Geckos Poo!

Yeah!

They do! Can you imagine? I mean you'd think that I would have known that. But if you never see the gecko poo, then they must not poo right?

WRONG.

They poo. And they poo all over the porch right in front of my door.

So my options are:

a) Keep the porch light off and have less poo but more bugs around.

Or

b) Keep the porch light on and have more poo but no bugs.

So if you have geckos around the house and say, "Hi gecko, how are you, keep the bugs out. Gracias!", just like I like to do, remember that they really are out.

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Out of the gecko's bum and all over the place......lurking.

Dead bugs squished in poo.

Out.

In your house.

On your things.

Yum yum.

Gecko poo.

Making Friends Online

The internet can be such a great thing and you can talk with and get to know people from all over the world without getting off your behind. In fact you can do it naked if you wanted and no one would even know (minus webcams of course). I mean I don't internet surf NEKKID, but I'm just saying. Meeting people online can be soooo easy.

A lot of people go to online dating sites to find their one true love. But thats not the only way to get to know people. Sharing a common interest and seeking others out online just like yourself is just a click and a post away.

After my first vacation to Cancun I couldn't get it off my brain. I thought about it non-stop and couldn't wait to vacation here over and over and over again. I tried to surround myself with as much Cancun as possible. So I turned on my computer and searched.

"CANCUN"

I found many websites with many pictures that I drooled over and then became addicted to forums about Cancun.

I answered questions about Cancun, I read about Cancun, I posted trip reports and pictures and read trip reports and looked at pictures. Cancun, Cancun, Cancun.

I met some haters along the way. That's for sure. But I also met some really great people that I still remain friends with.

Every Monday night back in the day Brant Boston of Entertainment Plus use to host a Tequila night for forum members to finally meet each other and hang out.

I met lots of people and had lots of fun and like I said, some of those same people are still in my life.

Last night I was lucky enough to have dinner again with Janie & Norb. We met several years ago, have kept in contact, and whenever they are in town we try to visit with each other. Janie and Norb have been coming to Cancun since 1985. My love for Cancun could never beat theirs and there's something that keeps them coming back, over and over and over again.

Also in attendance was my good friend Laura whom I met online and had an instant connection with via the online forums. Becky AKA Lurker Girl was there (she reads all your posts and knows EVERYTHING about you but she is just a lurker so you know NOTHING about her ). And the well known T.J., who also vacationed here over and over again and now lives in both Cancun and Florida at the same time. A few weeks here, and a few weeks there. HOW NICE! The best of both worlds!

We went to dinner at Iki Resto Bar which is located in Parque las Palapas and enjoyed reminscing of the past and sharing in each others company.

While there are bad people out there on the internet (just like there are in real life), there are oh so many good ones too! I for one thank my lucky stars that I have the friends I have because of the awesome technology of the internet.

Nice seeing you guys again. Hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation and have a safe trip home!

Happy Turkey Day

Late for my fellow Canadians but pretty much right on time for my fellow Americans.

I was lucky enough to stuff myself to the brim because I have good friends! My amiga Deana was gracious to host the feast at her house and fellow friends (you know who you are) either brought over several dishes or contributed in preparation and clean up! Yum yum. Now I'm going to explode.

SPEAKING of turkey. Here's a little of my little turkey doing couch acrobatics with his partner, "Blue". Enjoy! (Oh and don't pay attention to the messy couches. Hard to keep them in order all the time with 3 tazmanian devils running around on 'em."

Yin & Yang

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Yáng (陽 or 阳 "sunny place, south slope, north bank (river), sunshine"; Japanese: yō; Korean: 양, Vietnamese: dương) is the bright element: it is active, light, masculine, upward-seeking and corresponds to the daytime.

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Last Thursday when I was walking back to my car to take a much needed lunch break I noticed something in the middle of the road.

I make it a habit to look down when I walk because there are just too many random holes in the ground and I don't want to pull a "Baby Jessica", nor do I want to plant my face in the cement.

So here I am, doing my usual scan of the ground when I see something. I look closer and without stopping I realize it's a 500 peso bill! I reach down gracefully and barely stop as I quickly swoop it up into the palm of my hand and make a fist.

There's no one really around, and no one looks distraught so I figure, finders keepers and high tail it to my car.

I'm super happy with my find and figure I deserve it so I make a phonecall to share my news and then go home and enjoy my lunch.

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Yīn (陰 or 阴 "shady place, north slope, south bank (river); cloudy, overcast"; Japanese: in or on; Korean: 음, Vietnamese: âm) is the dark element: it is passive, dark, feminine, downward-seeking, and corresponds to the night.
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The next day is Friday and as per every Friday after work , I walk back to my car, get in and drive to wherever I'm going. It's pretty standard. Nothing special about it.

Except this Friday is different. As I'm walking back to my car which is parked in a fairly active yet dark street, I notice something is not right with my car.

The front passenger side window is smashed. There is a small hole and the rest of the glass is shattered but held together by the tinting tape. (Praise the lord for printing tape because there was a lot less glass to clean up inside the car.)There was nothing stolen (nothing to steal really besides the car sine I had the faceplate with me) and the door was locked as it should be.

It looked like someone smashed and ran. Whether it was an accident or not I don't know but my gut tells me it was not directed at me and that I was not a target so to say. My car was in the wrong place at the wrong time and now I had to pay for it....

So the next day I took the car into the window place, paid my 645 pesos and in less than an hour later my car window was replaced and I was on my way like nothing had happened. This is one of the things I love about Mexico. Certain things cost very little and are done very quickly. I LOVE THAT about living here.

Technically it only cost me 145 pesos to fix since I found 500 pesos the day before, so I didn't fuss about it too much.

It looks like Yin & Yang were doing their job and when things like that happen you kind of have to wonder about the weird voodoo that goes on in this world!

Just Married Chilean Style

Well no, not me. But someone else.

I came across this blog and thought some of you may be interested in adding it to your blog reading itinerary.

"Just Married Chilean Style" is about an expat who got married to a Chilean man and move to Chile. She experiences some of the same frustrations us expats go through here in Mexico and what I like about her blog is that she tells it like it is......swear words and all! Spanish AND English.

And while we are at it.....I also want to recommend Mexico or Bust. It's about two DINKS (read her "About Me" section to get the low down on that) who are in the process of becoming expats and taking the plunge to live in Playa del Carmen, Mexico! Congrats and good luck!

Now, if only I could figure out what the heck my blog was about.......

....cats, dogs, bitching, bitching, cats, dogs, bitching, drunk post here and there......bitching bitching, random pics, bitching, dogs, cats, other dogs and cats, bitching, bitching. Oh yeah, and it happens all in Cancun, Mexico!

Sounds about right to me!

Pet Portraits

8 Random Things About Mexico "Way"

Damn you Canuck!

8 Random Things About ME? Oh I dunno. Perhaps my mother should do this one for me.

1) I once walked up to a man my mother was talking to and kicked him in the shin. I couldn't have been older than 5 but simply did not like him. As it turns out, the guy was a prick and neither of my parents liked him anyways. My parents had a good chuckle and instead of scolding me they simpy laughed when I wasn't looking. I kicked him because my sixth sense told me to.

2) Speaking of sixth sense. I see dead people. Or whatever you want to call them. I'm not sure. They are dark figures, or ghosts, angels and guides. Who knows really. Sometimes they freak me out and sometimes I just stare and wonder who they are. I also have a very strong intuition, dream about things that happen in the future and know about stuff without really knowing why I know it.

3) I am the title holder of the Women's International Sabaki Satellite Challenge. I am also a silver metalist in Sports Jiu Jitsu fighting (I totally got robbed. Politics played a part and with 3 American judges, there was no way I was going to win. Everyone at the tournament walked up to me after and told me that I won and its ok cuz I know I did ;). I am a Northwest Women's Kickboxing champion as well and have numerous first places in tournaments such as the Tiger Balm Internationals and various provincial Martial Arts & Kickboxing tournaments. I was also an instructor and did private training.

4) Animals have been a huge part of my life from the very beginning. My sister liked to sleep with towels, while I chose stuffed animals in every animal form that you can imagine. My mother tells me there were so many stuffed animals in my crib with me that there was no room for me to sleep.

5) I once drove a dirt bike into a tree and did a pop-a-wheely when I didn't mean to. Both were scary experiences.

6) Got stuck in the middle of Bridge Lake more than once during wind and rain storms and had to be rescued by a motor run boat.

7) I wanted to be a gymnist when I was a kid and did cartwheels instead of walking, balance beam routines on the the curb and put on shows for imaginary audiences.

8) I can touch my tongue to my nose and to the bottom of my chin.

And just for fun....here's another one:

9) "The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it. ” And just so you don't freak out, that is not really me....it's Dr. Evil. I was just trying to be funny.

I know I'm suppose to send this to other folks but Kelly took 3 of my bloggers already gosh darnit!

I'll have to figure that one out now.....

A "Simple" Trip to the Kickboxing Gym

Last week I had an urge to check out a few places to see if they had any decent kickboxing.

One of the places had "Boxing" and "Kickboxing" painted huge on the outside walls. This place is just up from Kabah on Lopez Portillo so if you pass by there, take a look and please confirm that that is what it really says because apparently I can't read or something.

I arrived and went up the stairs to ask questions about the classes. I spoke in Spanish but I shall just post in English. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: Hello, do you have kickboxing classes here?

Him: No.

Me: Ok, do you have boxing classes here?

I figure if there's not kickboxing, boxing is the closest to it.

Him: No.

He then proceeds to look at me like I just asked him for ballet classes and like I have three heads. Angered and frustrated by this I say....

Me: Well, I'm simply asking because you have boxing and kickboxing painted all over the front of your building. You don't have any classes?

Him: Oh well we don't have an instructor right now. But we have boxing simple (pronounced "simplay").

Me: What's boxing simple?

Him: It's where you train one on one with me. It's just like boxing and you do the same routine but you do it with me.

So I'm thinking, basically it's one on one private training. Thats something! So then I ask....

Me: Ok, so when are the classes?

Him: Oh well we don't have an instructor right now.

WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So I left. More confused than when I walked in and I didn't even have a punching bag to take out my frustrations on.

There was nothing "SIMPLE" about that!

Zut! (thats for Fned)

I'm Still Alive!

I'm still alive after the laser treatment.

It only lasted like 10 minutes or less and though there were some areas which were more painful than others, it really was no biggy.

I wasn't red afterwards and have no pain today. If someone knocked me out and took me to go get laser, I wouldn't have known it.

The closest I can describe it to is the feeling you get when you get a wart burned off your finger. Feels like a quick cold and hot shot and then they move to the next area.

I checked out the prices in the US and Canada and from what was listed, if you want your bikini line done, it could cost anywhere from $350 to $450. So when I say it's cheap here....it really is. Just wish I had done it sooner. But then again, they probably wouldn't have had the awesome specials they do now!

And as for the bikini line.....it apparently is the "brazilian" bikini line.

WOAH! ZAP!

"Laser" ~ Dr. Evil

But seriously. I've had enough of some of the hair on my body. So I'm going to get my frickin bikini and pits lasered. It's so cheap that you really can't say no.

$600 pesos for bikini, $600 pesos for pits. (That would be about 60 US & Canadian for that matter since the Canadian dollar is kicking some seriously evil ass!)

Sounds good to me. Any idea what it costs back in the US and Canada???

I might even get my legs done at this rate.

Anyhow my first appointment is today so we will see if I come out of there alive.

I'll let you know.

Note to Self

Blog when you want the water to work.

Controlled By Utilities

Gas will be delivered between 8 a.m. and 12 p.m. today.

Question: "Hello, It's 12 p.m. and the gas isn't here yet."

Answer: "Oh yeah, they are running behind but they will be there sometime today."

Question: "Well do you know when because I don't want to sit here all day to wait for them. I have things to do?"

Answer: "No I don't know when."
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Water is not going into our tinaco.

After spending half the day checking our tinaco, going to the security to ask questions, going to construction to ask questions, checking other people's tinacos and finding out that the construction office lied to us about sending someone to check on things, we finally decided to phone Aguakan (AKA water central).

Question: "Hello. We don't have water do you know why?"

Answer: "Yes, there is a problem with the pipe that brings water to your neighbourhood but they are working on it right now. "

Question: "Do you know how much longer it will be?"

Answer: "No."

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It is now 2:49 p.m.

The good news: We have our gas tanks.

The bad news: We stink.

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Statement: "I am controlled by utilities!"

Are You A Sociopath?

Well, lets see if I am:

You Are 4% Sociopath

You're empathetic, loyal, and introspective. In other words, there's no way you're a sociopath... but you can spot one pretty easily!

It says I can spot one pretty easily. Well! Lets test this out.

I'm going to do the same quiz but I will answer as if I am another person that I know:

You Are 76% Sociopath

The good news is that you're devastatingly charming. The bad news? You mostly use those charms for evil!

Are You A Sociopath?

Yikes! Yep they're right. I sure spotted one.

Please Don't Lock in the Stank!

This is just something I've noticed.

And this is also something other expats have noticed.

And maybe it's a cultural thing because I have seen it done over and over and over again and other people keep telling me that they've noticed it too.

But why is it that, here, closing the bathroom door is like....."the rule".

Is there something I don't know?

Like, it's not just, lets sort of close it halfway so that when you walk by the toilet isnt staring you in the face.

It's more like, "it's hot in here and someone just took a crap" so lets shut the door!

In every single office building I've worked here, on every single floor and every single person that has come to my house or I've been to theirs....the bathroom doors are ALWAYS closed.

Personally, if it's the office, I like to leave it sort of half open. So it can get some fresh air and stuff. If it's at home, I like to leave it open. It's an invitation to use my crapper really. It's there, it's normal and it's also available.

If a bathroom door is closed.....it leads one to believe that there is someone or something in there....or it is "out of service". I think that if the bathroom is really person free, the door should be open. A closed door says, "occupied, i'm in the crapper, come back later".

My favorite is a bathroom in a hot place like Cancun, Mexico, that has no a/c or windows, or fan and someone just "pedescar'ed el bimbo" (translation: pinched a loaf / language: Spanglish). If you think you are doing the next several people a favor......

....you're not!

So please, don't lock in the stank. And don't make me go a knockin if there ain't no one in there doing the ploppin.

(How's that? I blogged and wrote something!)

Maybe This Isn't My "Thing"

I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should even have a blog.

I was never really into diaries and sometimes I just don't feel like writing. And I feel bad because like me, you probably check my blog waiting for a new entry. And I've been really good at posting pictures because really, I haven't felt creative enough to say much.

Shame on me? Writers block?

I dunno.

I think Joyce should name those kittens already.

Anyhooo. Stay tuned into Cancun Canuck's blog because she's really good at updating. She finally started one and todays is all full of kitty gone crazy!