03/25/2015  Aah, just yanked my bra out of my tank top before I started this post, what a fabulous feeling!! Not sure why I waited so long to be rid of it. My house is sometimes decorated with bras. One hung on the back of the kitchen chair, one on a bar stool,  one on the bedroom door knob. You just never know!! Set those boobs free!

I went to Cattleya on Wednesday to help Cynthia do an art project. There were only a few kids there that day. Niki’s mom and sister Emily were there, Cynthia had a helper for Angel and I worked with Loren, which is a pretty sweet gig because he does his own thing. The kids made Easter baskets out of brown paper bags that Cynthia had cut out into bunny shape.

It was fun helping there, I really enjoy it. I’m going to try to go to a Zumba class with them today, not sure I’ll make it with so much to do, but it’s on my list of things to do with the kids! Here is their video from last week: Cattleya Zumba   (click on Cattleya Zumba)

We have been sick. I mean down sick, in bed sick, cough until your head feels like it will explode, vise like grips on my forehead sick. Bill had aches and pains, had to rest after climbing steps, he was coughing but not as bad as I was. We felt feverish, totally worn out. This all hit at the start of our last five days before company comes while we were trying to put the downstairs together again. Friday it snuck up on us and by Friday night we were down. Saturday I barely moved except when I coughed. I ate nothing, drank gallons of water and slept. Bill was totally fried. Nothing got done on Saturday. Sunday I forced myself to start cleaning, did lots of laundry, made beds with fresh sheets, washed dishes and prodded Bill to get his stuff put away. I kept laying down in between tasks.

Monday I had to take my car in early to get my new tires then I had two girls coming to clean!! They only worked about three hours and Bill took them home with their pay and a big bag of clothes I didn’t want. I was not happy with the job they were doing and just wanted them to go. I re-scrubbed the floors Tuesday morning with my steam cleaner and re-did some of the things they did sloppily. My girl is usually real thorough, maybe it was because she had someone with her. Whatever! I paid the two of them for three hours $15.00 less than what I paid my gal back in Washington for ONE hour. She wasn’t all that great either. Obviously my Type A personality is a hindrance.

After I was done (re) cleaning on Tuesday I took a shower and went to a doctor for an acupuncture treatment. My neck was not getting better after five physiotherapy treatments, I needed magic. And I found it!! Dr. Fabian Vallejo can stick needles in me anytime. I had no idea what to expect, he did not tell me anything except to lay on my stomach. He swabbed points on my skin with something, jabbed me and hammered the needle in. Hammer is an exaggeration, I barely felt it, such a light feeling. If I didn’t space out and count wrong I believe there were 15 in me; in my heels, ankles, outside of my fist, elbows, neck and shoulders. His next words were, RELAX. And he left the room. Then something really funny happened. A lady came in and started telling him she needed antidepressants. They were talking back and forth, I could barely hear them sometimes and other times I thought they were in my room. He told her she didn’t need them. She responded, “when I ride my scooter and hit pot holes it makes me angry, I am depressed, I need antidepressants.” He told her to drink more water. She said “I don’t want to drink water and you said I can’t have ice cream.” He told her again, no antidepressants. Damn, I hope I wasn’t imagining that because it was so bizarre!

Soon he came back in and took the needles out of my skin. He said he was giving me an injection for the tendonitis and inflammation. I said, can you cure my cough? He asked me about it, what I was taking, how long I was sick. He injected me in my lower back and several places around my neck. He said, OK. I asked if we were done and he said yes. I got up to walk out and immediately noticed a difference in my neck. Immediate! He had a handful of medicines in packages. He said take one of each every eight hours and I’ll see you next week. Duh, OK! I’m actually going to talk to him about my knee, I bet he can help with that too!

I went to the grocery store to stock up and they had no black tea, no cilantro, no decent red peppers, no avocados, no LaChoy Rice noodles and get this, NO SWISS CHEESE, maybe Friday. This was Tuesday. I made pasta salad (using packaged cheese not deli) and hard boiled some eggs, need avocado and cilantro to devil them. So, that’s been my last few fun filled days! My neighbors just told me there are no chicken breasts to be found either. Life in a third world country.

Two weeks have passed since I snatched and grabbed Frito from the school in barrio Los Fuertes. She has been to the mainland, had her leg removed and back. The incision looks great, she has been scratching it a lot lately, healing always itches. We keep catching her down in the grass with wild child Lola. Frito is on her belly, one front leg pulling her across the yard, reveling in the grass on her tummy. Doesn’t do shit for the bandage though. That’s been the only pain part of dealing with this, the bandage. Compared to what she has had to deal with, it’s not worth complaining about. She never fusses or growls when we clean her incision, just lays there and allows us to do whatever. She can go up and down the steps but sometimes she wants carried. She has never had an accident in the house, in my car, on her crate or on the porch. She makes Lola look like a real piece of crap. Yes, Lola still pees. I’m contemplating having her sewn shut, depriving her of water didn’t work.

I fully intended this to be a quick post but forgot I am long winded. I’ve been asleep really early the past four nights, last night I had full blown INSOMNIA!! I wonder why I am so wound up? Must be excitement!!

Today Frito got her stitches out, and got her vaccines, she is good for a year. Doc had a big smile on his face when he saw her. We were worried that she may be pregnant but he said she’s just GORDO, FAT!! Going to have to monitor that because of her missing a leg, weight can be detrimental,  just like it is to humans.

My rum cake just came out of the oven, waiting to glaze it. Going to run a few errands soon before Oso comes for his play date. This will be my last post until after the second of April, friends arrive tomorrow for a week and we are going to be busy girls. Plan to go on a boat trip snorkeling in the Pigeon Cays, a Pirate Party at a friends, a day at West Bay beach before the Semana Santa crowd arrives, probably a day at Little French Key and then we’ll stay down east, away from the freaking crazy insanity of this next coming week. Easter week is the busiest week on the island! UGH!

I haven’t seen Cis and Cheryl for 25 years and am so touched that they are actually coming to see ME! I can’t wait!

You can listen to the world’s most appropriate song for my life today here.

I have had several “off” days this past week, actually more off than on. My arm and neck are killing me, I’m trying to get ready for company, Lola is peeing all over the porch and I’m stressed about Frito. In my book, that’s enough to be stressed about and it’s causing me all kinds of neck, shoulder, arm and brain grief.

We were fortunate that the vet in Ceiba let us know Frito made it there OK and he was taking her to the clinic.

On Wednesday after we put Frito on the Galaxy Wave ferry I went to Umbul Umbul to see what new things Dian got in. I didn’t even make it past the entrance before I picked up a wooden carrier for downstairs and many other things in the hour I was there. Damn, I LOVE that store.

After I left there I went to Serrano’s in search of a tension curtain rod for the bodega (i.e. Bills area.) Think concrete walls and that will explain the tension rod, I can hang it myself., no hammer drills needed. Then I had a Physiotherapy appointment. After he worked on me I was in more pain than when I got there. He taped me and sent me home.

Thursday Bill worked at our house with a few guys from Canada making 6 huge whiteboards for the school in Camp Bay.

Hopefully the teacher won’t glue stuff to these like she did the walls.

Brian’s wife Addy and her friend Nancy were doing the shoe drive. I should have been too but I lost my motivation when Frito happened. In one week 5306 pair of shoes were delivered and fitted. I worked hard the 2 days I did it and they were well covered with enough volunteers from the mainland the rest of the week. Although I still feel like a slacker. I try to remind myself, I can’t do it all.

The 6 of us had planned to go out to eat that night. I was going to pick up Addy and Nancy in French Harbor. Turns out I had to go to Coxen Hole to get them. We finally met up at a school by the cruise ship dock, I picked them up and turned around and headed back here. The ladies washed up and we took 2 cars to Cal’s. The dinner was fabulous as always, never been disappointed in the food or the atmosphere there. They were getting a taxi back to West End because it is a 45 minute drive ONE WAY for us.

Friday and Saturday we had Alexi here working with us again. He did the window tracks, cleaned the screens, fans, door mats and a variety of other things. I got a lot done upstairs and the downstairs is coming together quite nicely. Bill needs to spend a half day organizing the inside bodega so he can get the rest of the tools out of the house and I can get my cleaning gal to come in and work her magic.

Saturday morning found Nancy and I back at Umbul Umbul. If only my car didn’t drive there like it was on auto-pilot I wouldn’t shop so much.

We shopped for another hour and I found some more awesome stuff for downstairs and a cool caftan for me. On the way home we stopped back at our house, I threw on my swim suit, dropped Nancy and her funky coffee table sized fish off at her house and I went out to Llyn’s in Punta Blanca.

Llyn and I had a glass of wine and sat by the pool, on the porch and in the pool and chatted for a few hours. I got to see how Wendy and Andrew’s home is coming along and oh my gawd, it’s going to be fabulous!

By the time I got home I was ready for a nap. Sun and wine do that to me. If I remember correctly we had chips and home made salsa for dinner. Sunday we broke down and went to the grocery store. It was a gorgeous day with a nice breeze. Once I got the groceries put away I went out and laid on the lounge chair in the sun. All 3 dogs were with me, either under the chair or standing on it biting my pony tail. One guess who that was. We got stuff to make dinner but it was too late and the chicken was still frozen so we had crack and cheese out of a box. No Olivia, not the powdered cheese, the squeeze cheese, imposter crack and cheese.

On Monday Frito came home, she was on the 6 PM ferry. I was a little beside myself waiting to go pick her up, so much so that I didn’t get dressed until 4:21 PM. If you asked me what I did that day I couldn’t tell you besides wash and dry all the dishes and clean out the bottom of the pantry. Other than that, a big fat NADA!

We left way too early to pick her up. The ferry terminal was empty but by the time I saw the boat making it’s way to the dock the place was swarming. I started crying when I saw the boat, all I could think about was what poor Frito has been through in the last few weeks.

It was a tough life for sure and she is a fighter. They started unloading suitcases and cargo immediately so we went out to the cargo dock. Bill stood in what was supposed to be a line but was more like a quagmire of people pushing their way to the front. I stood at the entrance where they brought out the cargo and waited. And waited. They brought out 2 dogs in wire kennels but no Frito. I was starting to get panicky when Bill said he saw her crate. They pushed her out on a cart and I could see her little ears sticking up and that only made me cry more. Finally they brought her over, I signed the papers and we were on our way. I just wanted to hold her and kiss the poor pup. We came right home and brought her upstairs. I gave her yogurt while I was heating up some chicken and rice for her. During that short time she got up and ate the cat food. Emmy was pissed, she doesn’t share well.

Frito slept in her comfy pillow lined crate in our bedroom. She didn’t make a sound all night. I gave her the antibiotics wrapped in pepperoni and she never knew there was a pill inside. I brought Lola in but Frito growled at her and Lola split. She’s not much for doing anything unless Highway is with her. Bill carried Frito outside to go potty and she did soon as she got on the grass. She is so much more trained than Lola..

Tuesday I had Bill put her crate on the covered carport. It was a gorgeous day with a nice strong breeze and I thought it would be good for her to be outside and smell all the smells around her. I sat outside with her most of the day, we walked around often. While she was resting I kept rubbing her belly and loving on her. When she sees us or hears our voice her tail goes crazy. She ate 4 good meals yesterday and started getting up on her own and walking around. Last night when Bill got home we changed her bandage. I am amazed at how good her incision looks.

It’s nice and clean, no redness or swelling, Doc did a great job on her. I’ve been messaging the vets who I volunteered with here at the vet clinic with any questions I have about Frito and they have been fabulous responding.

The group that I volunteered with is called Helping Paws Across Borders.  They are a legitimate 501C. They treated 597 animals while they were here. That is 597 animals that would not have had health care had the vets not been in town. They also brought toys, coloring books, crayons and shoes for many kids. If you are interested in helping fund their next trip here in July, you can do it easily and securely here. I look forward to working with this group again. Remember, what they do is all voluntary. They pay their own way here and work for free in less than perfect conditions and they do it with a huge smile on their face because they LOVE what they do.

Once again the link to their site is: http://www.gofundme.com/oc6w8w

I am volunteering at Cattleya again today for an Easter art project and then working as a greeter at the airport on Saturday. With the time change flights arrive earlier so we have to be there by 10, work until after 4 PM. There is a huge music festival on Saturday that once again we won’t be going to. After standing for 6 hours straight my feet will be soaking in Epsom Salts again shortly after I get home. Plus there is Frito to look after.

I’ll leave you with this fabulous photo taken by my friends daughter, Emily Power. Emily, her husband and 4 gorgeous kids live in California and their neighbor has peacocks. One of them, Joe, regularly walks in their house (door is always open) and wanders around. I don’t know if this photo is of Joe’s glorious plumage or another peacock but it is quite spectacular!! Thanks Emily!

02/27/2015 February is one of the weirdest months. How can someone be born in February but only have a birthday every 4 years? Such is Bill’s life, he is a Leap Year baby and yes, I’m married to someone who is almost 15. Happy Birthday tomorrow and Sunday Bill, or do we wait until 11:59:59 Saturday night and celebrate until 12:01:00? Don’t expect cakes and gifts.

Yesterday morning I noticed Emmy sitting in an unusual spot and staring at the wall. I followed her line of sight to this:

I believe she is a lizard slayer but doesn’t like the taste, unless she eats them and I don’t know it. And EWWW, I hope not because that’s just too gross. She sleeps with me.

Last Saturday we Bill helped out at Camp Bay school. I went along but didn’t really do anything physical because of my arm. The school house is 2 rooms, Kindergarten on one side and 1-6 on the other. Only one of the 2 rooms had working lights and the rooms were painted dark colors and had dark painted wooden window louvers. There are 3 people from Canada, Brian and Addie and Nancy (I think) who had a fund raiser for $$ for the schools down here. There are several they are hoping to fix up. They were there working hard as well as Ben Welcome and his crew. Bill helped Brian do the re-wire.

I walked down by the church that was below the school. What an idyllic setting for a church. I met the woman whose Father donated his land for the school and the church, she was a super sweet, very pretty lady. I enjoyed talking to her.

When we left for the day both rooms had electricity. After leaving there we stopped at Jimmy’s (La Sirena) for a beer and onion rings. OhMyGAWD, they are so flipping good!

Sunday we hung around here and worked, still so much to do all the time. I guess it doesn’t matter where you live, if you own a house there is always work to be done.

Monday was a run errands kind of day. I decided I needed to get stuff done and not go to the beach. Anyhow, I would have gotten weird tan lines with my bandage on.

Tuesday I had an appointment at the physiotherapists again. It was to be at 10 but I didn’t get seen until 11. ARGGHHH! I hate to wait. By the time I got out of there it was after noon and I had to get my butt to Oak Ridge to help out at the Vet clinic. It was pouring all morning and the Vet area was a mud hole. Helping Paws Across Borders is here for 2 weeks and doing free spay and neuter operations for people who can’t afford to pay for the surgery. They were also doing vaccinations, worming, flea and tick and general animal care. One poor dog came in with what was thought to be a tumor; turns out it was a litter of dead puppies and pus. Luckily the dog lived. There was a boy named Diego that kept bringing in dogs. We aren’t really sure where the dogs were coming from but he must have brought us at least 10.

I was exhausted when I got home and soaking wet from sweating bullets all day long. And YAY! I was going to do it again on Wednesday. I ran to the store Wednesday morning and got stuff to make Avocado Deviled eggs for the Vets and the people working there. They are yummy, even for a person who doesn’t like Avocado (like me). Recipe is:

Deviled Avocado Eggs – Mash 1 large avocado with 3 egg yolks. Add 1 tsp. chopped cilantro, 3 tsp lime juice, 1 tbsp chopped red onion, and a pinch of salt and pepper. Top with a sprinkle of chili or paprika.

Wednesday was INSANE at the clinic. Those poor vets were inundated with animals. By the time I got there at noon there were over 50 animals, by the end of the day we were on our way to 200. IN 1 DAY!!!

I got home and showered the sweat off of me for another day. It’s so awesome that these vets volunteer here and Belize and Mexico to help the pets, if you ever visit the island you will see the need.  Read about them here. Jennifer Cherry, the founder was one of the vets at the clinic.

I didn’t make it Thursday to help but they were covered anyhow. I guess it was crazy then also because RECO, (Roatan power company) had issues and power was out on the island, one of the vets left and never returned. Life on an island is always exciting.

Thursday morning I had another physiotherapist appointment and an appointment to get my hair taken care of. I honest to God followed a car from French Harbor to Coxen Hole, a tourist van none the less, and the driver drove with their left foot on the brake and the right on the gas, the WHOLE FLIPPING WAY AT 20 MPH. There was too much traffic to pass and the guy directly behind the slow moving vehicle was tailgating to the extent that I would have had to pass 2 vehicles in one fell swoop. I was so pissed but there was nothing I could do except turn up the music and enjoy the ride. Did I tell you my new car has a working CD and radio. What a novel idea! The doc wants to see me maybe 2 more times. He has helped me immensely but after being muscle and tendon constricted for 8+ months, I can’t expect miracles.  After that I treated myself to a visit with Nadia @ GLAM, my hair gal. I love Nadia, she is so much fun and I love the way she does my hair. Heck, she went and got me candy samples from the place next to her that makes delicious chocolate AND she gave me some Moroccan Oil for my hair. Sure, she is 30 minutes away but that’s OK, she’s worth it.

I stopped to get more paint at the Stihl chainsaw place (don’t ask) but the paint lady was gone and she had the samples with her. Of course she did. I said I would be back in the morning.

I was getting around this morning to go to get paint and to the “Farmacia.” I honestly felt like I was melting and went to look at the weather station @ 9 A.M. The outside temp was 79, inside was 82 and the HUMIDITY WAS 95%. No wonder the sweat running down my back felt like the Nile! I ordered the paint from the store. I didn’t have all afternoon to wait to order AND get the bill so I told them I would be back to get the paint and to please have the bill ready for me. This is the concept of this store. They get in a shipment, check it in and put it away. Then when the customer ACTUALLY WANTS TO PURCHASE something they have to scan through pages and pages of items looking for the number to find out the price. It takes them 30 minutes. I die a little every time. I am so OCD I want to number and code everything in the whole damn store. If these people weren’t so nice, I would go elsewhere. When I went to pay for it I used my new DAVIVIENDA debit card. How awesome that is. I also used the ATM too. No more standing in lines at Lafise to withdraw money. Banking in the new realm is fascinating stuff for me.

This afternoon I went to help out with an art project at Cattleya School. I went there once before when I rode with Jurgen to pick up the students. I feel like a slug because I have not gone back but I will talk to Connie and see what I can help with. The students here are learning disabled and/or handicapped physically. Cynthia was teaching animals parts to the students and Janice and I were helping the kids make the animals out of clay. There were only 4 students today, Loren is pretty self sufficient, he is a very talented artist and is very precise with everything he does. Paola is a doll, I love her. She is pretty good also, she knows what is expected of her and she likes to write and draw. The other 2 boys are young, one is Angel and the other is Denzy. Denzy was a handful to say the least. He didn’t want to sit in his seat, he hid the clay, grabbed everyone’s clay, crawled on the floor and tried to squish the clay animals.  And YAY, I was in charge of him. He and I made a cow and a rabbit, well, that’s what they were supposed to be.

It’s been a long busy week for me and it’s not over yet. Tomorrow is the airport gig from 11:30 to 4’ish, Rambo is painting downstairs some more tomorrow, have to get that done before Cheryl and Cis get here. I also found out that my friend Karen (KP) who was a waitress when I tended bar at the Old Corner Hotel is coming to visit from Australia the end of April, I haven’t seen her or Cis and Cheryl since the early 1990’s. And if all of that isn’t fabulous enough, Chance is coming the first of August for 10 days. SO much to look forward to this summer.

I plan to help out at the vet clinic again next week and who knows what else I’ll get into. Stay tuned for more photos from our wonderful life on this rock. Have a great weekend everyone! To my stateside friends and family, stay warm!!

Finally. I got to go to Camp Bay beach for the ex-pats, Monday’s Don’t Suck fun day. I spent too many years of my life dreading the inevitable; MONDAY morning, back to work. I didn’t hate my job, not in the least and I adored the people I’ve met in all my jobs, they are my bestest friends ever. It was still WORK. I had to get dressed, wear a bra and decent shoes. I had to comb my hair and put on mascara. The preparation for work was as bad if not worse than the actual work.

I don’t do that anymore. My mornings are mine. I do what I damn well please and it is so nice. I get up and feed Emmy, then myself. I read the news (what I want to read) peruse FB, check my email. I make a cup of tea, visit with the doggies then clean up the kitchen for the day.Sometimes I don’t get dressed at all, just keep my sleeping clothes on all day, unless someone comes here, then I have to get dressed. Usually someone is here, never fails. That’s ok, really it is.

Monday Bob and Rosalie swung by and allowed me to follow them on my inaugural drive alone in the new car out to Camp Bay. The car has not been driven very much and it is a 30 min. dusty rutted drive out there. The car and I survived with no complications. No biggie. I’m good to go there alone or with friends from now on.

The ex-pats party on a nice beach on the far east end of the island that is deserted on Mondays. There is NOTHING there. It’s shortly before one of my favorite restaurants, La Sirena. Everyone brings a dish to share and a sandwich or something to grill for themselves. They play games, swim, float, sun bathe, nap and just do what ever it is they want. There may be some alcohol involved. These folks are absolute concrete proof that MONDAYS DON’T SUCK. They even have a flag stating that so doubters, take a hike. It is what it is. You work your ass off  all your life for a reason and this is it. I feel sorry for the people who don’t take the leap. Quit your job and enjoy your life. You don’t get a do-over. I am so glad I did, I could never go back.

We arrived at the beach around noon and soon after that we were water bound. I think we were bobbing, floating and riding the waves for a good 45 minutes. There were some awesome long floaty waves, perfect for the raft to just glide over. It was pretty flipping fabulous. The water and the company were perfect! I’m not sure what time we ate but there was a lot of food. After being in the water, drinking vodka, sitting in the sun and eating, I was ready for a nap. I laid down on my chair, having switched to water as my beverage and I had to keep forcing myself to stay awake. I soon decided I better get moving and drive my burned out ass home. It was 3:45, I had a 30 minute drive and then had a party to go to at 5 PM. Needless to say, we were running late. I think we made it to Parrot Tree around 5:30. There were so many people at the party and we saw so few of them. We didn’t stay too long, I was bone tired. Our short drive home from Parrot Tree in the dark seemed like it took weeks. My headlights suck. The one low doesn’t work and they are aimed all wrong. Just horrible. I’m so happy we were close to home when we discovered this! I talked to Pascual and he already thought they may be an issue and is replacing them next week. Other than that the car is perfecto. I’m madly in love!

Bill has been working on the night stands for the past few weeks, they are almost  done.

Rambo painted again yesterday using SUR paint, which we are not happy with either. We still haven’t found paint we like as well as the Royal from Ace who has NO PAINT. I’m telling all of you, be very grateful that when you go to get good paint you can actually GET it. Here, not so much. It’s a chore.  We’re going to grab a gallon @ Pinturas Victor on Saturday before we pick Chuck and Nancy up at the airport. Maybe that will cover better.

Lola is still a urine machine. I’m ready to take her back to the shop where I got her. I know she can go all day long with no accidents on the porch because she has done it many times. The whole day I’m thinking she has been peeing where they are supposed to pee. However, she proves me wrong time and again. SHE SAVES HER URINE. And then she pees all over the porch in 7 different places in a short period of time. Spiteful little bitch. It’s a good thing she’s cute.

Yesterday Bill called me downstairs because the Army or Cleaner ants were here. They are big black ants that come in the thousands and go through your home cleaning it of all the bugs. Well, there weren’t thousands, maybe a few hundred and they never came inside. They checked out the foundation, climbed up a concrete pillar then went out back, crawled around the fence and up onto the rubber tree. I wonder if they have a leader and if so does the leader make the decision on whether to go inside or not?

Yesterday afternoon my friend Nidia (Because We Care) messaged me to see if I wanted to ride along to a school very near our house to deliver some chairs. I said yes so she and Abraham swung by to pick me up. The school was literally in the valley below our house. When I say school, I mean, lean to. It was a dirt floored area with a tin roof and no walls. It is a kindergarten class, one of the many overlooked by the government. The teacher volunteers, she is not paid. They have no books, no blackboard, no tablets, pencils, crayons or scissors. They have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. NOTHING! They were thrilled to receive chairs that have a desk top attached. Thank you to Linda Edwards who so wonderfully volunteered to buy them for the school! What a fabulous thing she did for these sweet kids. They each helped carry the chairs over to their “classroom.”

Today I went to pay our property taxes in Oak Ridge at the municipal building. Once they found our parcel # they realized they didn’t have the dimensions of our house. WTH? They figured the square footage over a year ago (after we realized our architect had never purchased the building permit and we had to get one) but somehow lost that info. They said the taxes were $446.00. I said, WHAT?? He said that they didn’t have the sq. ft of the house so they were charging me that. I asked how they could charge me if they didn’t know how big my house was. He said to do it right they would need to come measure again. Well, alrighty then, let’s go measure, but I still wanted to know where the info was from when Aaron measured 14 months ago. They got Aaron and between 3 of them couldn’t find any info on the size of our house, so off they were to re-measure the house again. They should have the amount due next week. REALLY?? So, I couldn’t pay my taxes.

Jeanie and Roger invited us out to their house for dinner tonight but we have such shitful headlights on my car that we can’t drive that far at night until they are fixed. So, Roger and Jeanie are bringing everything here and cooking dinner. Should be a fun evening.

Tomorrow we are getting paint and picking our friends up at the airport, hopefully they make it in this week. On the way home we’ll swing by Barefoot Key so Nancy can get some snorkel gear. Sunday is the Radical Catamaran that we are all going on again, really looking forward to it.

I’ll end this post with some photos of the Urine Queen and the boys.

I’m off to make a salad for dinner. Hasta la vista!