Novus…

Some recent happenings in pictures (or ‘I Finally Cleaned Out My Phone’ ):

My favourite chill-out spot (which has of course now been ruined by our landlord demanding that we cordon it off from the path so his stupid grass can grow *grr* )

Nat, Gabi and I (this is what 'Flight of the Conchords' does to our brain cell count )

Downtown VC

Band Practice (a.k.a Chris getting lost in the music and Gabi rebelling against Andy's orders to stand up during practice )

Tiffany Alexis Roser...my fellow blonde and (unofficial, pending JD's vote) GodDaughter

Andy's bulging Hercuelean biceps

...The random sights of Veracruz...

Viva el Vino

The first signs of Yuletide season (a.k.a Gabi's dollar-store christmas tree )

Early morning stillness (it was 6 AM, I was on breakfast and it was FREEZING...but the fog was so rare I had to snap it)

Just some random palm trees on our property

John, the Escalante's adorable rabbit who I looked after during their 8-day trip to the States

...Which sort of came with some perks, like their internet, and their massive bed

And their en-suite bathroom (which actually has a shower STALL as opposed to a curtained-off tiled floor)

Gabi and I caught in a pensive moment during the band shoot

And last but not least, some incriminating footage of Andy's patent Managing Lecture Face (caught on freaking camera, dude )

S’all for now, folks!

Current Mood:

Flirtatious

La Bocana…

...Los Ninos Locos...

Had a photoshoot for our rather slapped-together-at-the-last-minute Christmas band today. ‘La Bocana’ (me, Gabi, Andy and Chris) have been feverishly rehearsing our Spanish repertoire over the last week in preperation for the Christmas push singing season (laugh away, but I can now sing ‘Burrito Sabanero’, ‘Blanca Navidad’, and ‘Noche De Paz’ passably well ).

Andy engaged in dishing out a very serious managerial talk to which I'm attempting to listen and at which Gabi is sighing indolently lol

But by far the most gruelling thing for me (yes, even exceeding Andy’s ruthless taskmastering of our four-hour practice sessions ) was today’s photoshoot. Having to shrug on a freaking PINK, flowy garment, plaster myself in make-up and trudge through fields and past hostile turkeys (don’t ask) to get to our various spots was enough to convince me to NEVER sign up for ‘band shots’ again…

Anyhow, Gabi and I have come to the conclusion that we aren’t entirely normal women when it comes to certain gender-typical traits. For example, shopping for our singing outfits with two other women was a nightmare we would NEVER repeat (a whole frigging day wasted and NOTHING to show for it except a whole lot of ‘maybes’ and ‘we could take it in’ and ‘let’s buy it, turn it inside out and re-hem it’).

Gabi 'n I found a tree

But then we go for ONE morning with Chris and JD and what happens? Well, we get the costumes sorted, obviously. And shoes for Gabi. And slacks for Chris. And shirts for the guys.

Whaddya know ?… We’re shopping with MEN from now on – s’all I have to say about THAT.

Current Mood:

Chipper

AC/DC…

...Shoot to Thrill...

http://www.acdcbacktracks.com/pages/3999219/

Oh baby, how could I have missed it? *cries*…

Life is unfair

Current Mood:

Tired

Vita Pulchra Est…

...S'a wonderful life...

Sol beer – cheapest booze in walking distance (20 pesos IF you return the freaking bottle :p – yeah we’re that archaic).

Free night this end of the globe. Life is so good despite its many setbacks and the myriad of potential disasters awaiting those of us who are CERTAIN the happiness we feel just can’t last.

Was reading Persuasion the other day (yes Austen – woman’s a literacy genius, shut the hell up ) and came across this quote the Lord said He wanted me to apply to my current state of deep, resounding peace:

“I must endeavour to subdue my mind to my fortune. I must learn to brook being happier then I deserve.”  – Captain Wentworth, Persuasion

How it's going down...

We were talking about mansions in Heaven at devotions the other day and people were shocked when I flatly announced that I wanted a shack. S’right. A shack. Because it’s all I deserve. Despite the works done in the name of the Lord, I know myself – my motives, intentions, desires, the black thoughts of my heart that nobody sees except for me.

I left some good people behind in England. Really good people. People who I know are struggling in ways that I have been and should be now but am not. And honestly? It bites. Because they – my ex-homies, my friends, my family -they deserve this state of peace, this joy, this knowing, not me.

I deserve jack shit. But I got this wonderful, amazing reward for WHAT? In spite of the fact my body looks polka-dotted and there’s no hot water and food is scarce and work is gruelling – I’m the happiest I have ever been. So why am I feeling like the crotechty old dame who was sad when she was glad cuz she knew she’d be sad soon enough?

Whoa. My Supernatural episode even downloaded. Just now. For real – from home and our crappy, ten GB per month limit. Now what does that say? It says that Someone up there is sliding me some juice, and I don’t know why or what for. It’s…kind of unnerving.

Anyway I’m babbling. Suffice it to say though that my motto ‘Nothing good can last’ is just begging to be proven valid in this scenario. I’m figuring storm clouds must be gathering over my head while its buried in the sand of total fulfillment. Or not…I don’t know.

Life is life, I suppose. Just so used to sucking it up, I guess my ‘Joy of the Lord’ hymen has re-grown . Is de-virginization really meant to feel this good?

Current Mood:

Loved

Morsus…

Life Goes On

Got my first wasp sting the other day (yup, 20 years clean and now THIS…there goes my Guiness Book of Records placement ). Was on my laptop and thoroughly absorbed in trying to make the internet on this clunky museum of a boat work when I felt something crawling on my arm. Acting on reflex, I slapped at it without thinking and suddenly felt this pinprick of a sting…

Disclaimer: Not my arm

Funny thing is it really didn’t hurt very much at all. The waiters put ice on it right away and after about ten minutes there wasn’t even swelling. In fact the sting was less obvious then my mosquito bites, lol.

In conclusion: Bee and Wasp stings are overrated .

In other news: The Nortes have blown in full swing and brought such a delightful spell of cool winds that I’m actually in long sleeves at the moment which is SHOCKING! (I even got to wear my leather jacket last night - SCORE). Best thing ever though is the Nortes blow all the mosquitoes downwind *does Woody!Dance of Triumph*.

Just thought I’d share the joy ….

Current Mood:

Silencio…

Feel The Silence

Whatever we can’t express in picture can always be expressed in song…

 

Current Mood:

Contemplative

 

Servo Incendia…

Boca's night life...

So I have officially joined the ranks of the stay-by-the-stuffers for the next week at least, as a team has hit the road for a five-day witnessing marathon at the Cervantino festival (the home wanted me to go, but the timing was very inconvenient – plus we all know I’m lazy ). Of course it would have to be the predominance of my social circle hitting the road, leaving me to ‘cry myself to sleep’ (‘at least then you’ll actually sleep, Heather’…such tender words ).

Oh well. Least there’s Andy and Mel (and Amada, but she’s not one of the ’singles’ ). Just means I have to try and SOLICIT company for a change (which isn’t bad in itself, but as we’ve previously established…I’m lazy).

Sampling a Shrimp Cocktail for the first time (insanely sweet but otherwise delicious)

S’fine. I don’t mind manning the fort – it’s just that the honeymoon period is already starting to end and issues are cropping up. For example, because we live in three seperate houses, it can be difficult to fuse together for kick-back time at the end of the day. Usually the only thing that works is dangling booze in front of people’s noses – but that of course tends to bring with it accompanying stigmas…

Such as the oppressive (and completely unsound) notion that No Fun = Maturity.

Dear Masochists In Denial and co.

I’m not going to start ranting – your apparently ‘mature’ club members are doing enough huffing and puffing for the both of us . I will, however, express a single thought on the matter:

Kiss it, bitches

Think I’ll just get on with my life while you continue to NOT enjoy your own.

Sympathetically yours,

Heather

Gabi - my awesome roomie and fellow YA

Plaza del Boca del Rio

Oh yes. I’d like to take this opportunity to beg for prayer in regards to my hate-hate relationship with the mosquito-spider community this end of the globe. It’s gotten to the point where I resemble a walking eyesore due to the huge, red, puffy bites besmirching my body (one of the kids here so kindly suggested we play ‘connect the dots’, lol).

The huge patch of red is a spider bite gone supernova...I think I may ACTUALLY be allergic to something (at last )

Like I said - walking eyesore

Also, my insomnia appears to be rearing its head again (after about five months of relatively normal sleep) and I’m not coping with it like I used to. Of couse here the coffee is exemplary and JD and I are the chronic junkies (to all my ex-homies, never thought you’d see the day, huh ), but still – it’s affecting a lot (like my appetite, which has steadily decreased to the point where my clothes are falling off me). So yeah,  a little prayer wouldn’t go down sideways right about now .

Such a maternal snapshot, isn't it? Tiffany Roser is such a finicky baby this picture of her snoozing should be FRAMED

Other then that, stuff’s good right now. Stuff’s great, actually. Really, really great .

Laters…

Current Mood:

Chipper

Suus Verum…

- The Dean Winchester Seal of Approval -

Right on, Sis .

You tell it like it is, Ol .

Current Mood:

Pleased

Septem Dies…

Oh baby, why was it just a one-night stand?

So it’s officially been a week since I touched down in this awesome country (and yes, it is an awesome country, despite the horde of mosquitoes out for my hide and the insane heat and the torrential rains and the…yeah). Think it’s time to do a little recap of what I’ve learned so far:

1: My blood is the mosquitoes own personal crack. They adore leeching off me more then ANY other pastime, apparently *glares*.

2: Spanish isn’t as overwhelmingly incomprehensible as I initially thought (‘No hablo mucho Espanol, solo ‘Ola’ y ‘Adios’, pero estoy aprendiend0′ . See? Piece o’ cake …)

Me 'n my Baby

3: Men are dogs...okay that one was just to appease my highly-repressed inner feminist . Doesn’t hold much water as an actual concept but it’s still something to randomly spout out every now and again lol.

4: Nivea are Caped Crusaders when it comes to their sunblocks .

At a hotel event that had something to do with the anniversary of the tearing down of the Berlin Wall (champagne and cocktail dresses and still no freaking aircon lol)

5: Anybody can learn to cook…but what they make isn’t always edible (m’telling you, lentils and scrambled eggs is about the extent of my culinary skills and now the home here KNOWS it).

6: Alcohol needs to be moved to the ‘essential commodities’ section of the human requirements list. I trudged in the pitch black through puddles and mud and mosquitoes for 15 minutes last night to score some beer (well of COURSE I dragged somebody along, what do you take me for ?)

A snapshot of the reconstructed wall which they then pulled down

5: Working like a pack mule is not only bearable but acceptable when the company is good and the friends are plentiful (never quote me on that, Andy ).

6: If your mind can concieve it, and your heart can believe it, you can achieve it!...(or something along those lines – yeah I stole a quote. But at least it was a good one ).

The pier in Boca Del Rio...cool winds from the north called Nortes have blown in and though they bring rain, the drop in temperature is more then welcome!

I really am loving it here, despite missing my ex-homies and amigos terribly . Mexico is an exciting and adventure-filled field but don’t be mistaken by the glamourous palm trees and beaches. The glittering gold is sand , which turns to SLUDGE at any given rainfall and the plant life is home to tarantulas and iguanas. So be not fooled …

All the same though, I’m lovin’ it. Later, all .

Current Mood:

Peaceful

Semper Tu Mecum es…

If I could send You a postcard...

Current Mood:

Pensive