Mexico Adventure Part I

I missed my flight. I worked weeks to find the perfect flight and time to arrive. Window seats, short flights, perfect arrival time... And then I missed my flight. (Okay, but it was on the ground and I was at the airport, so grrr.) So basically I got up at 3:50 this morning so that I could go the airport, run around to different concourses crying my head off trying to figure out how to get there, leave the airport unsatisfied and come home and sleep. That's my idea of how to start a perfect vacation. Well, now instead of flying through Denver to Cancun, I'll be flying Denver, LA, DC, Cancun.... All night long. And a window seat? I hardly think so. There goes my extra night of sunsets, being with my best friend, settling in before sight-seeing...
But you know what? At least I get to be there. My $2000 will not have been spent completely in vain. Extra adventures so far have included calling MCI to add international calling (they're located in the Philippines?!) so that I then could call the Iberostar to say please, please, let my party know I won't be there today. I attempted no spanish on this call. Once you attempt spanish, they take off at a million miles an hour and you're lucky to pick out one word! Easier in person, but on the phone? Anyway, after about 8 minutes, we figured it out. I hope. I can only hope.
And now, I'm off to the airport to try this again. Life is so... not perfect sometimes.

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I’m hurt. I’m hurt and it is manifesting in anger. First it was secondhand, in a way. I was mostly hurt because someone hurt one that I love. It was personal on a level even then, because it was hard to avoid hurting all involved. But it has become more personal. This person has decided to block me completely from his life and I have done nothing to deserve that, except be associated with a person he apparently finds it painful to remember. (Which is his own blankety-blank-blank fault.) He is not just blocking me from his life, he is erasing me from it. Any footprint I have left, he is dusting away. And how much more painful must this process be for the one who was closer to him? That thought pains me even more. He is insensitive and immature. I had not thought him to be. Well, if he is such, then good riddance. But the cleansing hurts, and he is not even aware.

Pathetic

This is so embarrassing, I don't know why I feel the need to blog it. Two days ago, I was watching Coriander (oh, that's the baby bunny) hop around the living room and it inspired me to a sudden episode of touch-your-toes. (Give that chicken fat back to the chicken!) My enthusiasm was so great that now, two days later, I'm in great pain. I think I pulled muscles in the back of both my legs. My hamstrings, I guess. How pathetic is that? I was actually pretty proud of myself for being able to touch my toes with such ease... but it was probably only momentum that was getting me there. Now I pay. Know a lot of people who have pulled hamstrings touching their toes in their living rooms? I'm just here to make you feel better about yourself.