Friday, December 07, 2007

Big News

I'm pregnant, which is VERY exciting. I'm just over 2 months along and, believe it or not, my belly already pokes out. I don't feel very good and I am so tired. I think being pregnant is like having narcolepsy. I just fall asleep any time or any place without the slightest warning. I'm also having a hard time eating because the baby only wnats macaroni and cheese and chicken strips. From what I've heard, all this yuckiness will pass soon and I'll start to fell better. I can't wait for that!
I gave notice at my job so I can finish up school in the spring so I'll be unemployed in a few weeks. I need to get a new job but I really need something working from home. If any of you know of anything like that, let me know.

Monday, October 29, 2007

West Coast Sunrise

I live out on a peninsula jutting out into the ocean which curves around and gives me an eastward facing view of the sunrise. This morning it was particularly breathtaking. Any of my California peeps who are missing the sunrise, come to my house at about 6:30 in the morning:

Friday, October 26, 2007

Bird Dog

My Dog, Lexi has always loved swimming but lately she's picked up an interesting new sport; bird hunting. The problem is that she's not a bird dog so she has no instinct for it and she's getting pretty old. She loves to chase after the seagulls that are peacefully floating in the harbor. She swims right up to them but, as she approaches, they lazily take flight and land again, 10 yards away. She follows them and this process continues until she is clear across the harbor. She's no spring chicken and she has arthritis now so I worry that she'll go too far and not make it back. To remedy this problem and allow her to keep swimming (which is very good for arthritis), I bought her a doggie life jacket.
She was confused about what to do with it at first but I showed her a duck out on the water and she took off after it. She swam around quite happily for a long time and, when I called her back, she made it all the way to shore with seemingly little effort. She even picked up a styrofoam cup that was floating on the water and brought it to me so I could throw it away. She's concerned about the environment! She's so cute!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Fire Pics

My coworker took these pictures from her home. I live by the coast so I'm not in any danger but where my office is located in East County, a lot of neightborhoods are being evacuated. I've been calling customers all day, every day to make sure they're ready to go. I've been so impressed and proud of my city for the willingness of everyone to help their neighbors. This really is a great city. 60,000 people are staying at Qualcomm stadium right now and there is no stealing, no fighting, no rape. On the news this morning they said there are officially more volunteers than evacuees. With over 300,000 people evacuated that means there are a lot of volunteers. I love San Diego! God bless us.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Fire in the Hills

San Diego's on fire again and it's a really bad one. Just an update for my friends, we're just fine. We have some freinds staying with us who were evacuated but the fire's not near us. Plus, we can just head out in the kayak if it gets too close.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Weight Loss Propaganda

I have a pet peeve that is becoming increasingly more annoying to me. It is women who feel like they have to look like a Jr. High student in order to be attractive. I don't think it's good to be fat and we have to take care of our bodies but a woman should look like a woman. All these movie stars with their sternums sticking out are such a strange ideal to me. In previous generations, a healthy woman was a sign of fertility and therefore attractive. Makes sense from a primitive standpoint, right? So, it seems very unnatural to me that the new standard for beauty is one that would preclude many women from being able to have children because of their lack of nourishment. When I'm at school, there are girls running around in skirts that are so short that their butt cheeks should be hanging out, but they're not, because these girls have no butt cheeks. I'm serious! Then, today, the straw that broke the camel's back:

I was reading a health article on Yahoo! that was suggesting drinking water only (no soda or protein shakes) as a way to cut calories and therefore lose weight. There were a myriad of comments from readers who were agreeing that this was a good way to lose weight. One woman's comment really struck me as yucky, "Gabreille is exactly right on! I've always been fit - and slim. In my late 40's I noticed I was putting on a little weight and that was NOT okay with me. I was exercising and eating well. I cut out soda - and lost 10 I'm back to weighing what I did in the 8th grade! Smart thing to do - easy and effective!" WHAT??!! What WOMAN should weigh as much as a 14 year old? They don't even have breasts yet!!! Why are we striving for this?? And starving for this?? Why am I feeling pressured to fit into my jeans from Jr. High? Whatever happened to the goal of "Getting back to my wedding weight?" It has been replaced with the goal of, "Getting back to my pre-pubescent weight." I tell you one thing; I am not on board. I will not be brainwashed! When women come to their senses and realize how unhealthy this attitude is, I'll be ahead of the game. I'll be the hotty in town with my curvy bum and double D's. Then they will be publishing health articles with revolutionary ideas like eating 3 meals a day.

Monday, October 01, 2007

My Apathy

On days when I don't have school, I try to go for a long walk in the morning to get some exercise. I usually go about 3 1/2 miles and it takes me about 50 minutes. Gabe has been going with me the past couple of weeks because he's not back to work full time and he's trying to build his strength back up. Last week, we were walking out by the harbor, past a boat repair shop. There is a half wall that surrounds the parking lot there. As we were about to cross the driveway, a man in a pickup truck turned left in front of us into the driveway and into a parking spot right next to the wall. We heard someone start shouting, "Ouch! Ouch! Oh my God!!" and we realized that the man in th pickup truck had run over the legs of a homeless man sleeping right next to the wall. We ran over to see if he was okay. It was all very shocking but what was even more disturbing was the reaction of these two men and the bystanders in the aftermath of the accident.

First, the man in the pickup truck: He didn't realize that he had hit the homeless man and was only alerted that there was a problem when he saw us running over. He got out of the truck and grumpily said, "What's going on?" We told him what had happened and pointed to the man still calling out on the ground. The first words out of his mouth were, "Well, that's not my fault. People aren't suppose to sleep there." He didn't say, "Is he okay?" or "Call 911." He instantly started trying to cover his own ass. He didn't show the least bit of sympathy or concern.

Second, the homeless man: After the truck ran over him, he cried out for a minute and attempted to sit up. He seemed really disoriented. He was clearly not capable of caring for himself because he was dirty, skinny and had dried pee all over himself. As he came to some level of consciousness and realized that there were about 6 people standing around watching him, he quieted down and gained some composure. He said, "Does anyone have a cigarette?" We all answered no and he said, "Does anyone have a dollar?" We all answered no again. He laid down and went back to sleep.

Third, the reaction of the crowd, including Gabe and I: With the exception of the man who actually ran over the homeless man, Gabe, myself and another, older couple who had been walking by were very concerned. We all crowded in close to this man and tried to find out if he was okay. But, no one, including myslef, made any move to touch him. I didn't even consider lifting up his pant leg to look at his ankle until Gabe and I talked about the incident later. And, once he began asking for money and smokes, we all quickly dispersed and went on about our day. Later, Gabe said that we should have called the ambulance but it seriously didn't even cross my mind until a couple hours after we got home.

I think this all goes to show how apathetic people in my city have become towards homeless people. The homeless themselves seem largely like empty, shells of people existing only to get one more cigarette. The people in the city seem to have retreated from aid and just try to look the other way whenever possible. I could try to redeem myself by listing all the times Gabe or I have given these people money or bought their dinner when they were standing outside a restaraunt we were going into. But that's not the point since, obviously, our sympathy has a limit. It seems like I didn't really see this man as a person, but as half a person. I would've reacted much differently if the person who had been hit had been a clean, familiar member of my community. I would've helped him up and made sure he could walk. I would've called 911 or given him a ride to the hospital or home in my car. But when I saw the condition of the man who had been hit, it's like I automatically downgraded the seriousness of the situation. Isn't that so sad?

Monday, September 24, 2007

New Apartment

There's really no reason to post pictures of the inside of our new apartment because it's just tiny and average. We have no view because we're in a flat behind a bigger house but we do have a little back yard where we can sit and eat dinner. The important thing about our new place is that it's right on the harbor, about 20 yards from the water. I LOVE IT! We live in a cul de sac that ends at the water and there are hardly any other people who use the beach. I love to go walk down there with the dog and Gabe and it's just quiet and pretty. The pictures I posted were taken on a Friday afternoon at around 5 pm. Notice that there are no other people in the pictures. Pretty sweet digs, huh?

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

A Funny Email My Mom Sent Me

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.
I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About My Pets

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)

3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Usually come when called
5. Never drive your car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends

7. Don't smoke or drink
8.Don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

Friday, September 07, 2007

My Update

Just when you think it can't get any worse.... just days before my husband was ready to go back to work part time, his service truck with all of his tools on it was stolen from in front of our house... the day before we were set to move out. We went out in the morning to load up and get the hell out of Dodge and the truck was just gone, along with Gabe's livelihood. The Sheriff found it last night a couple cities over but it was just the cab and chassis, the utility bed and tools were gone. The good news is that we had it all insured for the most part so we just have to wait for all that to pay out and he can start getting set up again. And the fact that Gabe is even kind of ready to go back to work after his burns is a real blessing. It could be worse but it puts him out of work for at least a couple more weeks and I just went part time at my job so I could handle my very heavy class load.

The good news is we're getting settled into our new house. It's REALLY tiny but it's right by the water (like 20 yards away). We should be able to live comfortably there until we have a baby; then we'll have to find something else but hopefully we'll be able to buy a place by then. The bad news is I can't post any pictures of it because my camera broke. Hopefully the insurance will give us enough money that we can squeeze out a used kayak off the top so we can row around the harbor where we live. We're going to get a doggie life jacket so Lexi can come with us. Free entertainment! It could be worse and it'll get better...

Monday, August 27, 2007

The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.

In these days of catchy hybrid names like "Brangelina" and "Bennifer" there's a new kid in town; the pluot. I brought some back to the office today for lunch. I picked them out myself and when I walked through the door with them my coworker said,
"What is it?"
I said, "It's a pluot."

She said, "What?"

I said, "A pluot, it's fruit."

She said, "Are you speaking French to me?"

I said, "No, it's a pluot. It's a mix between a plumb and an apricot and I've heard they're really good. Try it."

We ate them and it's true that they are good but I don't see anything special. They just taste like red plumbs. I really see no difference except the inside is a pretty red that fades to yellow. The pluot's only advantage that I can see is that it's more aesthetically pleasing than a plumb. It was kind of a disappointment because a plumb would've cost a lot less.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Getting My Creative Juices Flowing

Yesterday was my first day back at school for what will be my biggest semester ever. I want to graduate in May so I'm taking 18 credits this semester in order to prepare for that. I am an English major with an empahsis on literature so all of my classes feature a great deal of reading and writing. Usually on the first day of class, the professors like to ask us for a writing sample that they have us spend 1/2 an hour on during the first day and hand it in on the spot. This helps them get an idea of our literary voice and plan their classes accordingly. In my first class, the teacher asked us to write about our relationship to the war in Iraq so I wrote about my brother who's in the Army. My second professor of the day had the funnest idea: He wrote a poem on the board with blanks in it and asked us to fill in the blanks with our own words, kind of like a Mad Lib. Here's what he put on the board:

Fanatics have their dreams........................
.................................................and the savage too
Guesses at Heaven.................................................
For only Posey can tell her dreams......................

Here's what I came up with:

Fanatics have their dreams, each with their own obsessions
The civilized, the blissful and the savage too
Guesses at Heaven are still just guesses
With no certainty of reward for deeds done
As an after-thought with no goodwill abounding
For only Posey can tell her dreams in times like these.

Now you guys try it. Fill in the blanks with your own poetry and show me what you come up with. Class is in session!

Monday, August 13, 2007

Four Eyes

I'm going back to school next week and I've been making preparations for my 18 credit semester. I've been having trouble with my eyes the past year, especially at the end of the day and it's been giving me headaches. I went and had an eye exam on Saturday and got myself some reading glasses. They cost $250 bucks and I got them on sale and with discounts and stuff!! I had no idea glasses were so expensive. I wish I could have passed on them but my eyesight keeps getting worse and I really need to be able to see for school so I just gritted my teeth, threw out my grocery list and bought them. Here's to my first step in becoming a grandmother. Don't I look wise?

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Literary Bon Vivant

Gabe's home from the hospital. He's still pretty sore and really tired but he can walk a little ways now (at least to the bathroom and back) and his skin is healing very nicely.

On a lighter note: I started another blog for me to post book reviews on. I read A LOT of books and I think this will be a good way for me to catalogue what I thought and my first impressions so I can show it to others students and possibly future employers. It will be kind of boring but check it out if you're interested:

Friday, July 27, 2007

Hotel Hospital

Gabe's extended stay at the hospital has transformed our life into a blur of work, hospital and sleep. Well, just hospital and sleep for him. They expect him to be in there for a couple more weeks so we're trying to make the best of it. I've read a couple books, including the new Harry Potter and we watch movies and do crossword puzzles. Here's some pics of the hospital stay. I have updated pics of the burns but I'm worried it's too gross for the general audience. If any of you are medically inclined and dying to know the extent of the damage, let me know and I'll email them to you. It's pretty amazing what that sunburn looking wound from the first day turned into. Fire, bad!

Gabe and I chillin in his room. He's so tired.

Gabe and his wonderful nurse, Dan. He's handsome, smart and single. He's looking for a nice girl. Any takers?

Gabe has a little infection going so I have to wear a mask during scrubs to prevent the spread of germs. I'm a little chlostorphobic so it makes me crazy!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Burn Update

You know how sometimes, when you spend the day out in the sun, you feel fine when you get home but as evening hits, so does your sunburn? Moral of the story: Burns take a while to present themselves. The burns on Gabe's legs in the previous post were 3rd degree by the time he was admited to the hospital on Friday night. We've been there all weekend scrubbing, dressing, crying and sleeping and we're not nearly done. It looks like Gabe will be in bed 2 weeks and out of work at least a month. He's in a lot of pain and he's exhauseted. I'll spare you the updated photos for those of you who are squeemish but, trust me, he needs prayers.

Friday, July 20, 2007

My Husband Freaks Me Out

My husband is the most unlucky person I know, which is strange because I'm really lucky. He always gets pulled over, even when he's not speeding, he always has his business deals messed up by strange, unseen problems and he never picks the right line at the grocery store. He is a mobile auto mechanic and has all the tools he needs to fix cars stored in a utility bed on his truck. This morning when he was on his way to work he saw a motorhome on the side of the freeway that had caught fire. The family who owned it was standing there freaking out so he pulled over to help them. He took the fire extinguisher off his truck and started spraying the engine to put the fire out. Here's where his luck ran out; something (he's not sure if it was the propane tank or a fuel line or what) blew up and sent flames bursting out of the vehicle and singed the first layer of skin off his legs from where his shorts end to where his socks start. He looks like he layed in a tanning bed about 48 hours too long. Poor baby.

Monday, July 09, 2007

My First Publication

I got my first story published in an online magazine this week. Nothing big but they gave me $100 and my first official byline! Check it out:

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Ghetto Living

When my lease was up at our beach apartment last month we were thinking about buying a condo. Since we hadn't picked one out yet we decided to stay with my mom and dad for a couple weeks until we figured out what to do. We must be bad luck because they decided to get divorced and my mom moved out into her own apartment. My dad asked us if we can stay there for a couple months to help him with rent and we said sure. We now live about 5 miles east of the coast in a little bit rougher part of town. Our street is very quiet and all the homeowners are clean and respectful but the outlying neighborhood is not a place I would go walking at night. Here's the news from SD last night:
A manhunt continues Thursday for a possible kidnapping suspect who was involved in a police pursuit Wednesday night.The chase ended with the suspect rolling his van near Interstate ***and *** Avenue in (Name of my neighborhood). He then took off on foot, and police were unable to locate him. A portion of south Interstate *** was temporarily closed, and traffic backed up while officers searched the van for evidence.No description of the suspect is available at this time.
By 11pm there were about 10 police cars on my street and officers and K-9s were scouring our block. They shined lights in our windows and helicopters were swooping overhead. The police even came in and had a look around our house and yard. It was scary and exciting. Gabe loves police stuff and he can't help but get involved. He stood out on the front porch periodically trying to listen to what their radios were saying. We didn't get to go to bed until aroud 2am when they moved the search to the next street over. Crazy!
I'm definitely homesick now. I miss my apartment where the only sounds I heard were the college kid parties and the murmurs of the tourists and I knew all my neighbors.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Divorce Part II

Not to beleaguer the point but I have more commentary on divorce. I seem to have a preoccupation with it lately as I see some of my loved ones struggling in their marriages and my head is constantly filled with anxiety over the issue. I know couples who are in the process of splitting up who still hang out together every day. They talk about everything and even have date night still, even go on vacations together. I can see the point of all of this if they were still in the process of working on the marriage but once papers have been filed it seems to just be dragging out the pain. Besides, if you can stand to be best friends shouldn't you be able to make a marriage work? I hope I'm not asking for lightning to strike me and show just how difficult marriage can be when compared to friendship but it seems to me that liking each other is the biggest obstacle to overcome. If you can maintain a genuine affection for each other surely you can work out the other areas. It breaks my heart to see people who really compliment each other and who seem to be a good match hurting so badly over a separation. I'm sad. I think I need a vacation with my husband to just think about fun stuff for a while. Who would like to pay for the trip?

Friday, June 15, 2007

A boy's first time..

A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night& have dinner with her parents. Since this is such abig event, the girl announces to her boyfriend thatafter dinner, she would like to go out & make lovefor the first time. Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sexbefore, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get
some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his firsttime & the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know aboutcondoms and sex.

At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how manycondoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, orfamily pack. The boy insists on the family pack because hethinks he will be rather busy, it being his firsttime & all. That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parentshouse & meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'mso excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!"
The boy goes inside & is taken to the dinner tablewhere the girl's parents are seated. The boy quicklyoffers to say grace & bows his head. A minute passes, & the boy is still deep in prayer,with his head down.10 minutes pass, & still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, thegirlfriend leans over & whispers to theboyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."
The boy turns, & whispers back, "I had no idea yourfather was a pharmacist."

Thursday, June 14, 2007

What's the Glory of Living?

Everyone I know is getting divorced!!! It's so diheartening. Several people that I'm close to are considering or already in the process of getting divorced right now and it's crazy. I'm a newlywed so I feel great right now but divorce is really beginning to feel like an inevitability when I continue to see couples who have stuck it our for 10, 20 or even 30 years decide to throw in the towell. Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore? It's like death; everyone dies. It's just a question of what kills you in the end. Everyone gets divorced. It's just a question of what the last straw turns out to be. I know it sounds silly coming from a divorcee but people seem to give up way too easily. I'm normally a raging optomist but I'm feeling a little deflated on the whole traditional family thing. It seems the very thing I'm working towards is quickly becoming extinct. I guess I'll just put my nose to the grindstone and hope for the best. Still, I sometimes feel like a happy marriage is just a naiive person waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Surf's Up

Last Sunday I had some free time after church so I took my new surf board out and gave it a try. I promised I would post pictures of me surfing once I went but the problem is that I suck at surfing. Appearantly I suck even more on my new board. It's very light weight and I couldn't keep it under me. I didn't stand up at all. I just paddled and paddled and wore myself out. I'm going to need way more practice and some surf lessons to break this one in. Progress report to follow.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Report Card!!

I had a rough semester with working full time and taking 15 credits but I came through fine. I just want to brag a little. Here's my report card for the Spring semester:

  • Global Literature: A
  • English Literature: B
  • US LIterature: B+
  • Literary Commentary: A-
  • European Cinema: A

    Mom, print these out and hang them on the fridge!

Monday, May 14, 2007

School's Out for Summer!

I realize that no one reads my blog anymore, probably because I don't post on it enough, but I still like to write in it.
I just finished school for the summer and I'm looking forward to a little time off. I'll still be working but the thought of having my evenings to myself is very refreshing. I have a couple of goals for the summer that should keep me busy. The first is to get some articles published in magazines or the newspaper or whatever in an attempt to build some kind of writing portfolio that I can give to potential employers. The second is to learn a foreign language (probably French since I've already had a couple years of that but maybe Spanish because it's acutally useful) and test out of it at school so I don't have to take the classes. The problem is I need 3 semesters of a foreign language but I only have 2 semesters of school left. I really need to pass the equivelancy test so I don't have to worry about those classes.
Gabe was laid off from work so he just started his own mobile auto repair business and it's going really well. He's been working really hard and his knuckles are all cut up. We decided to put of buying a condo for at least 6 months in order to give him the time to get that up and running. I'm kind of sad because I'm tired of renting but you can't win 'em all.
My sister and her family just moved closer to us for the summer so I'm sure I'll be spending a lot of time hanging out with them. We took the babies to the beach yesterday and it was so much fun! I wanted to go surfing this weekend to celebrate my new found freedom but I had a tetanus shot on Friday that has made my left arm FREAK OUT. It's all swollen and it's too sore to swim so my new surf board remains in pristine, wax free condition. It's so sad.
That's all the news with me. If anyone has any tips on how to learn a foreign language in 3 months time, let me know!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I'm wasting my time in college. All the things I need to know I could've learned from Ed:

Eddie Silva is a retired Dallas Police Lieutenant who decided to move to the country outside Dallas and do a little farming. Being a cop may have been easier and safer.

*Ed Silva Ropes a Deer
An excerpt from the diary of the newly found "Gentleman Farmer" Ed Silva:

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and Pat and I would have it processed and eat it. Of course, the first step in this adventure was getting a deer.

I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home. Pat was skeptical, but silently agreeable.

That should have said something to me, that is her being quiet about something, having no opinion or story about a previous incident.

So, I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up. 3 of them.

I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it. It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling
it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.

The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.

At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared
some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder, a little trap I had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go.

A deer bites you and shakes its head, almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously
such trickery would not work.

In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me

Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I
finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op feed store. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like heaven. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened" I have never seen any law in the State of Texas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law
enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal.

I swear. Not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did. Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event.

I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the heaven out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something. EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth).

For several weeks people dragged their kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider, a "city folk", I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the ding-batt that tried to rope a deer."

Well that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. - Henry David Thoreau

Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above....and a thing called love. I know I've mentioned this before but I LOVE SUMMERTIME. I am so happy right now because the weather's getting warmer and the days are getting longer. I really think the quality of my relationships are improved when daylight savings time ends because I have more time to spend with the people I love. In the winter, when I get home from work it's already dark so all we do is make dinner and watch a movie (and snuggle, which I also love). Lately we've been going for bike rides and walks after dinner. I have turned exploiting all the daylight hours into an art form in years past and am looking forward to contiuing the cycle this year. I might not be able to afford to go to school this summer and I'm kind of relieved. Instead I will be able to spend my afternoons down at the bay reading Thoreau, a man after my own heart. I also plan to really learn to surf. This is step one of my backup plan for when I don't graduate from college and need to find a better job with no education. By the end of the Summer I should be professionally sponsored by a surf brand such as Roxy or O'Neill which will allow me to quit my job and tour the country on my surf board with my dog and husband in tow.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Get your own pictures!

Hello! My wedding pictures are ready so anyone who wants to look at them can at The password is fanuel. If you want to purchase pictures from this site, you're welcome to. It will have you fill out shipping info and the pictures will come right to your house. For those of you in town, I will have all the proofs on a disk by next week and you can print them that way if you want.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Honeymoon IV: Puerto Vallarta and the Wrap Up

We spent Thursday of our honeymoon in Puerto Vallarta which was my favorite place. The city is really clean and nice. Out of the 300,000 people that live there, 15,000 are American so the city is pretty wealthy by Mexican standards. They even have Nissan and Ford dealerships. During the day we went on a hike in the jungle and had lunch at a little restaraunt up there and at night we went out to a private island and had dinner and saw a show. It was a great day and we will definitley be going back to spend more time in Puerto Vallarta.

This is a picture of me and Gabe on the hiking trail in the jungle. You could so get lost in there!

We followed this river all the way through. It ran through the jungle like a terrace, creating different pools on it's way. It was so beautiful!

After our hike, we stopped for lunch at a place called El Eden. It's a little restaraunt built into the side of the mountain right above the river at the side of a pool. You can swim in the pool there and all the dining is outside. They even cook the food outside. Their claim to fame is that this is the area where the movie "Predator" was filmed. All of the signs leading up to it say (in Spanish), "Welcome to El Eden, home of the Predator." They even have one of the helicopters from the movie on display in the middle of this beautiful place. It was so funny because the people there would ask us where we're from and when we told them California, they would ask us, "Do you know Arnold Schwartzenager? He was in the Predator. If you see him, tell him we said 'hello'." They love Arnold there. Here's the helicopter "monument."

We weren't very hungry so we just had quesadillas for lunch but Gabe ordered a margarita. We couldn't believe how big it was. We had to take a picture. He said it was really strong too.

This is the pool that the restaraunt is next to. You can swim in there and the rocks at the back right side serve as a water slide.

Driving into the jungle, we had to take a bus up a NARROW road with a cliff to one side. Our amazing bus driver is a gray haired, blue eyed native of Puerto Vallarta. All the people there think he looks like Bill Clinton so they call him Bill. I decided to have my picture taken with the President.

The island we went to for dinner can only be reached by boat. As we approached, we could see that the whole thing was lit by candles and torches and there were men standing on the rocks at the waters edge, blowing on conch shells to welcome us. You wouldn't believe how loud it was. The rest of the pictures didn't turn out too good because it was getting dark but you get the idea.

The sign says "Welcome to Las Caletas" and this couple led us to our table. We had the best food ever there. Grilled Mahi Mahi and all the extras with chocolate pie and cheese cake for dessert; all prepared on the island without the use of electricity.

After dinner we sat in an outdoor amphitheatre and the residents of the island put on a show. They beat these huge drums and played homemade instruments. They did all different kinds of dancing too, including a fire dance. I felt as though I could be sacrificed to their Pagan gods at any minute but they let me get back on the boat when it was over.

On the way back to our cruise ship, the guides hosting us on the boat had a little party. They had a full open bar and put on their own production of "Mexican Grease." One of the male tour guides dressed up as Olivia Newton John, sporting toilet paper breasts, and another as John Travolta. They were actually really good dancers. It was hilarious.

We spent the last two days on the boat, heading back to LA. We participated in some of the planned activities but for the most part, we just took it easy and entertained ourselves. Gabe tried on my sun hat one night before dinner and it looked so nice, I thought I'd get a picture. He wouldn't wear it at the pool though. It makes him look like an explorer or something, "Dr. Livingston, I presume?"

You're assigned to a specific table for dinner and eat with the same people every night on the ship. The people we ate with were fantastic and we had so much fun with them.

Before the wedding, my bridesmaid gave me a "Naughty or Nice" bridal shower. I mostly just got a bunch of lingere and Victorias Secret gift cards but one girl brought me a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I thought it would be funny to pack them in our stuff so Gabe could find them when he was unpacking. After we got on the boat, our luggage was suppose to be delivered but it still wasn't there by 10pm. I threw a little fit and they located our baggage. Turns out my impatience was unwarranted because security had held my baggage, stating that we were carrying illegal paraphernalia. They had x-rayed the baggage and just thought they were normal hadcuffs. It was a little embarassing but mostly funny when they made me open my bags myself and hand over the furry ones. We decided they make a good story so we went to security and claimed them when we got home. We're going to hang them on the wall above our bedroom door when we buy a house.

So, to summarize, great wedding, great honwymoon, great husband, great life.