HMMMmmm I don't reccomend it. Everyone arround us was very sympathetic, because the all appeared to have small children with them. The flight attendant wasn't so nice, you could tell she was annoyed. I feel like if you are flying coach then who knows who or what you could be sitting next to, and if you are flying first class and don't want to be bothered then you should pick a diffrent airline besides Alaska.

Tarzan is very serious about feeding his crocodile real strawberries.

Everything isn’t falling into place quite as easily as I would have liked it to. Part of it is my fault because I can’t give anyone an exact time on when I will be arriving. And half of the people I would ask to pick me up because I know they have wacko schedules don’t have email addresses. You ask me WHY? Well I don’t know, and the letter DDDD on my keyboard is sticking.

I am not handling the stress of all of this very well. I miss being able to drink heavily! I am going to miss Pablo so much it is making me an emotional wreck. I am a wreck anyways and this is making it worse.

Yesterday I had to buy some clothes, because I had nothing. And the sales lady made me want to cry. I know that I am pregnant and huge, but hijo le.

I have heartburn! I am trying to get some silver together to bring back with me to sale, so I might possibly have some extra spending money and I am still mostly on gringo time, when I want to do something, I want to do it. I don’t want to wait and wait and wait, and when everyone you are working with is working on Mexican time it can get frustrating.

OK I have to be done or I won’t ever stop, so I am going to go eat white bread with margarine. I am such a scumbag.

The madness is going to start on Tuesday, well that is the plan but Tarzan and I will be flying standby, so you never really know.

The benefits of this is that we will have a layover in Los Angeles and that is where my sister lives so we will be able hangout with her for a few days if not longer if we want. Before we continue on to Portland.

Once we get to Portland I think I have everything worked out, well I am hoping. RSG said she would pick me up from the airport. Sara said we can stay with her, and then there is a half a million people that I would like to visit why’ll I am there. All of you will be receiving an email from me sometime this week.

Mañja said that she would come and get me in Portland and drive Tarzan and I to her house in Eugene where I just plan on staying with her for undetermined amount of time. Then my mom said that she would come and get me from there.

Things won’t get really interesting until I actually arrive in Brookings were Tarzan and I will stay for the duration of our visit. Our two options of places to stay suck, either we will be stuck in Smith River where there is more cows then people or way up the Chetco River, and there is just trees.

The other night I had this dream that my mom was at the pre-school that I work at and she had a cast on each leg and she was walking around fine, but she was missing one of her feet.

Then last night I had a dream that my brother Casey was here in Zihua and he had a cast on each of his arms, all the way up past his elbows, but he was missing both of his hands.

I am hoping that know one loses any limbs why’ll I am there.

Oh, I had another ultrasound before I head home so I could buy the things that I need for the baby. It is a boy. I did this because I don’t want to be there and by a bunch of stuff for a boy and when the baby comes out it be a girl and not be able to return anything. Oh, and I accept handouts, and not just for the new baby but Tarzan too. He wears a 3T.

You always here parents talk about climbers, “ oh he is a climber” like that is the worst thing someone’s kid could be. What about jumpers? I have never heard anyone ever talk about how there kid was possibly a jumper! “OH, my son is a jumper” I have never heard that phrase come out of anyone’s mouth. Maybe there isn’t so many jumpers out there, or maybe something so tragic happens to these kids no one wants to bring it up. I don’t know. Tarzan is a climber and then a jumper, I would first describe him as a jumper then a climber because for me it appears to be the worst of the two evils. Right now it is all about breathing.

I won’t be importing young children or workers, so don’t get any ideas.

I will on the other hand be bringing back silver to sell. I also was curious if anyone has or knows someone with an import store because I don’t mind doing some legwork if goods from México are needed. Just contact me.

I plan on being in Portland the first week of July, and the 2nd week in august. The rest of the time I will be anywhere in between there and Smith River California. I might even venture east to Prineville.

I am hoping for the trip to at least pay for its self, and then I would be able to come home more often.

This could possibly be the end of me. DAMN DUDE! They are selling Ramen Noodles here is Zihua. This is the first time I have seen this item here. I am buying them with extreme caution, just a couple of packages each time I go to the store. Just imagine I go grocery shopping and I decide to buy a case of Ramen Noodles, do you have any idea how fast that would be gone? I think that in my state that a case of Ramen Noodles might only last a week.

I have know self control when it comes to food… the challenge for my starts all at the store, if I don’t buy, then I don’t have it, then I can’t eat it.

The other day my punk ass baked a batch of brownies; it took me less then 24 hours to eat the entire thing. I didn’t share any of them. I found myself awake in the middle of the night with a box of milk and the tray of brownies. SAKABO! The Mexican Lover is lucky he didn’t find my past out half naked on the floor with all of the food crumbs lying around me. That would be a sight for sore eyes.

I am just curious if we are doing are class reunion in our traditional way, as in just not doing it, or if someone has taken on the responsibility of heading up this committee. If so could someone let me know what is going on? I am more then happy to take on some of the responsibilities. I will stop working soon, because I am having another kid, so I will have plenty of time on my hands to help out with everything.

If know one else wants this responsibility I can be do it, but the class reunion very traditionally… as in it will be on Memorial weekend, Friday will be at Pizza Deli, Saturday The Ship Ashore, and Sunday will be family day at Loeb Park. If someone is already doing this let me know, if not I am happy to call and at least get the reservations in order.

If anyone has more email address of people from our class let me know or just go ahead and forward this to as many people as you would like.

The world really was coming to an end…. Last night The Mexican Lover and I went and saw X-Men III and then after we went to sleep the madness really started to set in. There was thunder and lightning like I have never experienced. It was on top of us, there was know pause in between the thunder and lighting… just madness! I don’t know why but I didn’t want to look out the window and see what was really going on. I don’t know if it was because I had just watched x-men or the fear that all the religious wackos might really be right this time. Who knows? This morning the rain, thunder, and lightning had all stopped, and we were all still alive, and everything outside is horribly ugly. My driveway has about 3 inches of mud, garbage and whatnot in it. The roads around my house are covered in large stones, and more mud. I am not sure where all of the rocks have come from; maybe there was a mutant or something throwing them into the streets. I wouldn’t be able to tell you because I was too much of a pussy to look out the window.

I need to write, I want to write.. I REALLY wish I were a better writer. I am not so good at organizing my thoughts. I start to ramble and well, that is just messy.

I need to welcome the rain to Zihuatanejo, when it is actually raining I am in heaven. I love the rain, maybe, for sure, because I grew up on the southern Oregon coast and all it does there is rain. When the rain stops the humidity is a bit much, and I know this is true because everyone has broken out with a funky rash caused by the humidity.

Tarzan has been given some fancy red rubber boots, that he chose to sleep in last night.

A few months ago I bought Tarzan a Mr. Potato Head… that he loves. Tarzan is starting talk more and more all of the time, and he will recite all of the parts of Mr. Potato Head… eyes, nose, teeth, manos.

He is so funny he is using whatever word is easier either in Spanish or English, and I also like to believe that he is a genius, because he also knows to say things in English or Spanish depending on the person he is talking to.

Tarzan was also at Trinity’s birthday bash yesterday and he was the only kid that was showing everyone that the cat door is not only good for cats, but also useful for small children to get in out of.

The rambling will continue on another day…..