Me gusta Mexico. Mucho.

The perfect vacation. It really was. I enjoyed myself so much. I haven't actually been anywhere tropical while it was cold and snowy back home before. It makes it harder to come home though. But I thought I'd tell you a bit about it in pictures. Maybe a few more stories some other time.

Warning: I am horrible at taking pictures (you kind of lose the hang of it after five years of not having a camera) so I don't have much to work with. Plus I'm not sure if I want to show people's faces - what's blogging etiquette on that? Anyway, here is my holiday in pictures.

The all-inclusive bracelet that is both stylish and functional. R (the bride) and I so cut ours off for the wedding. Guess we should have asked first though - it's kind of a process to get a new one. See my freckles!? They come out to play in the sun.

So the resort was beautiful. Lots of bright colours and so near the ocean. And everyone you meet, practically, is from Canada. I loved the friendly staff - they all called me and R chaquita. We didn't really care what it meant - it sounded good.

This was our pool. Our meeting place. The resort had 6 "blocks" and ours was the third. The ocean was about 30 feet to the left. The hut thing in the corner, that's the bar. I was partial to the pineapple juice myself.

I did play some beach volleyball. It took me a bit to get over the face that not only am I self concious about playing sports, now I am playing them in a bathing suit. But it was good times.

I did some dancing. See me cutting in? I had to dance with statues you see, because they played almost no salsa music back at the resort. I did dance one night with a staff guy though. He spun me like I've never been spun before.

And I hung out under a weird statue. This was the day a couple of us went into Puerto Vallarta for church. Our taxi got stopped for speeding on that trip. And we experienced the Mexican bus system on the way home. There was a man with a little radio singing at the top of his lungs in Spanish when we got on. It was so cool.

The main event was of course the wedding. It was pretty much the most beautiful beach wedding ever.

Almost brought tears to my eyes. R was so beautiful.

This was our group. On the beach. In Mexico. On December 4. Too cool.

I'll leave you with a couple more. I wish I had all the ones of the scuba diving and beach laying and fancy dininng-ing. How sad that I don't have the pictures of the humpback whales a mere ten feet from our boat. Or the dolphins racing beside us in the water. But I do not. So here is one of my feet instead.

I got a pedicure the day of the wedding as the ladies all lounged at the spa. I also got a massage on the beach at sunset the last night. But no pictures of that.

And here is me and my friends on the last night. I'm in the skirt and second from the left.

I love Mexico.

Sad to be back.

I loved Mexico. Will one of you please get married there again soon and invite me so I can go back? Please?

back in the saddle again

I did a survey today at the building that just about broke me. When I first started working for my job, I went out and did a survey on a building. I was way undertrained and made lots of mistakes. I was ready to quit and I think they were ready to fire me. It sucked.

Two and a half years later, I had to get back on the proverbial horse and re-survey the building. I've been dreading going back into that building for the past 4 months. But it's done. And it went okay. And I don't think I did that bad a job the first time for the experience I had - it was a very difficult survey. I have never popped so many ceiling tiles in a day in my life. My arms were having trouble replacing them by the end. I sort of wish I could have had a camera taping me because it likely would have been hilarious.

Anyway, tomorrow I get to go up in my first scissor lift. They dropped it off tody, does it ever look funny sitting in a fancy business building.

water meter fun

The city phoned and wanted to know when they could come over and switch out our water meter. The water meter is in the basement. My sister has a kitty named Walter. My sister lives in my basement.

Setting complete.

A few days ago I took an early lunch to come home and meet a water meter guy at my house as had been prearranged. I introduced myself and opened the house. He, armed with his water meter stuff, followed me down to my sister's suite. As I opened the door I, in a singsong voice, started calling "Waaalter. Here Walter." I was going to leave water meter guy to do his thing while I ate lunch so, thinking maybe I should find out his name before leaving him alone in my basement, I turned and asked his name. He kind of smirked and said, "Actually, it's Walter." I thought he was joking. "Usually people call me Wally," he added.

Can you imagine what this poor man must have thought when I opened the door and started singing, "Waalter. Waalter. Come here Walter." Right.

But at least now I have a thingy set up so they can read the meter from outside which = no more water meter Walters in my house. Just kitty.

I have a hobby

I always hate the sections of applications and surveys and conversations where it says

hobbies:

I never have anything to write. I've never really had a hobby per se. There are lots of things that I like to do, but they have always fallen under a different category like extracurricular activities, clubs or volunteer work. But finally, I have a hobby. There is no other heading which it could really fall under.

My new hobby is wall climbing. I've been going at least once a week for the last 6 weeks. I'm five climbs away from my self set goal that will allow me to purchase my own shoes. Another fifteen and I'll buy a harness. It might be awile before I get into ropes and stuff. But I'm so excited to have a hobby. The only problem now is keeping my different friends interested enough so that they keep going with me.

Today I did 2 new walls that I haven't attempted thus far. It felt great. I love having a hobby.

muy caliente you bed of sun, you

Ah Mexico, so soon I can almost feel a sunburn on my nose. Oh wait, maybe that's from the tanning bed (I'm trying to get a base tan so as to avoid the lobster look in the wedding photos. The lobster look is so last year). Anyway, I decided to get a Hepatitis A/B shot before I left. Which meant I needed a doctor's appointment. Which meant I needed a doctor. I've never really had a family doctor. When I was young we used whichever doctor lived in my small town but it changed throughout my life. So this week I found myself a doctor accepting patients. I made the appointment and met her today. She's about a year older than me. A medical doctor. My new medical doctor. My age. Crazy. Anyway, now I'm told I may feel flu-ish for a couple days so I figured I'd post before that hit so I don't wine about it.

Hah, whom I kidding. I'll totally wine about it.

First thoughts of Christmas!

Christmas list in the works:
My roomate is leaving me probably. I sad. So now I need a few things. So I decided to add them to my already started Christmas list.

- Cordless phone with caller display
- Lazer thingy that my dad and grandpa have to help me park my car as far back as possible without getting it squished by the garage door
- Digital camera
- Adapter thingy for my iPod so I can plug it into the special spot in my car that is made for such things. I love my new car.
- Charger thing for my iPod so I don't have to take my laptop on long trips
- Knee length terry cloth robe
- Lots of socks
- Yoga mat
- Stainless steel garbage can with a foot press opener
- Lint remover
- Wavy flatware set from Peir 1
- And I can't forget a hippopotomus

Goodnight