The time to go back to the states is approaching at a rapid pace, I can’t decide on when I want to be there. I don’t know if it is because my final destination is Brookings Oregon, and I could probably think of other places to be. I love Brookings during the summer. To be able to go and find a place to rest my fat ass on whatever river bar would be great. The problem with this plan is the driving; I am not going to do it. I am very use to driving here in Zihuatanejo where driving rules have been more or less thrown out the window.

The other mind-boggling dilemma is that half of my immediate family has some sort of issue with me. So dread running into them, well what I dread the most is when I see my father and he pretends that he doesn’t know who I am. That is a little rough. I don’t really get where he is coming from if he had an affair, almost drove my mom to suicide or a mental hospital with his lies, and then eventual walked out on everyone, but only after he took out the only full functioning bathroom. So everyone was left to go outside to take a shower and the only sink for a half a dozen people was in the kitchen. And he is angry with me because I have a child out of wedlock. Well I am having another one, and I don’t feel a bit bad about it.

I don’t really understand what Casey is mad about; we’re at least polite to each other when we see each other. We have kids with in a month of and a half of each other and it is to bad they don’t get to play together. Oh well.

My options of place to stay when I finally arrive is also very tasty… My mother now actually lives in the lovely town of Smith River California, and the population is roughly 700 people. I think that there might be more cows.

Then I could stay with my other brother, who kind of lives in Brookings. If you mail him a package his address is in Brookings, but he lives to far out in BFE (butt fuck eygpt) that I think that I would be better of slitting my wrist.

I will start this vacation out in Portland Oregon and eventually make it all the way down the coast by the grace of god. I will stay in Brookings for a few weeks and then god, Tarzan and I will figure out a way to make it back to Portland.

I am sure it will be a wildest adventure. Now I just need to make a decision of when the madness needs to start.

How do you know you might have possibly breastfed you child to long? Maybe when you can’t ever be topless around you almost 3 yr. old because all he wants to do is grope you. Or if you choose to sleep with out a shirt on and you are woken up by your almost 3 yr. old because he is touching your boobs and screaming boobies because for him it is like he has just one the lottery.

Tarzan was breastfed until he was 16 months old, and the only reason I put a stop to the madness was because at the time I was very much a single mom and Tarzan was literally sucking the life out of me. I struggled with this decision and feeling like people would be disappointed in me because I stopped before he turned two. Now that I am pregnant again, there isn’t any doubt that I will breastfeed yet again; I won’t breastfeed Tarzan again, but the new baby. I am not sure how Tarzan is going to handle that, especially on those rare weekly occasions when Tarzan tries to latch on again. How long will I breastfeed the new arrival, time will only tell. For sure the first year, but how much time after that I don’t know.

Tarzan has a recital about every 3 months. They are a lot of fun, he likes to dance, and so he seems to really enjoy them. In the most current recital he was Lorenzo Antonio….. For whom ever might be familiar with who that is. Every class did a different child musician, from Latin America. This recital was a lot easier on me because I just had to pay for a custom instead of make one like I did last time… When he was a chicken and it took me a week to sow 1 million yellow chicken feathers on a yellow jump suit. He was cute, but it was sooo much work.

Last night I attempted to sweep the floor while tarzan was playing in the shower.... I check on him constantly. While I took a whopping 10 min. to sweep the floor Tarzan managed to take the shower head and flood the entire bathroom. I was relaying this story to a friend and her response was simply that he thought you were going to mop the floor next. I know that he is 2 yrs old, and everyone will tell you that it is normal and The Mexican Lover and I are trying to do our best, but my patients are started to run a little thin.

On more thing, I am an English teacher at a pre-school, and it is time to turn in there grades. All I do is figure out a grade for the students and give it to there regular teacher, and there was about 3 students I gave really bad marks to. There regular teacher has to have conferences with there parents.

The teacher kind of acted like I was an asshole, but my thoughts on it as a parent are that if my kid is going to school and not learning anything and disrubting the entire class and being naughty I want to know about it so I can address the issue and hopefully make it better. I hope the parents of the kids who recieved bad marks aren't angry.

Tarzan and I stayed up past midnight eating chocolate, I feel like I am doing something wrong!

So I ordered some maternity underwear and a maternity bikini...... because I need them.
Well when I saw the underwear I was like how can I possibly fit in to these parachute type things. They are so huge, I wanted to cry. Then I really wanted to cry when I put them on and they fit, snug. I am only half way there, what am I going to do. I don't understand why I am getting so big. I am not eating out of control and I am staying active.

Strippers, that is what I forgot to mention about mothers day. All of the women have parties for Mothers day and they higher male strippers.

Even the discos and some of the bars will have strippers. They put on special shows with strippers just for mothers day.

Weird!

Just in case anyone forgot how cute he is......

AAAHHHHH the festivities in Mexico for the mothers day. Down here the Mother is the most important person. The kids don’t go to school, nobody works, the banks are closed it is a fucking national holiday. Today we went and ate breakfast at the fanciest hotel in all of Zihua, one of the most fancy in all of North America, Villa Del Sol. Last night at one of the schools that I work at the was a huge party for the moms and the kids had a performance and gave there moms gifts. Killians school has their performance next week. You receive flowers and gifts and more gifts. I don’t know why people from the US don’t celebrate more. They find any excuse in the world to have a party. Every birthday you have is important; every person in your family has its own day, besides their birthday.

Dia Del Niño, holy shit that was a day… there weren’t enough clowns to go to all of the schools. Killian had more parties to go to and more candy to eat then I think humanly possible. I just started throwing it away. It was ridiculous.

Viva Mexico!!!!