Valentine

Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again.
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in.
Of all the many ways a man will lose his home,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.

True love, I knew some thought of leavin' you.
Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due.
Of all the many ways a man will break his heart,
Well there ain't none meaner than he pulls his own apart


Valentine, the destroyer, Valentine, you belong
In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on.
Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.


Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again.
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in.
Of all the many ways a man will lose his home,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.



Valentine, the destroyer, Valentine, you belong
In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on.
Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.
It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your Valentine is wrong.


Of all the many things that you've been countin' on,
Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.
No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.
No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on.

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¿QUIÉN SABE?

In the west behind me, the setting sun lights up the clouds over the last few days of the Carnival festival here in the Yucatan.  I'm stuck behind a computer after a day of heavy lifting and cerveza...both help to dull the mind.  I've got an offer to buy the place I've been trying to sell, and to be honest - I've got mixed feelings.  I'm elated to at least have some progress in the actual sale for Mike, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to roll just yet.  I've still got so much Spanish to learn, I need to take my motorcycle trip across Mexico and beyond, and I'd like to get my diving certification if time/money allows over in Playa Del Carmen with Nat.  I'm sure it will work itself all, it always does.

I'm having a love affair with a dog.  The longer I'm around Negrito, the more little nips he gives me on the back of my knee, the more burrs I pull out of his fur, with each swipe of the cats claws across his little black nose...the clearer it becomes that I'll probably cry when I leave him.  He started out as an emaciated insane scabby puppy tied to a tree, and has grown into a playful paint-covered (he slept up against a fresh white paint job) son-of-a-bitch (literally) that I can't get enough of.  I've never really had a pet before, and I'd wager that he's helped to soften up this ole heart a little.  Oh, and I promise to the Lord above that I'll cut Diego if he gets drunk and throws his machete at Negrito again.

We've been hard at work doubling the size of Diego's casita.  He was basically living in a 10' x 12' box with a window and a small bathroom for 6 years.  How great is that?  Bonus?  Toilet doesn't work.  There is a close group of friends living nearby that do construction, so I coughed up some dough to give them some work and Diego's family a place to sleep while they're here (God bless Hammocks).  It's going really well, we laugh a lot, speak only espanol, I get to lift heavy rocks and play music for the guys, etc etc.  I am getting really tired of playing La Bamba, but what can I do?  One of our favorite pastimes in between lifting rocks and slinging mortar is to sit in the casita, reading these odd periodicos scattered with scantily-clad mexican women and articles making fun of the policia, drinking cerveza out of plastic cups, and cheerfully postulating which one of is, in fact, the most homosexual out of the group.  I'll give you a hint - it isn't me (sorry KW).

While lifting one of those heavy rocks, I found mamascorpion with a bundle of babies on her back just hanging out.  Exciting you say?  Peligroso you say?  Probably more of the former, but we gave her the works for good measure after I snapped some choice fotos of her in compromising positions.  One of these little guys stung Negrito in the face like he was getting $50K a year plus benefits to do it, so we don't take chances.  We do, however, take tortillas...by the kilo, and it's great because a kilo only costs 14 pesos (tad more than a dollar) from the guy that drives by around lunch time.  It usually takes about 3 days for me to stuff a kilo of corn tortillas down my throat, so life is good.  Speaking of, I'm hungrier than a dosa.  I'll hablo con Uds. mas tarde.

Raw Fish

Chat with denise carroll

show details 2:37 PM (11 minutes ago)


2:34 PM me: denise
i'm going to give you one last chance
to come back to me

2:35 PM i'm eating ceviche de pescado

2:36 PM and it made me realize
that we should never have split up
problem is
i've got my eye on this girl that rents motorcycles in progreso
so there's a bit of a time constraint
call it a deadline

2:37 PM long story short
it's about 240 pm now central time
let me know by 247 pm mountain time
otherwise, I have to go with plan B

2:38 PM oh, and if it helps you make your decision either way

2:39 PM i spilled salsa and guacamole all over the front of my white Tee

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¿Sabes "La Bamba" en ingles?

I'm on a tiny couch, trying to decide what's more troubling at the moment - the netbook superheating on my crotch, or the two terriers barking and licking my face and ears like champs.  I'm crooning with Barry while the dogs howl along, and Sheila is trying to get some ridiculous Susan Boyle video to come up on Youtube.  Ahhh, Gringos.

Prior to this little stint online, I had a round of tequila with what seemed like every adult Mexican in the greater Progreso area to celebrate finishing the garage floor.  I'm sure you can guess whos bottle it was.  It was quite the eventful dia, mis amigos.  I built a firepit for Diego to burn trash in proper, ate Mexican food off the trunk of a car with my guitar slung around my neck, ran around the property with ninos in the wheelbarrow, heard tell that Negrito ate a baby duck (score!), contributed to the workers drinking on the job, found un gato en los cocos, etc etc.  Oh yeah, and a crab grabbed my finger and I bled...mucha sangre. 

Yesterday I relearned to ride a motorcycle (un moto).  Today I also met an attractive woman that rents motos, hopefully she has un grande para mi when I'm able to bail out of here for a bit.  I like this blog so far...it's basically me just listing things.  I love lists, and if you know me, you KNOW I'm schpeakin' the truth. 

 Para bailar la bamba,
Para bailar la bamba,
Se necesita una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti.
Arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba, por ti sere,
Por ti sere.
Por ti sere.

Yo no soy marinero.
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan.
Soy capitan.
Soy capitan.

Ba-ba-bamba,
Ba-ba-bamba,
Ba-ba-bamba,
Ba...

Para bailar la bamba,
Para bailar la bamba, se necesita una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti.
Arriba, arriba.

R-r-r-r-r, Ja! Ja!

Para bailar la bamba,
Para bailar la bamba,
Se necesita una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti.
Arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba, por ti sere,
Por ti sere.
Por ti sere.

Ba-ba-bamba.
Ba-ba-bamba.
Ba-ba-bamba

Behold - the Apocalypse (Diego dancing)


In closing, I'm pleased with myself at the rate I'm getting back into reading...I'm halfway through Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, after finishing a couple other quick reads.  When I was a nino, I couldn't put the book down.  Hopefully I get back to that level of "read"iness.