Just Because...

Ty commented a few days ago that I haven't written a blog post in a while, and that I haven't even been talking about post ideas (apparently he actually listens when I talk!?)  And I admitted that I haven't really felt up to it lately.  I felt my first real twinge of homesickness this past week, no real reason why, I've just been missing little things... And then I spent the last two days in bed (and the bathroom) with a painful urinary tract infection...so, needless to say I haven't been in the best of spirits lately. 

But, as I was reading my Kindle in bed and semi-listening to Ty chat and laugh with his family on the phone in the living room about all the goings-on in our new, little life... I realized he had basically written a post for me.  So, here's your update in short story-style... 

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He told his brother about what happened the other day while I was doing yard work.  I was hedging/pruning very tall, fast-growing, thorny bushes...and they were pretty overgrown and I was really going to town with a pair of shears...not really paying too-close attention.  I was letting all the overgrown, spikey stems fall on the dirt road with the intention of raking them up and hauling them off after I was done... 

While cutting, I happened to glance down and notice something on the ground a few feet away from me wiggling.  I immediately thought it was a snake and let out a little, "Ah!"  And then my next thought was...."Oh, cool, he's a striped snake."  And my next...."Where is his head?"  

It wasn't a snake, mi amigos.  No, no, no.  I unknowingly chopped off an iguana's tail while hedging!!  Apparently, that's a thing, too.  As an animal lover, I was MORTIFIED.  And it wiggled for like 5 friggen minutes, despite being unattached.  Like a chicken with its head cut off.  Mortified.  

Luckily, lizards grow their tails back...but still.  Uggh.  (Why didn't I think to take a picture so you could be mortified for me?!)  I went and grabbed Ty to show him the horrific thing I had done, and he said, "Sorry, babe.  He'll be okay." while trying not-very-hard-at-all to keep from laughing at me.

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He also told them about the Baku-hosted party we helped throw for the construction workers on Saturday.  Apparently, it's tradition here to throw the workers a fiesta after a contract is complete (that's another thing), which for Baku, was this past Saturday.  

Chef Ty offered to make them authentic steak tacos and Marianne made a tasty chocolate cake as a special treat, and I ran around frazzled trying to be helpful.  (You know, the usual.)  

There were about 10 of us that sat at plastic tables under the cool palms drinking cold drinks, eating and laughing...for like 9 hours.  No lie.  What was meant to be "lunch" went until after dark.  And it was easily one of the best nights we've had here so far.  

The Mexican guys practiced their bad English, and we practiced our even worse Spanish and there was a lot of charade-playing to aide our language barrier.  We've determined that really is the best way to learn Spanish here.... Dive right in and embarrass yourself.  

Who knows... You may even get a shirtless pic with your new best friend, Dengue, who also doesn't believe in wearing camisas. 

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What else....?  Senor Perfecto (as everyone now refers to him after Saturday night's fiesta) is doing well and he got his stitches out this weekend.  He also got shaved recently because he was getting too fluffy and hot.  It cost a whopping 27 bucks to have him shaved including a generous tip...back in Seattle we paid about 80 bucks.

Also, I check the "stats" on this silly little blog on occasion (because it must make me feel slightly entertaining or something to know that I'm not writing to thin air) and Bloo's post "Mr. Perfect" has officially hit the highest-ranking post with a 182 reads.  Because, duh.  Everyone loves Bloo more than either Ty or I.  As they should.   

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Last week, on one of the days I was feeling a little down, Ty decided to get me out of the house and we drove 30-ish minutes into downtown Puerto Vallarta.  We parked on a too-narrow street, we walked down the Malecon (boardwalk), took some touristy pictures, turned down lots of street vendors, checked out some cool architecture and stopped by our favorite fish taco stand on the way home... It was a good day.  

• Me: "Babe, take a picture with me by the water."
• Ty:  "Oh, we're gonna take the same selfie we always take whenever we go anywhere?  How original."
• Me:  "Shut up and pretend you're happy." 
• Ty:  "I never know where to look!!"
• Me:  "You're wearing sunglasses!  It doesn't matter!"  *camera clicks*
• Me:  "Ugh, let's take another one."   *camera clicks 10 more times*

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Ty didn't talk about this with his family, but I'm sure you're all dying to know.... My hair is officially the 4th member of our family and we've namd it Simba because it legitimately gets BIGGER every single day and has its own personality and does whatever the hell it wants to, like a disobedient toddler...err, lion cub.  

I've given up hope that any product will help calm the beast on top of my head...mousse, gels, creams, oils, leave-in conditioners, anti-frizz serum, diffusers, straighters...NADA.  And after spending nearly 48 hours sick in bed with unwashed hair I was almost certain I was gonna crawl out with dreadlocks.  It's a genuine worry of mine.  

I finally caved and made an appointment next week at a "gringo salon" in the next town over.  I'm getting several inches chopped off next week (for a whopping 20 bucks) and then I'm getting a Brazilian Blowout soon after.  Fingers crossed it won't feel like I'm wearing a quilt on top of my head anymore.  

I'd post of a real pic of my hair, but ain't nobody wanna see that!  Except for Ty... Strangely he likes my frizzy, orphan look.  Probably cause I match his shirtless, beach bum look.  

Welp, I have the attention span of a hummingbird, so I'm suddenly done blabbering for the night.  Love and miss you all!   Buenos noches!!