¿Porque una Lima?

Una Cerveza con Lima..., originally uploaded by scoobers1.

I was sitting on the porch in 80+ degree weather with a nice cool breeze in my hair, feet up, getting ready to enjoy my ice cold beer when I noticed a million eyes staring up at me from the rim of my drink. This got us talking about why limes are always present in a beer in Mexico.

Here are the Top Five reasons for the lime:
5. Simply, it is a Mexican tradition. Viva una lima!

4. Lime placement is a garnish, a touristy gimmick that makes the beer look muy bonita.

3. The lime acts as a beer-swiffer that keeps the top of your beer free from sand, dust and dirt.

2. A squeeze of a lime masks the skunk in Corona, adds flavor to the bland and makes a great tasting XX oh-so refreshing!

1. The tiny wedge will keep unwanted pelican-crap-and-dead-sea-creature-bacteria laden flies out of the mouth of your beer!

A toast to Numero Uno! Shoo-flies and Salud!

I'm Going Camping!

(it's a title you have to SING!)


I'm going caaaaaaaaamping!
Gonna eat burnt hot dogs on a stiiiiiiiiiiick!
Maybe do some swiiiiiiiiiiiiiming!
Gonna pee on some leeeeeeeeeaves!

Bye! Have a great weekend, everyone!
To do list to follow...

Monsoon, Come Hither!

Dust Storm, originally uploaded by scoobers1.

Getting ready for work, I took a shower and could not dry off, was sweating despite the AC set at 70 and wished I had turned the water to COLD. A beep and a ticker flashed across the bottom of the evening news. The National weather service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning. Yay!
I got in my car and the temperature registered 107 degrees.
There was a red wall of dust headed my way and I have sand in my eyes and nostrils.

So, weather woman, you say the monsoons are coming. Day after day the dew point creeps closer and closer to the real thing. You say we need three consecutive days at a specific dew point to get there but each day on what should be day three, we start back at square one. Drat!
Half of the Arizona desert rose into the atmosphere last night and was followed by a sad attempt at a rain storm. The lightening from the 12th floor was impressive. I wish I had my camera.
When I left work in the morning, the sun burned out my retinas and I was dripping with sweat again. When I got to my car I could barely see through the mud on my windshield.

What happened to the deluge that we were threatened with?

That's it, weather woman. If I want it done right, I will do it myself!

I will do a rain dance! I will play a rain stick! I will pray to the Rain Gods. Consult a rain-maker...

I WILL WASH MY CAR!

I Can't Even Name This Post

A Toast to Jenni's friend, Catheroo

I got home late from work today and am so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. Even though I know I should be in bed it kills me to think that daylight hours are wasted away by barely sleeping, working, and barely sleeping again... despite the fact that this 7 day work week is the sacrifice I make for wanting to take two vacay's in one month. Ok... I asked for it.
Forcing myself to stay awake to maintain somewhat of a 'normal' person's life, I am outside (it is currently 101 in sunny AZ), drinking my drink and catching up on blogs. This is relaxing for me.
Jenni's page is so cute. It looks like "E" may have an "ET" toe like my sister. I love it. There may be a picture posted later... she will not like it but her toe will maintain its anonymity.
There is a fly that keeps landing on my leg and I am going to swat the _ out of it in a second if it doesn't stop.
L was is another accident this week and totaled the camper. No one was hurt but I hate that I heard it from my mom two days after the fact. I emailed her. Everyone is okay.
It's f***ing hot out here.
Random memories come to my mind time to time and a lot of them have to do with Gramma Mary. Blogs are becoming a means to logging my memories (inaccurate as they may be). I remember Gramma Mary's cold, wet kisses that smelled like Milwaukee's Best.
Damn fly. I need to keep flyswatters in every room like she did.
Did I mention it's hot?
Vegas this weekend! I can't wait! It will be my first real visit as the first time I was there, I was 19 and with my boyfriend, just driving through back from CA to AZ. My friend 'J' and 'S' have everything planned out which I am grateful for since I would be at a loss... hopefully not at the tables. I will be 34 on Sunday, even though MySpace thinks that I am already.
We fly back on Monday night. Tuesday AM I am driving down to Tucson to stay with my parents. Jenni and Co. will be there and I get to see her after ... 10 years? Seriously, has it been that long. I can not believe that. Plus! I get to meet the whole family! So excited!
Two more nights of work and then my vacation begins... I think I can...
Work sucks this week. I love my job but sometimes I think that management just doesn't get what a a staff nurse does during a typical shift at night. Patients do NOT sleep. We do NOT sit around. They are just as sick at night as they are in the day time. I think this misconception is one of the reasons we are continually understaffed with CNA's (God bless 'em) and called into the office for 'a discussion' when we end up working overtime. That's it... no more about work. I can't even think about it. I have to be back in 7 hours and need to sleep.
Shoo fly!
It's too hot to lounge outside.
Finally, a toast, to Jenni's friend, Catheroo. I clicked her link after reading Jenni's post and saw she was blogging & drinking her Fat Tire before bed. A toast to a great weekend for all... Happy Independence Day! Have fun and be safe... nitey nite for now.

Adventures in Rocky Point

This weekend we took one of our summerly trips down to RP and my friend 'J.D.' and I decided to take a short walk to Phase III of Las Palomas. Rumor had it that they had built a new pool area and the building next door had been completed since the last time we'd been down. The walk was to be brief enough that 'J.D.' did not put sun screen on... She would realize that this was a mistake.
We made it maybe a quarter of a mile, which in the heat felt like three, when this cute kid, swim goggles in hand, approached us from the opposite direction. He appeared to be 4th or 5th grade, but what do I know since I don't have kids. Anyway, we said hi to him and asked if he was okay. He said, "Yeah, I'm fine", and started to walk away when his face got suddenly long, "I can't find my family". Apparently, he had been swimming and drifted down the beach. When he got out of the water he did not recognize anything.
He didn't know where he was staying but 'J.D.' noticed that he had a bracelet on with the name of his hotel.
We were on a mission... we proceeded to walk him back in the opposite direction knowing that all of the other condos were at the far end of the development. On our trek he talked to us about where he was from, his two sisters, cousins, his mom (who apparently had some sort of eye problem and was unable to drive), his dad's job, his XBox...
When we finally made it near to where he was staying a frantic woman came running down the beach towards the three of us, with several security/police officers close behind. When she finally let the boy go, caught her breath and was able to talk she told us that she was his aunt. His mom soon followed. If the sun had not sucked all the fluid from my body, I probably would have been bawling. She was so relieved to see him and couldn't stop hugging and crying on him.
With "T" safe with his family, 'J.D.' and I had to find another way back because walking was NOT an option at that point. Then a nice Mexican man, we'll call him Banana Boat Guy, offered to give us a ride back in the boat... the banana boat. We handed our mucho expensive digital cameras to BB Guy, donned our floaty gear and hopped up onto the giant floating banana. This is when my bikini bottom and I decided to part ways and I ended up bare-ass to face with BB Guy. Nice. Gracefully, I flopped up and over the banana seat and into the middle area of the boat. I can honestly say I have not laughed so hard, in so long, as we did on the way back in the middle of that boat, bouncing along trying desperately to keep our cameras safe.
Lastly, we made a plan to get back to shore while keeping our cameras dry. I jumped off of the boat, directly onto the rocky reef below (ouch!), grabbed the cameras and rode the waves into the beach. Picture it, I am crouched like a crab, my life jacket like floaty-shell, crawling along the rocks, riding the waves. My left arm is full of flip-flops & sarongs, my right arm far above my head with the cameras. All I can hear from behind me is 'J.D.' yelling, "BIG WAVE COMING!"
If only I was a people watcher on shore....

Yay!

handstand silhouette, originally uploaded by scoobers1.

I am leaving for Rocky Point...... riiiiiiiiight........ : ) NOW!

Have a great weekend!