Picture Show & Other Stuff!

So as usual, I'm sorry for not blogging. I don't think I have any regular readers except for Becky anyways and the best part is that Becky pretty much knows anything and everything and the fact that she reads this is still pretty funny but hey how's that for a run-on sentence?

So I joined a new gym. They have valet parking. WTF? It really irks me that they have valet parking for a freakin gym. If I park a little farther, which is what I do, I don't have to use the valet parking. But where I park is actually not a parking spot so I may look like a cheap weirdo or something. They don't charge for the parking but this is a TIPPING society so on top of my expensive membership (700 pesos) I have to tip to park? Screw that. I'm so confused by this whole concept. I drive a chevy monza and I guess the people that have Beamers and Hummers and Mercedes need valet parking, but if you're going to the gym to get that body in shape, can't you at least park your own car too? Lordy.

Remember those pretty blinds I bought that were expensive but do nothing in terms of keeping the light out? I wanted to show you the difference between having the blinds open, and closed. There really isn't a big difference so here it is:

Blinds open (don't even bring up the dirty window because I can't get the window out to wash it, the apartment settled too much):

Blinds closed:

See the giant difference they make? As a result they were moved into the family room and I got normal navy blue blinds that actually block out the light in my bedroom. They do look nice there and they serve their purpose better. But please, please don't buy these if you hate any sort of light in your room when you're sleeping!

This really isn't a very good picture but when you walk out our front door to go down the steps this is what you see:

If you look hard enough you can see the ocean. It really is peaceful and calming and I have the same sort of view if I look out my bedroom window (not directly of course but from the side).

It is a consensus that Moco is the shit disturber of the house (ok, she comes behind me of course) and she is really good at pissing off Becky. So Becky put her in a cage:

She doesn't look to happy but of course Moco is mad for like 1 second and then forgets she was mad (too much bleach licking in her lifetime) and pretends to be cute for a second or two:

Diesel has what we like to call his "Dirty". It use to be a bunny rabbit and use to be cute. But then Diesel got ahold of it and made it his everything friend. He couldn't just let the bunny be the bunny. He eventually ripped off the eyes and the nose and all of the stuffing. Poor little Dirty doesn't make a good humping partner these days (kind of flat and lifeless) but at least Dirty is something Diesel can use to push all over the floor to help sweep. Dirty is also good for shaking back and forth and tossing all around and Dirty is very good for sleeping with as well. (Dirty is also good for grossing out anyone who comes in it's path because you know, Diesel likes to bring Dirty right over to you for you to touch and feel and love just like he does!) Dirty is also used for couch acrobats as you can see in the following pictures:

My mom would probably want to throw Dirty out. And actually I've considered it myself. But frankly, dirty is Diesel's baby blanket and I just don't have the heart to do it, even if it is really gross, disgusting and "dirty".

So I have this all purpose bucket that I use for pretty much everything. I use it to soak my feet, I use it to bathe Diesel, I use it to throw shit in. Moco uses it too:

And last, but certainly not least. When I wasn't looking, someone stole my heart. Ok it wasn't a someone because people suck. But boy oh boy this filthy skinny yucky looking street dog reached right in and grabbed my heart out of my chest. I tried to ignore him but really I couldn't because I started to talk to him and he was confused. He did a double take and was like, "Are you actually talking to me? I'm just a worthless street dog that no one gives a shit about. Are you sure you're really talking to me?". I said, "Yes of course I am, even if you look like death you are kinda cute. Come on over here and let me give you some love because it sure looks like you need it." So there I was giving this dog some love and I realized that the least I could do is give him one meal that would give him a little more nutrition than a plastic bag. So up I went and down I came with some cat food (Diesel won't eat dog food). I put it on the sidewalk and he gobbled.

Street doggy was there the next day and oh lordy I knew I was in for it. When I came down the stairs and he was at the bottom he looked up at me and said, "Hello, my name is Rosco, and I think I really like you."

So there you have it. Present me with a beggar on the street or a helpless dog and you know which one I'm choosing to help. Here he is, ROSCO:

You can see he's rather skinny but I plan to fatten him up. He is so good natured and gets along with all the dogs in the neighbourhood and really just wants to be loved. I will continue to feed him and have conversations with him but please, if you know of anyone who is willing to rescue this loving face ....let me know ok?

Busted!

I guess Moco was having a bad day. I wish I had a punching bag in the apartment like she does.

She totally got busted. While I suspected it was her that does this every once in a while, I didn't know for sure. Now I know:

In the same day, I caught Diesel dressing up in drag:

It seems I've only got one normal animal. She is as innocent as can be (well minus the whole ripping up your couches thing. Thats why I have sheets over them):

Yes folks. My house is rather exciting!

Random Photos

The best part about my new cell phone besides the pink diamonds all over it is the camera function. I find it a lot handier than a camera and since I have my phone on me most of the time, it's pretty easy to snap pictures here and there.

Here are some of the ones I've taken with my phone:

One fun night before xmas 2006 started out at My Place and ended up at a club on Yaxchilan. We were up by the pool table and they had white snow painted "Feliz Navidad about 20 times all over the wall mirror. They totally spelled it wrong (duh) so I took care of that real quick. I fixed it up so that it said, "Liz Navidad". I even captured it on my phone and sent it to Becky at 4:30 am to make sure she knew I was out having some fun. It didn't end there of course. Because I'm a bad ass. I have nothing more to say on the topic but "here's to 8 balls!".

Thank god I have couches so that Moco and Diesel can look out into the world. You know I don't use them but at least they do. I have to keep them covered even though they are a nice faux soft suede because cats and furniture just don't mix. Here are the two buddies hanging out.

Being a Chihuaha has its privilages. You can go almost anywhere with mommy. Thank god too because you know, you were looking a little pale Diesel. Glad you're getting some sun.

There's nothing like dressing up your dog in a Survivor buff and laughing your ass off. Although, I have been told that what I did was mean. But then............... why are you also laughing?

What's the first thing your cat does when you wash the floor? Walks all over it. What's the first thing your cat does when you've just taken your clothes out of the dryer?

Mommie and Diesel gettin a tan together.

This one is not from my phone. But it's just as special. It's a picture of me and a horse on the beach:

That concludes this addition of show and tell. Bring your items tomorrow and we'll do it again.

P.S. Polkaroo from the Polkadot Door and Casey and Finnegan from Mr. Dressup RULE!

Walking Along Puerto Cancun

Last week I decided to take Rivergirl's idea to take Diesel out for a walk along the semi-virgin beaches of Puerto Cancun to check it out.

Really I didn't want to check it out so much as to walk Diesel freely without him peeing on someone's back pack or stopping to take a shit in front of some pretty girl just trying to get a tan.

We entered through the first beach into the hotel zone and walked to the very first house within the zone where Puerto Cancun starts. There was a security guard there and I asked if I could walk my dog and he nodded and I said thank you.

Diesel loves the beach and more than loving the beach he loves to run on the beach. He gets that doggy smile when he's happy and that makes me happy and makes all of the hurtful stupid things in life disappear.

Puerto Cancun is full of a lot of controversy and honestly, it's just downright sad. It was a quiet peaceful place when Diesel and I visited and I know it will not remain that way. Instead buildings will be put up and area will be designated for people who have money to burn and that's pretty much about all.

Despite all of the drama that involves this place, we enjoyed our walk. We came across what I think were vultures or something similar. They were feeding on something and although they are about 4 times the size as Diesel, he managed to chase them off long enough for us to take a look. It appeared to be the remains of a 6 foot barracuda and although it was dead and half eaten, it was somewhat pretty in its own way. When we were done with that we moved on and took a look at the lagoon that flowed into the sea and appreciated the little creatures moving around and about in the slowly setting sun.

It really is a different world out there and the best part is that it is so close by but yet it seems so far away.

If you want to see what it's like, Diesel invites you to join us one day to see what it's like to forget about things like traffic and the fact that I don't think I'll be able to get that specially packaged tuna for a really long time now since Soriana is now out of it....

{Lets play a game. Can you spot Diesel in all the pictures?}

Off topic completely. Do you ever just turn on the t.v. so that there is some background noise? Even though you are showering or are blogging or cleaning? I decided not to today because I liked the sound of the birds and the traffic in the distance. And then my neighbour came home and started playing salsa music. He's now playing one of my favourite songs. I love it when things just work out.

It's been a good day. So suck it up folks because for once, I'm not bitching. Jejeje.