Listen to the Auctioneer

In Ambergris Caye there is going to be an auction to benefit one of their local elementary schools (the building of a computer lab), the event takes place on May 3rd and I'm donating this piece called May Flowers (Flores de Mayo), it's my first acrylic using the "smooshing" technique. "Smooshing", yeah, I think that's the official term!

So those of you in the luggage, hate to be a nagger, but mind the acrylics!!

So looking forward to the airport shuttle pick up at 3 am, actually just hoping I can fall asleep on the way to Houston and not be a complete wreck upon arrival at the final destination: San Pedro! (It's San Francisco - Houston - Belize City - San Pedro) Nothing a Belikin and some yummy food won't cure, right? Right!
I'll blog at ya when we get back, May 9th.
Besos,

The Pack(ing) Pack

Packed, unpacked, re-packed. Looks like the watercolors won’t get too squashed but you never know with Shonna, Anna, Kate and Johnny D in there? “Mind those boots lad!”
We placed a bright post it note on the front door with the word “PASSPORTS” on it because you know, it’s our first time out of the country together and it would be very easy and very possible to forget them. I’ve been to Mexico and Canada, but Rafael hasn’t, well except for Cabo which he compared to San Diego. I was actually surprised he picked Belize this time and reminded him that it was called the British Honduras at one point and that most everyone is going to speak English. Will he compare San Pedro to a low end Santa Monica or Venice Beach? I can only wonder. It’s funny, I try to pack light and the goal is to only bring a carry-on bag but with the TSA restrictions regarding lotions and gels, etc. honey, it’s impossible. So the check in bags are really our gym bags full of sunscreen, insect repellant, toiletries and shoes by the way Rafael is such a shoe whore, I think he needs an intervention!
One and a half working days, one and a half...all of those in the luggage, no worries warm chai and magic cookies are on the way.

Nine days...

Happy that we're in the single digit countdown to Belize, happy that I'm going to donate a painting for the Cinco de Mayo fundraiser in Ambergris Caye and happy that the woman who owns the condo we're staying in bought West of the Fields. I'm taking both paintings with me in my carryon, that's going to be interesting. Crumpled art - the next hot trend!
Still my happiness is tinged with a bit of sadness because one of my good friend's marriage is falling apart, because of the situation with the building I'm living in, because C&C are moving out...sigh. It's ying/yang in action isn't it? It's balance, it's the way of things, it's life. I keep pulling tarot cards for an insight on the building situation and The Hermit has made several appearances and refuses to relinquish his hold. So I meditate and I take all that I know about my rights, I print out images of Hestia and Durga and place them in the hallways and corridors of the building and ask them to protect our homes from eviction, TIC and condo conversion. I've even asked Kali to protects us, and you know Kali doesn't hesitate. It's difficult to leave it up to the higher powers, to Durga, Hestia and Kali but I must trust in them and trust that we are sent fair and kind landlords that have seen and read the fliers from the SF Tenants Board plastered in the stairwell...and regarding my friend's marriage, I think all the fight has gone from her and he's being too passive...it's a complicatedly BAD situation involving a 13 year old child that allegedly is his and all the extras that go along with that, you can imagine.
So I rejoice that there are only nine days left before I leave and I hope the case of Belikin beer I've ordered to be ready in our room upon arrival will ease the sadness I feel for those still thick in the struggle.

More like GREAT granny panties!

Sometimes when I wear the Vicky Secret chonis (in Mexico we call underwear chonis – and the word is unisex by the way) with skirts I get the VPLs and interesting bumps and bulges (and not the sexy kind like those wild and crazy chech brothers, I’m the wrong sex to begin with so let’s not go down that path) so I needed to buy a couple of briefs that come waist high and have the normal leg openings, no thigh high cut this time around. I found a 3 pack of Fruit of the Loom for Her on sale and since the packet was sealed I took it on faith that by having the outside label read “Women’s brief, size 7” I’d be ok. Well, let me tell you when I went to wash the 3 chonis, my jaw hit the floor, these weren’t just granny panties, they were at least Great granny panties! Woooh! I never saw so much pink in one garment in my life, they’re massive yet I decided to proceed with the wash and see if they would shrink (a lot!). Alas, they didn’t, so I tried them on, funny mirror image looking back at me “You are NEVER wearing these to the gym” I told myself, it was almost as bad as seeing women in the gym in thongs getting ready to go work out, honestly, aren’t they afraid of slicing themselves in half??
I grabbed a skirt and pulled it on over the massive pink cotton wonder – hmmmm no panty lines, and you know what? They’re pretty comfortable, hmmmmm, yes, yes, as long as I keep them out of sight, put my gym shorts on UNDER my skirt before taking it off, I think me and my new, pink, Great granny chonis will get along just fine.

Things that make you go "FECK!"

Bullet point list of things that are making me shout "FECK" or "FRAK" (for you Battlestar Galactica fans):

• Our building is being sold
• My landlord wants to talk to me
• My good friends Carolyn and Cheryl that live underneath us just told me they are moving out
• My period came a week early this means I'll be on my period in Belize
• I'll miss Marty Willson-Piper because I'll be in Belize (this has me whispering a soft "frak" as opposed to screaming a big fat "FRAK"
• LOST is moving to 10pm