Round is a shape . . .

After going on vacation and being in a swimsuit and realizing the summer is fast approaching and dreading putting on a swimsuit again, this time in my home town and probably running into people I actually know ( on vacation you don't have to worry, no one knows you and no one cares!) and wondering what it would be like to not be self conscious for once and maybe even look half decent in a swimsuit . . . pipe dreams I know. But after thinking about all this I realized that I need to go to the gym and work out for several hours. So, I went to the gym, and I thought I'll start out with two hours, two hours worth of aerobic classes. How hard can that be? I'm sure the Aggiettes dance and practice well over two hours most days. ( I'm not comparing myself to them, but y'know I thought 2 was reasonable.) No, it's not reasonable. Nor is it possible. I went and by the time I had been there for only 1 hr- my body literally gave out. It was so embarassing, when I got into the 3rd areobics class, I was already sweating profusely. After about 10 minutes, I literally could not move, she was looking at me like: Are you serious? You've done like 2 squats. What was I thinking? It was obviously brought on my a severe case of Denial. I am out of shape. It's sad. I'm 24. I should be in great shape. I have hardly any obligations. I can't NOT work out for 2 weeks and then try to make up for lost time by killing myself at the gym for 2 hrs. I just need to find a more doable way to lose weight, like inventing a pill that dissolves all my fat, and it only works if I take it with 3 bowls of ice cream. Something like that.

Cancun has stolen my heart . . .

here's why:

( in a semi-large-nutsell-that-includes-an-unnatural-amount- of -gorgeous-pictures -that- may- depress -you)

I refuse to carry on with real life right now. I will spend the rest of the night pretending I am still under your gorgeous sun, basking in your turquoise waves, and feeling very sorry for everyone else who has to settle with 20 degree temperatures in February. I wish I could take every bit of it home. Catch your warm air in a big glass jar and open it right here in my room. I can smell the salt and sand. You have stolen my heart and you can keep it.

It was really wonderful. I am really not that glad to be home. I miss the beach. I was just getting the hang of boogy boarding and I swear I was almost fluent in Spanish, I just needed a little more time. Maybe just a few months, or years. I just feel like that was how the whole world should be . . . I have no need for snow, or cold, or dry air, not even mountains. Just the beach, with everyone I love, and my own little Mexican cocinar to make us Mexican tacos every day.

Man those were good.

Valentines Day surprise

Woke up yesterday morning to find this outside my window:

It was a good valentines day. thanks hubs. every valentine's day with you is the best one I've ever had.

Primera Dia en Cancun (Day one . . . in Cancun)

La picena es muy divertido * The pool is very fun

La playa es muy hermosa. * The beach is very beautiful

Mi amor.

Mi padre

Peace Out

We are outta here! Goodbye smog! Goodbye freezing temperature! Goodbye sunless sky! Goodbye work! Goodbye life as we know it . . . . we won't miss you even a little.

See you soon! But not too soon :)