Peñasco Recap

So, in order to keep my mind busy, I've decided that I will, indeed, fill you in on my travels during my absence from bloglandia.  This is installment one: Puerto Peñasco. 

So, for the weekend of my daughter´s birthday (which also happened to be Valentine's Day weekend), we decided to take a trip over to Puerto Peñasco (aka Rocky Point, to the gringos).  Just some background, since anyone not from Arizona may not be familiar with the area: Rocky Point is the major vaction spot for all the party-going college students from Arizona, since it is only about 3 hours from Phoenix.  All the 18-20 year-olds like to go down there to get drunk and act foolish.  Fortunately, they were not present in February.

We did, however, arrive just in time for the Pride celebration, which was hosted at our hotel.  Although happy that there were no college girls in bikinis to feel intimidated by, I was positively morose that there were transvestites/transexuals present that were absolutely more gorgeous than me. But overall, it was a really fun experience.  I just wish that we had been able to see the parade so could have taken some pictures. 

There was also a carnival going on across the street from the hotel, which made for one night of fun, and several nights of fruitless pleading from my daughter. Unfortunately, we did not go the first night when my favorite banda, Banda Limón, was playing. I can just imagine the looks on the locals' faces when they'd see this huera belting out Tantoooo pasadoooo, tantaaaaas cariciaaaas... mumble mumble mumble... Derecho de antiguedaaaaad. But I had really wanted to see them live.  We did, however, put our daughter's life at risk and let her go on several of the overpriced carnival rides.  I am not fond of portable carnivals at home, but the though of Mexican portable carnival rides made me slightly nauseous.  So David took her.  And the ferris wheel did not come crashing down, even with the two-seater chair that five people were squished into, or with the two lovebirds that were shamelessly and conspicuosly making out for the entire duration of the ride.  It did appear to be by pure chance, however, that the carousel stayed in one piece, but Alexia seemed none the wiser, so it was all good.

We also spent some time in the water.  The Gulf was still too freakin cold to do any swimming, but we did get in a water fight, resulting in me tackling David in the waves, and both of us with water and sand in our clothes.  Alexia tripped and fell in the water, and as a result, was kind of terrified of the ocean for the rest of the trip.  We did swim in the pool, though, which was nice, and we saw some beautiful sunsets.  

We of course had our share of Peñasco-style fun too.  After the baby was asleep, we split a bottle of Captain, much of which later ended up on the floor of the shower, sadly enough.  And after imbibing to the point of half-consciousness, David and I ended up spending some "private time" on the balcony.  Myself being, um, kind of clothing-impaired. Um... yeah.  For the record, I'm not usually the type to get super-drunk and do crazy shit, so this was slightly out-of-character for me.  And just about as mortifying as it was amusing in the morning.  Wow.

Health Update

So, against my usual judgement, I actually went to the doctor yesterday, and was reassured that my intestinal distress was probably just a virus, and that I should probably not drink the water upon my return to Mexico.  I also discussed the depression and anxiety that has been wreaking havoc on my life and productivity, and it was recommended that I try Wellbutrin.  However, because I'm on insurance through the state, I have to undergo a psych eval before they can prescribe it, so that's what I get to do today.  I'm not excited.  Without getting too in-depth here, let me just say that I spent 4 of my precious teenage years in therapy for a condition that I did not have, related to abuse that did not happen.  I am not in denial, I was literally led to believe that I had repressed memories, and got so confused, I hardly even trust my own mind anymore.  The world of psychology can be scary.  However, I hate failing or dropping all my classes each semester, I hate being distant with my daughter, and within the past month or two, I reached a point where I felt right on the verge of an intentional downward-spiral, and I have reached the realization that trying to do this own my own is not working.  And as much as the idea of being on psych meds pains me, if that is what is necessary for awhile, then so be it.

Moving right along... the doctor also agreed to oversee my impending attempts at weight loss (that have been impending for approximately 3 years now :-P), and I'm hoping that between my mental health issues being treated and my healthier lifestyle, my migraines and chronic stomach issues will start to disappear too. 

Also, I watched 'Girl, Interrupted' last night, mostly because I am in love with Angelina Jolie, however it was the wrong choice the day before being evaluated for mental illness.  Ah, well.  Wish me luck.

Much Love,

Jen

SB 1070

Oh yeah.  I forgot to mention all the craziness surrounding Arizona's new immigration law, and living in Phoenix, how much I effing hate this state.  More on that later, just didn't want to forget.

Peace.

Long Time, No See

So I know that I've been a horrible blogger and essentially disappeared for like sixish months, and I don't even have a really good excuse.  Since I'm prone to writing novel-length blog posts anyway, I will spare you all the recap that a good bloggie would write after all this time.  Suffice it to say that David no longer has a job at the fabrica (which sucks), we have now added Puerto Peñasco and Hermosillo to our list of Mexican cities visited (each of which really deserve their own post, but due to the lazy nature of this blog's creatrix, this is unlikely to happen at the present), been stopped by a crowbar-wielding federal and I am experiencing, for the first time in the (almost) year that I've been going to Mexico, extreme intestinal distress, which according to WebMD sounds like either giardia or hepatitis.  Although I never dreamed I would say this, I am really hoping that I have some rogue parasites in my body in lieu of liver disease.  I am guessing this is the case since my daughter was having similar stomach issues, and neither of us is an intravenous drug user, or having sex with risky partners.  Not to my knowledge, anyway. 

In other news, my daughter is starting to learn some Spanish (though not enough to satisfy her Machiavellian Tata) and loves running around and playing with the kids down there, even though they have no idea what the other is saying.  She has unfortunately also become fluent in radio skank, thanks to her half-sister and cousin, and possibly some indiscriminate music-listening by her mother.  She knows all the words to the super-annoying "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha, and has developed an equally provocative preschooler-dance to accompany it, the likes of which would probably be found on YouTube if I were one of those parents.  Soooo, I've had to revise my in-transit-to-daycare playlist.

Also, I dropped out of school, and decided to change colleges and career paths yet again.  I am now considering pursuing a degree in elementary education.  I figure it's the perfect path for a high-school-and-college dropout. Ah, well.

Anyways, just wanted to get something posted, but hopefully I'll be back later with more details about my recent experiences and perhaps some pictures.  Mexico never ceases to amaze me.

Ciao,
Jena D