Poop Is Just Poop Spelled Backwards

Good Friday was a good day for lots of things. Jesus, my savior, died for me and I always have a new hope for life this time of year. That evening was also very productive for a little pooper.

I took a precious baby boy to church and as I sat down realized that there was a slight funk in the air. I suspected poop. Thankfully, I had arrived at church early so I promptly headed to the bathroom. There was a nice present waiting for me and as I placed the new diaper under him and threw the other diaper away, he decided to gift me with another present. This happened another couple of times, each time I had to throw away an almost perfectly good diaper. An eager parishioner knocked on the door one time and I had to assure the person that someone was actually in the restroom.

Finally, he seemed to be done. I headed back out to our pew and after a few minutes was struck with Pepe Le Pew. Back to the bathroom I went, grateful that there had been an overabudance of diapers packed in my bag. After eliminating his last present, I headed back into church in the midst of the readings, with soaring blood pressure and just one diaper left in my emergency supply. Phew, that was close.

1, 2, 3, 4, I Declare a Thumb War

Unless I've just watched a psychotic movie or tv show, I love going to sleep and dreaming. My dreams tend to be very visual, like a little movie and it's always fun to see what happens to me in them. For example, here are a couple of more recent, memorable ones.

Thumb War Tournament

I found myself in the middle of a huge thumb war competition with no idea how I got there. As I looked around, I realized how big the odds were stacked against me. I don't have large hands or double jointed limbs. How could I possibly win against such dexterous competition? I was about to drop out when he walked in the room.

Dressed in a crisp, white Colonel Sanders KFC suit, Tom Hanks stepped into the center of the action. I was struck with this strange desire to meet him. Then I realized that people were eliminated as the line dwindled down and if I waited at the end I would be in the thumb war finals. It's amazing how I crafted the dream to actually give myself a chance to win and, of course, meet Tom Hanks.

Injecting Real Life Into the Scenario

I've been working on a work project for months. In order to move forward with the story, I need to interview several firefighters. Unfortunately, I haven't received the green light or the names of the interviewees from the local fire department, even though their CIO was the one who suggested the story idea in the first place. My supervisor recently asked me about the project, wondering in a nice way why it wasn't getting anywhere.

A couple of nights ago, I found myself in a fire truck talking to a firefighter. I wanted to practice our lines for an upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. He was hesitant. Of course, the play couldn't go on without Romeo. And there you have it, my dream was confirming what my mind knew. The firefighter, hence fire department, can't get their act together. And I can't finish the play or, in reality, my show, without their cooperation.

The Glamorous Side

This is me, the one on the right. Big arms and all. Of course, those are just muscles.

As you can see, my table mates and I had a wonderful time at the American Heart Association's Heart Ball on Saturday, February 2. I even danced!

Fun with big Dick and Jane

A couple of years ago, I bought a compilation of Dick and Jane stories so I could read them to Maggie Rose. Obviously, it's not a very diverse book but still cute. Yesterday, I was reading the book to a precious baby boy and while flipping through, stumbled upon the following.

Look, Father.
Dick is big.
Sally is little.
Big, big Dick.

I hope that leaves you without any doubt of Dick's, er, health.

Weird habit

I have this really weird habit of taking pictures of beautiful hotel rooms and bathrooms when I take trips. The ultimate goal is to replicate these beautiful views when I can afford to build my "dream" home someday. If not founded in concrete, I can at least let the dream simmer in my imagination. The pictures don't do the bathroom justice. The stone was beautiful.

What a view!

I wanted to share more pictures of Mexico. Also, I keep forgetting to bring my pictures with me when I go home, so I thought this might be a way of escaping some heat if I forget again.

The top picture is a view looking out from a bar at the hotel. The hotel didn't disappoint, looking just like it did on-line.


You can practice your Spanish with this picture. This must have been a high-end preschool. My friend Alice and I peered inside while walking by one day and the children were wearing uniforms. I wonder what a nice preschool costs in Mexcio.



This scene reminded me of what Mexico is "supposed" to look like.



The party boat. You may be able to see me partially behind a pole on the right side. I mustered enough strength to pose for the picture before latching back on to the side of the boat.


And this is me, the ultimate party animal. I look like I'm at Chevy's but we're at a nice, yes, I said nice restaurant called "The Trailer Park." It's so popular, the restaurant is a chain. There are two in Los Cabos. They are even more popular in the United States. :)

My Mexican Excursion

In early January, I spent a few days in Mexico with the local chamber group. I was happy to tag along with my friend, Alice, who had earned her trip and mine. The weather was beautiful. Daytime temps reached into the 80's. The nights were a little cooler and required a light jacket for outings.

I hadn't been on a plane since a trip to Key West on my honeymoon. It was so surreal taking off my winter coat and putting on a swim suit in January!

One of the things I loved about this trip were the signs I spotted along the way including this one at a local bar called The Giggling Martin, "IT WILL BE A BUSINESS DOING PLEASURE WITH YOU."

Check out this one. Doesn't it crack you up?

"We are taking care of ME for you." Of course, ME was the abbreviation of the hotel, but it's still pretty funny. I look quite natural at a resort, don't I?

The resort was beautiful although slightly geared towards the younger, partying crowd. One of the valuable lessons I learned during this trip is that I apparently do not have sea legs and I can never become rich because doing so would imply the necessity of buying a yacht. Well, I would only see the side of the yacht. That's how I spent the majority of a group outing to see the whales. Although some on the trip thought they spotted a spout in the distance, I was too busy spotting the ocean below me. I became sick twice. On the upside, I did my part to save the whales by, er, feeding them.

In the end, I spent way too much on souveniers and returned almost as pale as when I arrived. My knees were a little tan but that was about it.

One of my most exciting adventures...I did manage to wrestle my hand away from this wooden alligator. Phew! That was a close one.

I finally have a stamp in my passport! Adios!