My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

how the 4th was won

It's been a few weeks since the school needed a break from raising my children which means I'm in full scramble mode.  What does this look like?  Well,  the last load of laundry I started I had to wash 3 times before I finally remembered to put it in the dryer before it icky-dried in the washer.  I'm not sure how long it's been since I washed my hair and this morning I drove to the grocery store instead of the pediatrician's office.

It's all good.  With McDonalds to the rescue, we will survive.

Hey, there was an opossum right outside our door the other night.  It was digging into a little catfood, not caring that we were 6 inches away, with just a little glass between us.  Nasty, craggly creature of the night...  It was awesome.

To celebrate the somewhat end of my seasonal allergies we went to a fireworks show last night.

For this to work with our entourage, we avoided crowds and stayed within 6 feet of the van.  When the booms began Garret slinked to the front of the van and peeked thru the seats.  Suzie narrated the many colors and shapes.  And Brenda ventriloquisted her dolls with comments of how never before has such a sight been sighted

So I've been told a few times, recently, that putting 2 spaces after the period is not proper.    You just put one space.     Just one.       I was born in the 70s and if my science is correct...      

This is AMERICA.      


Some day my maker may tell me why I got to land in a cushy, blessed, safe, stable country, in it's prime.  Surely it's not based on merit.  Surely I won the lottery when being handed my Earth assignment.  And surely, there's no worthy description of what I owe those who came before.  Those pioneers, warriors and dreamers lived for something so much more than themselves and I don't want to go through what they did.  Heck, I doubt they really wanted to go through what they did.


Ether 2:14
Happy 4th!

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

México es mágico

There is just no way I can tell all.  If you want it all, take me to lunch.  Otherwise, you'll have to be satisfied with the highlights.


And not "amazing" like us women tend to say about anything above average... 

It really was AMAZING.  

where lagoon and ocean meet in Akumal
I think I'm a pretty easy-to-please person, so Mexico didn't have to try so hard.  ...but it DID.

Valladolid cenote "Zaci"
My biggest surprise?  How much I loved the water activities.

Monica and I jumping (me first) into Ik Kil cenote (pictured in last post)

Tim and Monica (we brought them from home)

about to snorkel cenote "Dos Ojos"

Snorkel Mike!  SNORKEL!

Playa Del Monica.
 The water felt as good as the picture looks.

If I HAD TO pick my favorite activity (and I mean, life or death I HAVE TO PICK SOMETHING) I would say the underground river swim.

WHOA.  These dark tunnels, surrounding us with stalactites and -mites and bats and sights...

At one point the swim opens up above to show our depth.  Anyone seen Goonies????


How cute are we?

 At Xplor Fuego (cool park name, right?) we also jeeped, zip-lined and rafted.


The ruins should have their own post, but that would require more work on my part. 

So here you go-

Ek Balam

The ruins of Ek Balam are not too far from Chichen Itza but there is HARDLY ANYONE THERE!  We climbed and snooped and touched and camera-ed. 

 I believe we soaked it in as best as we could.

 Some of the entrances are fenced off to protect the carvings.  STUNNING.

temple doorway
jaguar teeth entrance

Chichen Itza was crowded, expensive, full of sales booths and HUGE.  

I've looked at pictures online, videos and read descriptions.  NOTHING compares to actually standing in front of the Chichen temple.  Totally worth the bother of the big park.

the Chich military building yard
I'm sorry there's not much description.  I look at one picture and am immediately overwhelmed at all I could tell.  Like how the fish in the lagoon looked as tho they have their own battery-powered neon lights and how silly I was crawling down the Ek temple while everyone else walked casually down.  (Hey, it was STEEP)  And how much FASTER a zip line goes when you're strapped to a bestie. 

I could tell about the shopping and the driving and the people and the buildings and the food. 


panuchos- my favorite meal

if only you could smell this picture!

But lets just get together and you'll regret asking and I'll lose my voice...

Cathedral of San Gervasi, Valladolid

we don't know how to pose for pictures

 Or better yet, just come with us next time. 

 Because we'll be back!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

How do you say TEASE in Spanish?

 Guys, I've been somewhere MAGICAL.

When my parents offered to watch our kids and give us access to their flyer miles.  My first thought was HOW FAR AWAY DOES SOUTHWEST GO???

We picked Cancun, Mexico and the Gods smiled upon us. 

The only thing we saw in Cancun was the airport.  I'm sure the city is lovely but ADVENTURE awaited.

I can be reached for powerpoint presentation scheduling because, obviously, there's too much to share in just a blog post.

JK, I'll post more.  Eventually.

spoiler alert-  We even had some friends tag along.

I know, right?

Monday, March 13, 2017

patenting the slurpee patch

Listen, Melissa, I am well aware that you are, and have always been, cooler than me.

I mean, I can't ever recover from that time we stood in that museum, staring at large photographs of Monet's French home and I asked you "How the HECK did he paint these?  They look like PHOTOGRAPHS!".

I would keep that quiet, but you have other dirt on me.  I know you do.

 And it's not like I don't have dirt on you.

....Jesse with his black leather jacket?  6th grade???  (That sounds suggestive and I totally mean it to, but not in a bad way, -in a cute, we were just kids, sort of way.)

Anyway.  Before I start a big battle of who's dirt is the dirtiest, I am conceding.  YOU, my friend have eternal cooler-than-me status.  

Her - me

I feel the need to blog about this because you left FB and once again I'm all a-flutter thinking how cool my friend is.  (I would leave FB too, but where else can I get a steady diet of funny cat memes?)

Mandy, me, Isaac, Jamie, Melissa (with a cool injury)  (and BTW- this picture is NOT from '89.  I'm not THAT old)
In the past 15 years we've been in the same room maybe 3 times?  Maybe?  And you tell me about fun stuff you're doing with your friends and I'd feel envious of those jerks that have your time.

Well I have my friends, my friend.  Good ones, too.  Crazy ones that know ACDC, travel to exotic places and text me jokes during church.

See?  I'm good. 

me, Melissa, Sara, and ummmmm...

But, Melissa-san, I want you to know, that I know.  With your wombat jokes, hero belt-buckles and ...your, your ...pineapple tidbits.

Remember that?  I named your car???  It wasn't even a cool name but, being cool, you went with it.

good grief.  even your hair was cool.

When was it that you drove across the country, by yourself, in your old gray car?  Man, I was in awe.  Was I away, in school?  Still trying to get comfortable with the washing machines? 

Speaking of being in college, when I met my room-roommate I thought to myself-  It's another Melissa!  I get a Melissa!

me, Deb
Of course, in college, you had your lunch box. 

sisters- Laura, Melissa, Becca

and we crashed a country line dance dressed in disco-

temporary tattoos and handmade bell bottoms are so cool

 and dedicated much time to our prestigious education-



But going back further, I steal the show.

Check out the DOUBLE THUMBS UP.

 Here we were hanging off the seat of a couch and blowing bubbles?  I got you beat.

 Same time, same place, we're too cool to go hang out with the other kids in the dance...

Melissa, Penny, Me, a guy's legs
 Here is where I thought I was too cool, but am actually lame.  BTW- Hi Mandy, Ted and Isaac!!!

How fun are these pictures?

I don't want to admit how much time I've spent going thru my old photo books and scanning them in.  It'd be cooler if you thought I just whipped this up while riding on my skateboard, listening to Weezer.  

....I'm watching old episodes of Felicity while working on this.  Felicity, Melissa.  How dumb is that?  I'm going to switch to The Office soon.  This is too dramatic.  Drama isn't cool.

giving me bunny ears was a cool move, my friend
I still believe that Seal, when being kissed by a rose on the gray, means that he's being kissed on a moldy waffle.

I still like to justify unrighteous amounts of ice cream after short little bicycle rides.

I still think wombats are funny.

I've told many people about our Slurpee patches, so we need to look into that patent ASAP.

I still have the elephant stuff you made me.  The ceramics, posters, comics and buttons... 

I still remember you sitting quietly with me, in the school parking lot, after I had backed out of the garage, without first opening the garage door (shut up, we're all stupid at some point) and I was wallowing in the dread of my parents noticing.  Remember? 

a copy of a copy of a copy, but worth it to see us goofing off...

Don't feel less cool if you can't remember a lot of this.  I bet you remember stuff that is gone from my mind.  Or heck, maybe I'm making half this stuff up.

The sports-field shack!  Do you have pictures of your mural????  I just remembered that.

While concluding this coolest-of-cool posts, I promise not to get too mushy.  That wouldn't be cool.  But bear with me while I mush just a bit.

I adore us.  I adore all of our history.  I adore the stories and quotes and schemes.  I see my little girl goofing off with her goofy-cool friend and smile thinking-

She has a Melissa.  She's going to be just fine.

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