Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Chucklespace.Inspiring Blog Award Nominee-Me-And-You

 In all the years of writing online I don't think I've ever been nominated for anything....course, things would soon change.Stephanie, a fellow writer on Twitter has nominated me for;

 I suppose its true, being nominated is the ultimate special feeling. Who needs to win at this point? In many ways I've already won.With that being said? there's a slight catch to this being nominated (ahem)...

Rules of the Award:

Display the award in your blog to show that you have been nominated. 
Remember to link back to the person who nominated you.
Share 7 things about yourself.
Nominate 15 other bloggers
Notify your nominees
Seven Random (possibly odd and scary) Facts About Me:

First of all I've never p-a-r-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-e-d in one of these thingy-poo-poos-ever. I have however seen the likes of them many years back when I belonged to the first original Journalspace writing site, though, hm, I assumed a position of being on the down low from joining in on any reindeer games, simply because I happen to think my list would have been as generic as the dandy lions spreading out on my neighbors lawn.
Now however? I think otherwise. I wanna join in on the fun. Thanks Steph!

 Before I do my list I'd like to tell you a little about Stephanie and how I came upon her.
I met Stephanie on twitter. I don't know if I started to follow her or she followed me...neither matters at this point other than I'm pretty fortunate to come by her. Stephanie is a writer who writes so well in my opinion that I question my own damn-writing. There's a few out there that mercy me.
Stephanie has this ability to make me laugh out loud at my computer screen, whether she is tweeting or talking about her unsafe neighborhood in her Blog-she's seriously hilarious. I adore hilarious.
I look forward in getting to know Stephanie more in the future and, thank her in advance (coughs..) while I'm still in a good mood for making this blasted Random List.


(1). Scary or odd facts about me? I'm a procrastinator here in there until I fight it off and leap spontaneously off my ass and embark on large projects that MUST be accomplished that day or I lose interest.

(2). I'll not gift myself some of the pleasures other women gift themselves. Such as expensive make-up, purses, jewelry, spas and so on. I wore dollar store make-up for years before my husband got mad at me and dragged me out to buy decent make up (laughs). I learned soon that if you spend a little more on make up it goes on literally like silk. My daughter gave me my first pedicure before I went to Mexico.So pretty.Think I'm hooked.

(3). I stress over stupid things. I'll stress all day over the very things I encourage others to forget.
I'm stressing now.

(4). I hate it when people don't like me, period. I don't know why that is, because...some days I couldn't give a chit!

(5). I believe its really me putting out the street lights when I drive, not the tilted head light my husband mentions in all four of the cars we've had in the past. I believe at one time Lily had a ghost. I summoned it away and I never lost a kitchen item again.

(6). I like driving a stick shift. Two months ago I rammed the jeep into our Mazda at the END OF THE DRIVEWAY!.

(7). I like greasy-concession-stands at ball parks my daughter Lil-plays at. One doesn't sell fries however. Who-the-hell-wouldn't sell fries at a ball park????? ( eye roll....)

-My Nominees Are-----and forgive me for not finding seven. I thank you with my writing heart for the inspiration you give online and in life.

Jackie Byrdsong: Twitter

And lastly? (evil grins..)

PS.Remember neither one of you need to feel you have to join in on any reindeer games:)


Thursday, May 9, 2013

Vacation Continued.Now With Poignant Moments..

 Its probably been said a million times over but, if you're on a roll with writing? go with it, dammit.
With that being said I've come to the conclusion that I'll pick the most poignant moments, or not so poignant of my trip to Mexico- than at length- from one blade of grass to another (goofy grins).

My Poignant Moments~

 Arriving at the Hotel Riu, Santa Fe, and feeling the reality of it rather than the endless surfing online of pictures and comments of the resort itself.

 All mornings at breakfast at the hotel. Everyone of them seemed especially calm and therapeutic, and, special. I'm not certain why, well, other than we had nowhere to be, and no schedule to follow.
 The buffet breakfast was vast in selection and scrumptious in flavor. I was made by my own free will-a new breakfast eater.
The the last mornings of breakfast we sat in a small courtyard just outside of the large buffet dinning room.
The warm morning sunshine sat on my shoulders warming me out from the cooler desert temps.
Varies round tables were adorned with crisp white linen and placed with cutlery and a linen napkins. I sipped my coffee leisurely and watched each morning the small brown birds flying around a two tiered water fountain and on up-to a few large rot iron wall sconce. One morning I watched those same brown birds I've seen in my own back yard fighting with a stunning yellow bird, then a gorgeous red bird, for morsels left on a plate.I've pictures of them.Will post here soon.

 The roaring waves and how they could be calm one day and build a wall the next.
You couldn't see them from the beach lounge chairs because of the somewhat steep incline the beach had outside our hotel. But if you were to take your beach towel down a bit you could be set up like a stage to the show. One particular afternoon while my husband (tried) to play tennis with a colleague, I grasped the golden ring to spend a little time alone on the beach. Poignant that was to me, and simple.I was in a freeing element hard to describe. I brought with me a cold beer from our room, which is rare of me to drink beer, let alone drink alone. I sat there in on the beach, stage and all, sipping that cold beer like it were the juice of the heavens, letting the liquid slide down slowing like a good wine. I soaked in every aspect of the beach with an amazingly... calm heart.

 The water taxis. They'd come and go from the beach out front of our resort, pulling people on and off with the swells covering the beach. This vision was particularly fun to watch, even to participate in, which I had days later with peels of laughter.
There were times that no water taxis would temp a landing on the beach, the swells were too large. Other times were a bit risky, though, appeared manageable, but not without a good laugh from me watching one particular exit.
The swell came in and so did the water taxi, plunking out one male tourist waste deep in water, holding over his head his young wife's bags.The water taxi then went out with the wave, waiting for the next wave to safely come back into, ahem, (throw) off the young lady (lmao). I watched with great interest the next swell and wave that brought the water taxi in, and held my breath. Like a cartoon in slow motion I watched as the young man waded into the water to retrieve his young wife-her arm outstretched to his and his to hers like an old painting I once seen, when, the swell began to back up and slowly take the boat out. Fool would have it the young girl wouldn't let go of her hubbies hand and they stretched their bodies farther than humanly possible, when, unable to hang on to one another any longer, or having the sense to let go-the girl plopped head over ass into the water (plush!) and I couldn't stop laughing. Course my day would come.
 I boarded and disembarked like a lady, or a seal, in peals of laughter. That alone was the best excursion-ever-boarding and leaping on que.

 Poolside at the Geritol pool. The resort has many pools but this one is more centre of the resort and quieter.
Mainly families and older people milled about the pool and around perfectly placed loungers under shade and palm trees.This particular day after lunch my husband and I found our selfs in a row of deserted loungers in the shade, a row away from the large pool. We read a bit and snoozed. The warm afternoon wind rustled gently the palm trees over head, as did the rustle of small birds.We were weary from the first of nights lack of sleep.Before we moved ourselves out of building five and into building three, we endured the late night drunks coming to their rooms all hours of the wee morning, including those crazy Canucks from the Island-stagging it. So, there we were slumbering away on our lounge chairs when suddenly out of nowhere we began to hear the cackling voices of the Golden Girl's, all five of them in swimwear attire plunking themselves right down beside us, five in a row. Hence my naming this particular pool-the Geritol pool. Two of the five ladies full of spunk and vinegar left three of the ladies for a game of pin-pong. I smiled at that, though minded my business behind my sunglasses as if I hadn't heard. The remaining three ladies chattered a spell until all got quiet. I then looked over and all three were fast asleep, one with her mouth slightly slack and open, creating images in my mind of a rambunctious morning they must of had. Again I smiled to myself as my writing mind began to type.

 The last night of vacation at the Riu, Santa Fe.
I hadn't thought I'd survive without my family seven days, but I had. In fact? I surprised myself by feeling a sense of panic that our vacation was nearly over-I felt I had only but started to settle in. There was much more to do, more to see. Two more days would of been wonderful.
With that said the last night we joined "the ladies" at the show. It was a game show with five appointed male volunteers, some American and some Canadian.It was a hilarious scene of different games, from which a Canadian eventually won, but not before they played Bruce Springsteen for the American's and Brian Adams for the Canadian's, having us all cheering the top of our lungs.
 When the nights end neared I felt this sense of pending end to everything that made things so perfect, so exciting and yet light and blissful. Both my husband and the two "ladies..." now dear friends, walked slowly talking back to our buildings.
The evening air was warm that night, unlike the cool evening wind prior nights. Various flower scents caught a breeze and showered over us, as me meandered down one of the wide paths. About this time all was quiet around the resort except a slight noise we all heard behind us. Two momma dogs puttered shyly around the gardens, foraging as it seemed for a meal. Both the "ladies and I" let out a chest full of heart. Both the odd breed of momma dogs looked to have breasts full of milk, leaving us to believe there were pups somewhere outside the grounds of the resort. For a moment we just watched them and speculated their lives and how they were found to be alone, trotting side by side like sisters. Soon however they disappeared, and we had to get the notion in our heads that little could be done on our part.It was then when the I realized again what was outside of the pearly gates of this beautiful resort.....hardship.
And so with that thought I had to tuck it away to say a final good bye to the "ladies." We all embraced like old friends and swore we'd email one another-I have yet to do so. But I will.

  Last day.
Morning breakfast was different-it was sad. I thought I'd be eager to go home but, I...well, lets just say I wasn't willing to give up this fantasy that took me away from the triggers that occasionally caught my emotion. Gallant I was in the end, strutting through the lobby and being in the places I needed to be in for our departure from the Riu.
Again awaiting us was that big-shiny-blue-bus. The long drive to the airport was met with myself quiet and studying every step of landscape along the way. My writing mind was active.
Before I lost sight of the inlet area of our resort location I spotted more than the usual paragliders floating high in the air attached to various boats. It was a scene right out of a tourist magazine, one I'll not soon forget, what with the island and Lovers beach in the foreground and blue sky and aqua water.

 The airport from the front.
It looked nothing like the back end where we walked the tarmac and into an uneventful, vast, cattle corral.
In fact? I was stunned at the glass front of the airport building and the modern elements, course, inside was even more amazing to me, well, considering our arrival.
Once through customs from which (coughs)....I panicked of being trapped again without a cigarette, open doors led us into a wonderland that catered to travelers. The duty free was awesome-bought a pretty bottle of white rum and coconut, which, hm, I keep forgetting I have. Once through the duty free a vast selection of eateries and coffee shops were available, like an open food fair with floor to ceiling windows over looking the air strip. I was elated. No, I was relieved to see the modern conveniences simply because it made me feel a little closer to home, being that I had overcome my good byes to Mexico on the bus on the way here in small increments. With that said, and a reasonably tasteful Starbucks in my hand? I then downed two travel tabs and slept like a bobble-head almost the whole way on the plane to Vancouver.I woke to rain. Go figure.






Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Vacation Continued.Is everyone from Canada?

 The drive from the airport to our destination-Hotel Riu Santa Fe, Los Cabos, was about forty minutes of complete and utter excitement, and a bit of culture unfamiliar to us from which passed outside the bus window.
 Dusty. I noticed each car that we passed was completely dusty, then again anything on either side of the freeway wasn't paved, least of all in some sections where businesses stood old and in clusters.
Much of the landscape reminded me of Kamloops BC; dry and desert like.The closer we got towards the coast we began to see big box stores, golf courses and eventually coming down near the water with the freeway hugging an amazing coast line (one I'll never forget) and the many rows upon rows of resorts with clusters of Palm trees. Most importantly 'Palm trees.' I adore them. I know I'm-far-from-home when I see Palm trees~
By this time on the bus-I've sipped at that cold Corona in my hand down to almost empty. I feel light and easy for the first time in what it seemed like eons, chuckling inside my head of the difference between Canada and Mexico.I couldn't have chugged anything in a moving vehicle at home, or legally had a conversation with myself with my hands waving about theatrically like (coughs...)
Shortly after that thought we turned off the freeway and followed a narrow road. The bus turned right onto another narrow road that lead down to a large arch where the bus was stopped, identified, and told to proceed on to the hotel. Either side of the road was perfectly manicured grounds.In the foreground you could see the impressive Palace Hotel, also on the same grounds as the Santa Fe, which we were staying at.
The Palace looked like Aladdin's home by all measures; very princely like, that which it's guest's could visit the party grounds of the Santa Fe but the Santa Fe guest's hadn't the access to the Palace. It was quiet over there.I peeked through the foliage (coughs..)obviously the Palace guest's were partying with the Santa Fe's guest's-"ahem."

 Exiting our shiny, big-blue-bus to the open doors of the Santa Fe was thrilling."We-had-arrived" I screamed in my head with excitement and crossed my heart. I was still alive. No plane crash or attempt on my life was revealed......"coughs!" go figure? Just then I thought I should probably get over my neurotics.

 Entering the lobby dragging my suitcase behind my husband I was found stunned at the beautiful open lobby, and small birds that flew fanciful from one large rot iron chandelier to another..
I was then handed a strawberry margarita by a very pretty-short-employee who smiled and greeted me with a, "hola." I knew what she said because my daughter Lil is studying Spanish in high school.
By the end of the trip I learned a small hand full of Spanish words, though, found myself saying "hola"  frequently back to the large numbers of well kept employees that never passed me by on any given- lovely paths, court yards, pools, bars, lobby, restaurants, and beach, were not without a smile and greeting.
The employees of the Riu were extremely hard workers and very gracious, even if some didn't know a lot of English, they smiled and helped the best they could. That said, pointing went a long way, so did laughter.

 Our first full day at the resort was met with an amazing morning of full sun and warm winds. The beach was of white sand and stretched for miles in both directions.The water was amazing, aqua blue in colour. My heart pounded with beats of excitement when I saw the waves crashing in on the beach.One particular day the waves were massive, nothing as I've ever seen.I spent many moments giving up beach loungers that guest's clambered around for a simple beach towel on the beach to watch those amazing waves roll and roar.
With our bodies caked in suntan lotion my husband and I began our three mile trek down the beach with carefree steps in and out of the water-destination? Los Cabos Marina.
 Once past the string of beach resorts and dozens of vacationers mingling on the beach, the marina came into view.Gorgeous boats floated gallantly with a leisure hand.A row of fishing boats were busy strumming up fishing excursions and feeding the fat seals from the back of the boat. With every step we were stopped and asked if we wanted a water taxi or a deal on a excursion. Politely we would decline and smile, while still walking. On occasion a witty local would say something to make us laugh, like one man who called my husband Casper.And another few local salesmen who pointed out my white ball cap with Canada embroidered in red on it, and, said they were from Canada too, with a silly grin.None of them ever said,"eh." Presuming they've not been to my country. Speaking about countries? you know when your in another country don't see a Tim Hortons coffee shop for seven days, and? can't find a decent cup of coffee on your whole trip.Just say'n is all.Everything else from food to cold beverages was bountifully delicious."I'm crazy-for Coco Puffs!"
Sorry.Lost myself there.

The marina was a buzz of tourists for sure, adding to the economy almost single-handedly.
Every open bar, cafe, restaurant, and numerous vendors on foot and in the market were vying for your attention. If there was poverty in Mexico, it was hidden miles away from the tourist's.On our way home at the end of this trip I did however notice in passing the dusty dirt roads and shack like homes along the freeway and up the side roads. I felt a sense of guilt for what I had and what I had just experienced in a vacation, a rare vacation.It made one wonder of the wages given to the locals that worked endlessly- so it seemed at the Hotel Riu, leaving one to wonder if a job at one of the many resorts along the beach were considered prime employment. And if so? Perhaps they were simply the lucky ones.Hm....(wandering mind).
 Within the sanctions of the resort there was no thought or whispers of the countries struggles.With million dollar yachts and cruise ships in the bay one could not help but to indulge in all the pleasures an all inclusive hotel wraps up with a shiny bow, featuring wealthy people in the bay and cocktails poolside.And a dose of guilt.

 The second night at the resort while milling about and drinking cocktails in the open courtyard we met two of the most amazing, down to earth, Canadian women. Both friends.One from Yellow Knife and one from Calgary. Both I believe might have been in their early fifties. I called them ,"the ladies."
Throughout the rest of our vacation we met up and bumped into the ladies on many occasions.Once in town at the Harley Davidson open patio, by chance for afternoon drinks, and a few times at the hotel watching shows on stage.We laughed so hard everytime we bumped into eachother (such stories were told). And one morning I met the ladies for breakfast where we cried for one another with personal stories, which still I feel deeply rooted in my heart-that morning.Those lives.One and all. The same pain. And the same healing near the aqua water on the veranda.I'll most likely not see these women ever again, but, hm... I'll not forget them.

Till next time. Building five and the group of Vancouver Island guy's stag.And five beach weddings.Oh, and, is everyone from Canada? Canadian's invade Mexico.