Totally disturbed. We've been using those Nestle Creamer packets in our coffee all week. Usually I look at that stuff right away to see what the hell is in it, but it didnt occur to me until Suk mentioned they're non-dairy that maybe I should try to translate the spanish ingredients. Its hard enough sometimes with english to know whats in stuff because of the science speak but spanish?
Well, it was too easy. First Ingredient: CORN solids. AHHHHHHHHHH! I didn't need 3 years of spanish to get that. Shocking that everyone here, completely aside from genetics, is really lumpy(read fat) and dies at like 55.
I've been greasing my morning gut with fucking CORN. And probably a total of like I sat down and dumped a can of corn into my coffee sort of alot. Really frusterating considering how concientious i've tried to be here about what i'm eating/drinking. Obsessive? maybe, but hey--I feel great.
I'm off to take my frusteration out on the goal posts on the beach--one place I found to do pullups! It's fun, and i'm driving Suk nuts, scoping the whole resort out for places to pull off silly little stunts. I think the staff has been watching me carefully, afraid that i'll pull down one of the beach hust or something. Yesterday I traversed across the bridge that spans the pool, off the edge, no feet about 15 yards. It only said 'NO DIVING'. Take that all you Fat Ass americans. Also, who needs a sanding block? I've got the real thing.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Today I met a Cougar
Not feline however.
We made the aquiantance of a 60 year old woman--- european, very beautiful and classy, dating a man 22 years year junior. 8 years into their relationship, and they seem very happy. 3 Kids, a longtime previous marriage and so much travel and experience under her belt. I enjoyed her company very much, but also could not help thinking-- man all the men her age must really hate that such a beautiful woman is dating such a young man, and I imagined that her partner has experienced much disbelief from the younger generation. It struck me, as we spoke and drank with her, that her relationship (with the often negative stigma attached to it) is just one more example of the need for all of us to accept each person for their own beliefs, orientation and lifestyle choices. Love is love. It has made me hopeful. With that said, we all know am very blunt, critical and outspoken... maybe I should lay off the Dan Savage stuff.... Nah.
I am going to paint my toes now.
We made the aquiantance of a 60 year old woman--- european, very beautiful and classy, dating a man 22 years year junior. 8 years into their relationship, and they seem very happy. 3 Kids, a longtime previous marriage and so much travel and experience under her belt. I enjoyed her company very much, but also could not help thinking-- man all the men her age must really hate that such a beautiful woman is dating such a young man, and I imagined that her partner has experienced much disbelief from the younger generation. It struck me, as we spoke and drank with her, that her relationship (with the often negative stigma attached to it) is just one more example of the need for all of us to accept each person for their own beliefs, orientation and lifestyle choices. Love is love. It has made me hopeful. With that said, we all know am very blunt, critical and outspoken... maybe I should lay off the Dan Savage stuff.... Nah.
I am going to paint my toes now.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
crustaceans
We managed, despite much experience, to slightly burn on the first day. Not the 'oh hell' i'm a walking cherry, but much more lobster like than would be ideal. Actually, I am a normal just got sun for the first time in a year--Suk however is perhaps a bit more pink then she is comfortable with considering her ethnic skin.
It was "cold" by local standards today, 70+ degrees in the middle of winter. We are actually wearing long sleeves after dark, but i'm completely ok not feeling like i'm suffocating for the 16 humid daylight hours.
On another note, i'm pretty sure the food is better than last year. Or maybe I just know exactly what to zero in on this time. I have also learned to LOAD up on protein and any fat i can get my hands on-- all carbs come from booze around here. Neat discovery, Mexico has coconut milk. copious amounts of it in the form of pina colada mix sans the sugar they add to the drinks. SWEET! (and not in an insulin spiking dangerously sort of way). New drink: rum, pina mix and a little banana blended. just sweet enough-- and friggin deliciously continuously cold.
The people here know us at this point. By us, I mean the bald headed Korean i am keeping company. 3rd time at this resort--somehow two sweet (sometimes belligerent) short haired girls who actually tip (europeans and canadians are the same everywhere in the shitty tipping department) make an impression. We have had champagne sent to our room anonymously--table in the Buffet!(lol) area reserved for us and I don't think dinner ressies will ever be a problem last minute. Some great little tips for where to eat locally and "disco". Ha. No disco for us, but we can smile and pretend we're not old farts who fall asleep reading and playing sudoku.
More on this whole resort thing tomorrow. Never thought i'd be the type, but thoughts are congealing (making peace with my soul) and the subject definately deserves its own post.
Now on to drink my coffee and watch the ocean from our balcony. Dont pretend you're not jealous--have I mentioned that I am really red?
It was "cold" by local standards today, 70+ degrees in the middle of winter. We are actually wearing long sleeves after dark, but i'm completely ok not feeling like i'm suffocating for the 16 humid daylight hours.
On another note, i'm pretty sure the food is better than last year. Or maybe I just know exactly what to zero in on this time. I have also learned to LOAD up on protein and any fat i can get my hands on-- all carbs come from booze around here. Neat discovery, Mexico has coconut milk. copious amounts of it in the form of pina colada mix sans the sugar they add to the drinks. SWEET! (and not in an insulin spiking dangerously sort of way). New drink: rum, pina mix and a little banana blended. just sweet enough-- and friggin deliciously continuously cold.
The people here know us at this point. By us, I mean the bald headed Korean i am keeping company. 3rd time at this resort--somehow two sweet (sometimes belligerent) short haired girls who actually tip (europeans and canadians are the same everywhere in the shitty tipping department) make an impression. We have had champagne sent to our room anonymously--table in the Buffet!(lol) area reserved for us and I don't think dinner ressies will ever be a problem last minute. Some great little tips for where to eat locally and "disco". Ha. No disco for us, but we can smile and pretend we're not old farts who fall asleep reading and playing sudoku.
More on this whole resort thing tomorrow. Never thought i'd be the type, but thoughts are congealing (making peace with my soul) and the subject definately deserves its own post.
Now on to drink my coffee and watch the ocean from our balcony. Dont pretend you're not jealous--have I mentioned that I am really red?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
mexico day one
Got to Quinta Roo today with Suk. Feeling a really guilty leaving Seattle, the hustle and bustle of life has been overwhelming lately. I have gone with the flow, redirecting as manyof life's streams as possible--but always feeling like there is more i can do. Well, maybe because there is more I can do. Its not an ideal time to go anywhere, but now that i'm here I refuse to ruin my forced relaxation by worrying about the rest of life elsewhere.
We stepped off the plane, delirious from 8 hours of travel (starting at 3am)-- I was dragged through the airport, bladder exploding to partake in the traditional first beer just outside the airport doors. Ignoring the mayan paparazzi (my take on the million and a half darling shorties assaulting every obvious tourist for tours, rides pictures etc) we chugged a beer and then found our SUV pickup. Stuck in the car with 3 very interesting people from Oklahoma (no offense mom) for 25 minutes I entertained myself with an inner dialogue centered primarily around the ladies horrible fake louis vuitton scarves and wondering if they reapplied their makeup in the bathroom at the baggage check or if it was always a mile deep.
Dinner (lots of protein to offset my guilt that is already setting in about the copious amounts of alcohol that will be consumed in next 13 days) a fun juvenile soccer game (on TV) and now lots of sleep.
oh and its supposed to rain tomorrow.
We stepped off the plane, delirious from 8 hours of travel (starting at 3am)-- I was dragged through the airport, bladder exploding to partake in the traditional first beer just outside the airport doors. Ignoring the mayan paparazzi (my take on the million and a half darling shorties assaulting every obvious tourist for tours, rides pictures etc) we chugged a beer and then found our SUV pickup. Stuck in the car with 3 very interesting people from Oklahoma (no offense mom) for 25 minutes I entertained myself with an inner dialogue centered primarily around the ladies horrible fake louis vuitton scarves and wondering if they reapplied their makeup in the bathroom at the baggage check or if it was always a mile deep.
Dinner (lots of protein to offset my guilt that is already setting in about the copious amounts of alcohol that will be consumed in next 13 days) a fun juvenile soccer game (on TV) and now lots of sleep.
oh and its supposed to rain tomorrow.
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