In appallingly horrible taste, I realize… but check a few of the previous posts…
In appallingly horrible taste, I realize… but check a few of the previous posts…
Yep. Yep. Yep. Cancun was the bombdiggety. I grew up on the Gulf of Mexico so connecting with the water always calms my soul. However, the Gulf coast where I grew up catching crabs with a chicken neck on a string is as sludgy brown as gumbo roux. The water of the beaches in the Mexico Riveria is so clear, it is always a surprise to taste the salt, and the powdered sugar sand feels soooo fine on your donut toes. God, is it pretty, and I breathe it with all of me.
One lazy day, I happily swigged 700 beers and 50 fruity thangs, smoked a whole pack of Marlboros, and even enjoyed a HUGE cheeseburger without even getting out of the pool once. Heh heh. As evidence of swimming and soaking all day everyday, my pink self is burnt to a crisp like a hot dog rolling around for days in the 7-11.
Partying aside, nature was generous with the Yucatán. In an inlet where Cortes killed thousands of Mayans, we went snorkeling through a shady spring-fed river that ran through a dense jungle of mangroves, treating our eyes to the underwater caverns and coves of fossilized reefs and massive rock formations. I am sure Mexicans for miles heard a yip blasting from my snorkel tube when I spied an uuuugleeee ugly colossal jewfish bigger than me!!! (I almost drowned — no lie.) Soon I became one with the fishes, drifting alongside 3-4 foot long neon parrot fish and schools of assorted neon and silvery whatchamacallits.
Ahhh…. Mexico. Although the country has been raped throughout time, none could steal its beauty. Before other ancient cultures even knew to plant or bathe, there were whole kingdoms in this paradise. Houseplants we baby in pots grow wild in those jungles. To me, Mexico is the most beautiful place in all of the Caribbean.
N-E-WAYZ…. back to the real world today. And the damned Aloe Vera gel!
That is all.
Wheeze loves me with a grace so pure, I could never be worthy or deserving. Her love is extravagant but simple, and it never wavers. My old dented heart is broadened by the smile of a little dog, tail-wagging with joy at the beautiful luxury of being alive. As fallible as I am, I am her hero. And Wheeze has no doubt she is my beloved. When I come in the house, I wiggle and dance at the first sight of her, just as she does for me! Dogs teach us that our love truly is a bounty *this* deep and *this* wide.
I wish humans were safe to cherish one another with our hearts soaring, just for a second. Unsullied. Unafraid. Unbound. We lavish our purest adoration in secret, stolen moments… while the other is unaware.
People are so dang goofy.
Just as goofy looking, really… Agony? Yes. Beautiful? Hmm. (NSFW)
http://www.beautifulagony.com/
Two yakking Femmes watching the Miss USA pageant on my teevee.
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h e l p
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grabbing my baybee when she walks past to rub that warm brown belly, skin so soft it feels like lingerie… or to cup sweet beloved cheeks hidden under that skirt. MINE! MINE!
Joy is… this fucking espresso… moony smooch smooch… where you been all my life?
Joy is… the stupid dog smile on the neurotic lil chi I got from a rescue years ago as he rolls over in the morning so his bald, pink, frecked belly can be properly rubbed … and remembering a time when this little scamp would not let a human near him.
Joy is… Gee’s sudden grin and the way her hair defies gravity in the mornings.
Joy is… babygrrl fondling her new summer clothes which are actually casual, NOT black nor velvet.
Joy is… all the perrenials I am spacing around, planning my garden for the years I hope I will have to enjoy it.
Joy is… a new kickass curving brick planter as a focal point from my deck, 3 foot high topped with a set of arched gothic-church-window-looking trellises that make the whole structure 8 foot high… very architectural. The bricks are antique and have been here since my house was built!
Joy is… knowing a guy who knows a guy. The electrician wanted $3000 to fix a scorch out in our electrical box, and then a neighbor’s friend fixed it in *5 minutes* yesterday for $75. BOOyah!
Joy is… laying in our comfy bed and sugaring all over my tiny grrl La Wheeze until she is absolutely overwhelmed with happiness and starts digging insanely in the sheets!
Joy is… the marketing materials for our company printed and ready to be stuffed into folders later today. A three-year dream reduced to zen precision on crispy white card stock.
Joy is… hearing my delicate flower snark from our bed in the other room and knowing she is stretching her pedicured Fred Flinstones like a kitty cat about now… and in a minute she will come sliding in here in flipflops with sex hair, bumbling “good morning”.