Nothing better

When you are exhausted but forced to continue working your twelve hour shift, there is nothing better than walking to 7-11 at one in the morning and buying a Diet Mountain Dew.  That first swallow of delicious, cold, bubbly fluid is heaven.  Sometimes I think I should be paid to advertise this stuff.

Home Comfort

After one year of living in this family, Abigail has finally found her niche.  She is a remote hog.  If ever I cannot find the remote, she is laying on it.

Best News EVER!!!!

My husband said to me today that he has accomplished everything he wanted to on the hotel so he will be coming home for my birthday at the end of the month.  Now he has said before that he would be taking a break and coming to visit me but this time I actually believe him.  He will be staying here until my work contract is done the beginning of December and then we will both drive down to Guatemala.  All 2800 miles.  We will stay down there until we run out of money.  I can't wait.  Yippeee!!

Sickness

I've had a horrible sore throat for three days.  I am out of cold medicine, allergy medicine and herb tea.  Do I crawl out of bed, get dressed, and visit the store to restock and feel better?  No.  Nothing on that list is worth getting dressed for.  But ice cream, that is worthy of visiting the store @ 3am.

Taste Buds

It is amazing to me how when it is THAT time of the month nothing tastes good except for chocolate, sugar, and bread.  For an entire week I fell off the low-carb wagon and wallowed around in the joy and pain of sugar in all its may forms.  My week had started off by making a delicious Salad Nicoise.

This was supposed to tide me over my week of working.  Unfortunately with the change in my hormone status the first thing I said was "Ugg.  Tastes like dirt."  (I promise that it didn't.  It really is quite delicious.)  I am now surfacing from the week of horror and have made my first meal.

Baked Red Bell Pepper and Salami Salad.  Ahh, It's nice to be back on the wagon.

Hotel Changes

So Karen, you wanted more pictures of the hotel and here they are.  The first shot is what it looked like in March.

The before shot

The after shot (pretend the floor has been cleaned)

This is my favorite place.  Every morning we would sit out here and watch the village come alive.

I'll be back there soon enough, but for now these pictures will have to keep the homesickness away.

The End of an Era (Sort of)

After 12 years without a serious haircut, I finally had to do it.  No more luscious, flowing locks for me. Apparently, at some point during my week-long carbohydrate binge my hair got too close to the stove.  About six inches of it melted.  So I was forced to take the plunge and cut it off.

Yes, that is my pile of hair.  Now I look like this.

Back to the hairstyle I had when I was 15 years old.  Don't I look young?