We'll miss you. <3

The new Travelers' flu?

We finished off our "vacation" this week by heading up to Santa Maria del Oro, en Nayarit. Despite the borrachos that were already there, I def. recommend anyone nearby to check out this lake. For starters, there is plenty of fish... which made my bass loving hubby, extremely happy. It's known as a "fresa" lake... filled with a bunch of rich families, hippie kids etc. Egh. However,everything was pristine... very clean, boat rentals, stores nearby, campgrounds, and bungalows. We stayed at Koala campgrounds. It was very clean, owned by Americans or Canadians, decently priced, and english spoken... which is a plus for me. I'm not a fan of lakes... thanks to the Discovery Channel... and all those stories about murky waters.... but I gotta tell you, the waters were crystal clear, turquoise, and warm... perfect for a picnic and a little kiddie playtime on the beach. Except for Little One's sunblock wearing off and a nasty sunburn.... we had a great time.

I wanted to post this, not so much because of the lake, but the 2 hour ride home. At one of the many cuotas, the road was blocked off by masked men and women, all wearing white. Every car was being directed to the side and approached by one of these investigators. A lady approached our car with a newspaper and a clipboard. They were handing out info on the H1N1 virus. She asked us where we were and where we were going, how many passengers, asked if any of us had a list full of symptoms, and let us know where we could get treatment if needed. I wish I had my camera. Truckers, minivans, everyone was getting pulled aside, data recorded, and if needed be, pulled out of the car and checked up on. Of course, the one time you shouldn't do something, that's when you need to do it. The sun was in our eyes and I had to sneeze. hehe.. imagine? But we held it back and were on our way. How great of the government to go out and inform/check on travelers who would thus further spread the virus. Stop it before it meets its destination. Way to go, gobierno!

I wish it were mine.

Here's a pic of one of Hubby's latest tattoos... Check out his links on the side bar! Enjoy... Ciao!!!

Stay safe.

the FAJITA flu.

In case you didn't know... APPARENTLY, illegal immigrants are the carriers and the cause of the "fajita flu."


now as this story is unfolding, didn't we just hear that the flu didn't originate in Veracruz... and now in fact originated in San Diego?

I think the conspiracy theories make more sense... especially since the Mexican Senate, the other day, passed a bill making small quanities of drugs legal. Coke, Heroin, Weed... they plan on focusing on the bigger fish. Of course, this still has to go before the President. (A similar was passed in 2006-2007 and was vetoed by Pres. Fox) But how come no one said anything about it???

Because we're too damn focused on the "Mexican" flu.

conspiracies, I tell you.