Let’s see how far we’ve come.

31Dec07

2007 started out shaky.  I spent the New Year’s holiday moving for the second time that year.  I was living with a man who was emotionally retreating farther and farther away from me with no explanation, a fact I was so ashamed of that I only let my pillow catch me crying. 
I gritted my teeth, and with more hope [...]

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Perhaps I could get into a research study or something.

31Dec07

Valancy Jane – “Do you suppose it’s a side effect of either my illness or the meds that I can’t stop listening to Love Train by the O’Jays?”
Salesguy J – “I think it’s it’s own illness.”
Valancy Jane – *turns up the volume*
*rocks out*
Salesguy J – “That needs meds.”

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Due to a misunderstanding (and let’s just say it wasn’t MY fault) ….

31Dec07

…. About whether it was me or my neighbors who were moving, I arrived home on Sat. after three, THREE flight delays, sicksicksick, to a lack of running water.  I was so upset I cried.
But apparently when I said it was better to be sick on vacation because at home I’d be alone, I seriously underestimated my [...]

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Flight delayed.

29Dec07

Nothing to do but read In Touch and drink awful beer.
I would be handling it so much better if I wasn’t sick as a dog.

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People say it sucks to get sick on vacation.

28Dec07

But hey, if I was home Rose wouldn’t be here to make sympathetic noises, and Little Nick wouldn’t be here to make midnight runs to the vending machine for hard candy to soothe my throat and D the waitress wouldn’t be here to open the palapa’s kitchen just to make me some tortilla soup.
So really, [...]

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A Christmas Story

25Dec07

Last night was supposed to be karaoke night at the palapa. Turns out our karaoke guy disappeared and even though O the restaurant manager drove to his house for me, he wasn’t to be found. So no karaoke.
But the night did end up having a lot of mumbling along to songs we’d didn’t really know.
As [...]

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Dear Santa,

25Dec07

All I want for Christmas is to know if D, the waitress, is in love with L the waiter or V the painter.
Or perhaps something to do besides become disturbingly obsessed with the love lives of the staff.
Love, Valancy Jane

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So then I said ….

25Dec07

…..”Nick, don’t worry about the seatbelts. You’re in a cab with a priest, on Christmas Eve, going to church, in Mexico, with a Catholic driver. This is the safest you’ve ever been in your life.”
(Story to follow tomorrow.)

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Hypothetical ethical question.

25Dec07

Say I was down by the pool, painting a ceramic parrot with V the artist, but then V got up to go get a coke from the bar and a tourist wandered by and asked if all of V’s beautiful pieces were my work, how awful WOULD it have been IF I’d said they WERE [...]

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I feel as though I’ve stumbled into a sitcom.

24Dec07

And that I’m the guest star among a cast of regulars. Or that perhaps we’re in some turn of the century English play.
You see, the place is pretty deserted, so we’ve all gotten to know the staff around here pretty well.
There’s A, behind the front desk, who sings opera when she thinks no one [...]

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