Reflections on the last day....

All in all, it's been a great vacation. It was nice to not check my work email ONCE! Many friends harbored serious doubts as to whether or not I could do it, but it was all about self-preservation folks. And ultimately, my sanity is not going down for any job.

Yesterday, we spent the day in Cabo San Lucas and had a fabulous time. We shopped (well, the girls shopped..Niecey and Chris can shop circles around me since I'm half man) we drank cheap happy hour beer, margaritas and pina coladas. We won a contest at the Mango Beach Bar. It was a "name the movie" contest based on the music the played. Yes peeps, since I love music so much I managed to quarterback our team to victory. I managed to get the two obscure ones, i.e. Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and The Fifth Element. WooHoo!!!

I finally plunked down the money for my Cabo hat (too expensive) and bought a silver circlet for my neck. Didn't do too much on the trinket purchase though. It was a good day. We came back and took some fish up to Sardina Cantina and they prepared it 5 different ways for 3 different kinds of fish. Everyone was in belly heaven.

After the dinner though, Niecey noted that it was interesing how I'd finally let my defenses down and be nice to "The Man", and he would take the gesture and run with it and suddenly we're a couple. He was even talking to the people we met at the Cantina about how "we'd be there next year", and "Babe and I do this" and "Babe does that", etc. Pretending that everything was going to stay the same. She noted how if I just give him a little bit of rope, suddenly it's as if the separation never happened. Going back to the real world is really going to hurt him. I, on the other hand, never left the real world. I've been separated the whole time we've been here. The pillow has always been in the middle of the bed and there's no crossing the boundaries. This is going to be one fucked up year Ladies and Gentlemen. I actually feel good though. I feel ready. I feel that I'm doing a good job preparing and that I'll be ok.

It also doesn't hurt that my confidence meter went up a couple of notches with the bit of attention I've received thanks to the Military Ranger tool and Earnesto (no, he's not hispanic, he's from Washington). Plus, my light flirtation with my Iowa Boy, always keeps myt spirit up. He's such a godsend!

Now, we have to print out our boarding passes, pack up and be ready to hit the road in the morning. I'm sorry to see the time pass so quickly, but I look forward to change. Change in the weather, change in my residence, change in my work, change in my soul.

Word of warning peeps...The blog will take a decided turn towards the events of divorce. If you're not interested, or if you don't want to know because you're close to the man, then you've been warned. Yes, with the coming elections and the nature of the national mood, I will still be ranting and railing about the injustices I perceive as a means of dealing with it all, but I have the feeling that I'll be leaching poison most often.

Here's hoping that this blog finds you all well, healthy and happy...or at least getting even!

Wednesday...October ???

WOW!!! It's been so busy! Sorry I haven't kept up with the blogging. With the three couples together and doing stuff, it seems like there isn't time. So far we've had a blast!

Lots of poolside time, relaxation, cooking. There's so much food in the fridge (we are blessed) that we'll have to give it away before we go.

We tooled around San Jose del Cabo yesterday and checked out the shops, drank tequila, and ended up at Shooter's once again for happy hour. Hey, if it works, gotta roll with it. We girls started our own drama, i.e. Days of our Lives in Cabo. Some 22 year old boy had a crush on my friend and was hitting on her. Of course, he would have an ex-girlfriend working at the place and she wasn't happy. Turns out the boy is a "playa, at a tender age"....of course us girls are just a bunch of homewreaking Cougars! Ah well.

I met a really cute, nice man who lives in Washington. Although I know nothing will come of it, it was nice to be found attractive, be flirted with, and have someone pursue me. He had gone fishing and ended up giving us some dorado that he caught, so we cooked it up with a spicy seafood recipe. And he have me his card, so I guess he was really interested. Yes, he knows the situation, because I was extremely upfront about it. Goodness knows, I have enough work on my hands before all of this mess is through, but I didn't want him thinking that I was just being a bitch. Best he knows what he's dealing with upfront...right?

Anyway, the girls are back from exercising, so I'm heading up to chat with Denise. Yes, I blew off exercising yet again. After pulling my back leg muscle a couple of days ago, I'm just now flexable enough to stop limping, but crap! This is one thing I hate about getting older! I'm not as limber as I should be.

Until the next blog...

Cabo Time - October 23rd

Well, my friend Denise's plane has just landed, so I'll go down to the lobby in about a half hour to greet her. I'm looking forward to their visit because it releases stress from being around the man. Although to be fair, he's been ok the last two days, but he drinks beer like it's mother's milk.

We'll kill some time around the beach until the condo is cleaned, then come back and do some cooking and some drinking. Since my friend Chris and her husband won't be here till sometime between 8 and 9 p.m. we'll have to hold off dinner. We're making bacon wrapped tuna in teriyaki and bbq sauce (Thanks Rog), cilantro infused mashed potatoes and salad. Of course, there's the awesome salsa and chips that seems to go with everything these days.

Now, I must make another committment to watch my cool, and to watch what I say. Certain things can not slip past my lips in front of the man. No, I've done nothing to be ashamed of or anything, but I don't need to rub salt in the wound either. We're separated, we're divorcing and nothing is changing that. Our lives are separate now and need to stay that way. If it wasn't for my stupid decision about this vacation, we'd still be apart. Vacation doesn't make a difference.

The maid just brought in a whole new mattress for my friends staying in the room with the two single beds. Now they'll have a king size bed to sleep on also. They are the greatest here. I love WorldMark! Not too hoity toity, clean, comfortable. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm glad I bought into timeshare. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but the man talked me into it, so we started out small, i.e. a week every two years. We ended up purchasing two weeks a year and it was paid for, then we heard Wyndham was purchasing Trendwest, so I'm not paying for two more weeks. That's why I'll end up with three weeks in the divorce, the man get's half of what is paid off, which is one week. Since I continue to pay for the additional weeks, they're mine.

Ah well, I know I sound callous and everything, but I do it for self-preservation purposes. For the longest time I never made plans that we would be apart, although I should have. Now that I'm actually doing it, it's real and there's no going back. I notice the man doesn't talk about it, so it isn't real to him. I tried on so many occasions to tell him this was coming, but he wouldn't listen. I even told him the signs he should be looking for. Still didn't listen. Now that it's here, he avoids the subject like the plague, unless I force the issue.

Ok, enough of that, One more week in Cabo, and I'd better make it good! Smooches my friends.

One of those nights....

It's one of those nights where I'm alone with my thoughts and there's no alcohol to quiet the voices inside my head. NO...not the crazy voices, the other ones!

Our guests have gone home and we're waiting for the newest arrivals...on Saturday. And I realize how incredibly lonely I am. Yes, I've made my choices and I don't regret them, but I hate the loneliness of my choice. It's too quiet, and I don't have my kitties to cuddle with.

I can hear the Karaoke going on down in the restaurant, the crash of the waves, see the moonlight over the water and I know that I desperately want someone to hold my hand, and take me down to the water and kick the sand around. I want to dance under the moonlight and be that one special person, even for a moment, to the person that is holding me.

It was fun watching my friends Rog and Kell, cuz you could see magic in the way that they relate to one another. You know, when you look at Rog, that there isn't anything he wouldn't do for his Lady, and that she comes first. If you don't have that kind of relationship, when you see it, you're a little jealous, cuz you have proof that it exists and you know that you don't have it yourself.

Love isn't perfect...I know that. But when you are in the presence of it, you know when it's true. I don't know that I'll ever have that. What I have to be careful of is what I substitute for it.

I'm not a drug girl, but I do love tequila. Right now, I'm keeping that in check and have been pretty good on this trip. I don't want it to be food, because I've been battling that substitution for years, and with help, finally got a grip on it (for now). I'm thinking it's gonna be sex that I'm gonna have to be careful of. Sex and partners. For now, I'm fine, but what's it gonna be in 6 months? Am I the type of person that will have lots of sex with lots of partners so I won't be lonely? Hmmm...food for thought.

In the meantime, it'll be work. I have 3 projects going on that I'm gonna need to focus on. A divorce I need to complete, a home I need to build and a life I need to live. Thank God for good friends!

Better Day/s

Yesterday (Sunday) was an ok day. But after being effed over by the man's mind games, I was pissed off and it put me in a bad mood that was tough to extricate myself from. I have the greatest friends that put up with my shit, and I'm most appreciative. I pretty much avoid talking to the man now and try to avoid being alone with him unless we're sleeping.

Too bad it has to be this way, but lesson learned...we won't be vacationing together for a long time. If he thinks he'll get away with the same games with the other group, he's got another thing coming.

Today was a better day and we (the ladies) had fun lazing in the sun, drinking our Cabo punch and watching people by the pool. I pulled a muscle in my back though...don't think it was during the workout, I think it was after, but it's been steadily getting worse. I guess that means no more sex. Oh, wait, I'm not getting any sex, so no big loss. We did, however, discover the best Key Lime Pie West of the US border. OMG, it was good. I'm so glad I didn't have it when I first got here, or I'd be eating the damned thing every day and working out two hours a day to undo the damage. This stuff is "lick it off the 8 pack abs of LL Cool J, or Gerard Butler (during The 300 role) good!

I have to remember that it isn't the big things in life necessarily that make you happy. Sometimes it's Key Lime Pie.

Tomorrow, Rog and Kel leave to journey back home. I sure hope they had a good time, other than the effing drama that seems to surround me and the man. I really didn't want to ruin it for them, and I hope I didn't. I owe them so much. It comforting to have friends like them. They're a warm, fluffy blanket that you dig down into and close your eyes to escape the world. Did I tell you they bought me the most beautiful ring? It's a sliver band that is done in an link style. Gorgeous! They are so crazy, but I absolutely love it.

Anyway, me and my sore back are going to get some shuteye. I may actually slack off on working out tomorrow, if it still feels as bad. Gee...another day lazing in the warm Cabo sunshine. Thank you Lord.

More trouble in Paradise

So yesterday started off like any other day in Cabo (Geez, I sound like a jaded bitch) and we had fun at the pool. Tina, Norm and I did some sunbathing and Rog and Kel went and had fun in the Jeep looking at cool properties in Los Cabos. Since we only had the Jeep for one more day, we decided to go back to Cabo San Lucas and hit Mangoes and the Office to see how things were and grab some appetizers. Afterward, we hit couple of other places and drove home.

We decided to take the party up to the bar at the top of the road from the resort, and they were playing some great music. I danced (Hello, it was ACDC with Bonn Scott, how could I not), then sat down. The soon-to-be-ex was acting all possessive, blocking me into a corner so everyone would know I was with him, calling me "Babe", etc (Remember what Pam Anderson did to men that called her "Babe" in her movie Barb Wire???). Any way, he leans over and asked me if it's too late to ask for dance. I'm thinking to myself, which I basically blurt out to him, Hell yes it's too late, you've lost all privilidges, which includes asking me to dance, touching me, calling me babe, etc. It's OVER! He says that we need to talk tomorrow, and I say, why put off what can be done right now? I throw money down on the table to cover my drink (ok, enough to cover everyone's) and head out the door. He joins me and we end up on the beach.

He basically says I'm giving him mixed messages, because I said that I would dance with him but he lost his chance. I told him that he was confusing the message. My stance hasn't changed. He lost his chance to dance with me when he broke his promise (due to drinking), busted his femur and ended the marriage. Where is the mixed message? Basically it's the same fight we've been having, all re-hashed. i'm not willing to go there. He chose his addiction over me, and I finally have enough self-worth to say I'm done. I have to believe that there is man out there that will want me for me and choose me over crap like alcohol or any other addiction. I'm worth that, and fuck you if you don't think I am.

I find it hard to believe that he's going to stick out the entire 4 weeks togther. Even after I told him it was a mistake on my part to think we could get along. I'll give him this...he's a glutton for punishment.

Don't get me wrong. This is my blog, and here is where I get to vent about his bullshit. He's basically a good man...faithful, kind-hearted, just a true-blue kind of guy. I can't live with his addiction because he allows it to interfere with our lives. He make shitty decisions that are influenced by alcohol and doesn't think about the future. I'm tired of living in a precarious position....wondering if we'll be able to retire and travel, wondering if he'll live and not drink his liver away, wondering if there will be any inheritance left for our kid. It's a shitty way to live, and for those of you who know what I'm talking about, you know what it's like to not sleep at night and feel insecure about everything. It's bad enough that I don't have strong arms to wrap around me, but now I have to feel insecure about the future? About retirement? About our home? I don't think so.

Now he's trying to play games on this trip and try to alienate me. He thinks if I'm left out of things that I'll sit around the Condo and pout. Sorry...he, of all people, should know that Dizzy doesn't sit around pouting for long. She get' down to getting busy, and you may not like the activity she finds to keep her occupied.

Ok...poison leeched and out of the system. Time for bed.

P.S. Got to connect with an old friend today, who re-located to Vegas. Looks like he's doing well and networking successfully for his career. Please keep good thoughts and prayers in mind for him as he continues on this journey. He's got the talent to make it.

October 14th in Cabo

Yesterday, my friend Teensy arrived to spend a week with all of us here in Cabo. Too Fun! We all headed down to Cabo San Lucas and parked the jeep and did a trek to Cabo Wabo to pick up the Sammy Hagar Birthday Bash bracelets for Rog and Kel. Then we went shopping for these skirts we wanted so badly. Unfortunately, after hunting around for an hour, we still couldnt locate the damned things, we gave up and went hunting for dinner.

That took some serious hiking. Up and down the roads, hot, dusty, etc. We were looking for this restaurant called Mi Casa. By the time we found it, all of us were pretty cranky and hot. But this place did not disappoint! They brought us huge margaritas (which makes everything seem alright) and we got down to the business of figuring out what to eat. I settled on the Ribs which were marinated in this chocolate, spicy mole sauce and cilantro mashed potatoes, black beans and these tortilla's, hand made by this woman working in the back. They were the bomb!

If you know me, you know that food is a sensual experience...something akin to sex. The way it tastes on the tongue, the way the right beverage will compliment the food. The flavors that bring a sensory experience to the eyes, nose, mouth and brain. And I don't know about the rest of you, but I always think about the ways I could eat whatever it is...off of the right body. Thereby bringing food and sex together in one great big explosion of....well, you know.

After that wonderful meal, we broke up the group and part of us headed down to the port for a nice cool drink. I ended up having a mango/chile margarita, that was a frozen delight! The perfect way to conclude an evening. We got a cab home, soaked in the jacuzzi for an hour and headed to bed.

One wishes every day could be like this, but hard times are ahead, which is why we vacation...right? To build up the mental fortitude we need to get us through them. So I'm going to enjoy this vacation as much as possible. Until later my friends.

Hola My Friends!!!

Sorry it's took so long for me to write...even now,I have a few shots of tequila in my veins and my writing may not be the greatest. I suffered a setback with the man getting so toasted that he fell into a hedge full of stickers and suffered damage to his legs and one side of his body. I was so pissed that I had to suffer yet another vacation with his bullshit, that I ended up ripping him a new asshole the next night. No, it wasn't pretty, and yes, I broke my vow not to yell.

Needless to say, it re-affirmed my reasons for the divorce and I'm not backing out of it. It took me a while to shake it off and I didn't blog much during that time (it happened last Thursday night, and I ripped him one on Friday night....and now it's Tuesday night). I'm feeling better and more confident. I think I already mentioned the Army Ranger guy kissing me in the pool, which make me realize that life will go on with out the man, and that I may be slightly more attractive than I thought, so there's hope for me yet. I hate to say this, but the blog may turn into something along the lines of "Divorce Girl Makes Good" or something.

Not only that, Kelly (who's always been one of the thinest chicks I know, handed me her brown bikini and I fit in it. However, the twins need lifting, so I wasn't completely comfortable. The twins have been "D's" since I was sixteen and well, let's just say that they don't point to the sky, like I'd like them to. She also brought this tiedye black dress that she gave me to wear, and her husband said I "totally rocked it".

Why am I talking about all of this? Well, I've had doubts that I could make it on my own...that I'd be attractive enough for the opposite sex. I pretty much figured that ending the marriage would mean that I'd be alone, and I needed to face that and deal with it. However, it may be that I was wrong. Maybe, it's my own doubts and fears that I have to overcome and there may be someone out there that will appreciate my weirdness and quirks. They may be able to put up with my outspokenness and independence. What an effing concept!

As bad as this may sound, I'm happy that all of this went down and the man can see what he's giving up. While he really doesn't see it that way right now, someday...I'm hoping he'll say..."She was mine, she wanted me, I was her man...and I choose alcohol over her. What kind of idiot am I?" Will he? Maybe not, but I'm ok with that because I'm finally realizing my own self worth. And maybe, that's enough.

Good night from Cabo my friends!

Cabo - Just some thoughts

As I wait for Rog and Kel to arrive, my head continuously churns with the thoughts of divorce, dating, etc.

When is a good time to start dating? Not that I'm really thinking about it, but I have received a few offers and a proposal (not marriage) that I'm seriously considering. At what point does this all begin? After the ink is dry on my divorce papers? Since we're separated now, and have been since the beginning of May, is 6 months a good time to start dipping my toes in?

While these are all interesting questions, I think I'm more paralyzed over the thought of sex. What will it be like with someone else? Is my body good enough? Have BJ techniques changed? Are there new techniques I should know about? Remember that line in "Sleepless in Seattle" when Tom Hanks is having lunch with his buddy? His buddy says "Tiaramisu" and Tom asks what it is? His buddy Rob Reiner says "You'll find out", and Tom replies "You won't tell me what it is? What if some girl wants me to do it to her?" I feel kinda like that.

You're used to a person for 24 years and suddenly the game changes and you don't have any idea what the next person is like, or what they want done to them, etc. I admit, I haven't had sex in a while, which is probably why it's on my mind so much.

What about small talk? Jeez, I haven't done small talk in so long. What line do I start out with? God help me if conversation turns political because I'm conservative, and that in itself will start some fights and heated arguements. Who's gonna want sex with me after I've verbally lashed them about America headed down the toilet unless Americans pull their heads out of their asses. What a cock-blocker!

Ok, enough swooning over the directness of my blog today. Nothing a couple of shots of good tequila and vegging on the beach won't cure, right?

I can tell this is gonna be a long trip....

Funny how all the old stuff rears it's ugly head when you're at odds with someone. It's no different in Cabo, believe me. We finally took possession of the room after 4 p.m. yesterday, and it was well worth the wait. Lovely views, sweet rooftop party place, we're happy.

The plan was to get our stuff moved in, get our shit together and go shopping. Mr. Procrastinator of course had the plans. He takes forever to do the simplest things. I'm waiting and waiting to leave. We finally do. I have to admit that while grocery shopping, it was also my fault that it took so long, but the stuff I purchased was relatively simple stuff. He's the one with the two cases of beer and stuff. We ended up splitting the bill (actually, I spent more) but something about contributing to the very thing thats ending our marriage rubs me raw. Know what I mean?

I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical since I haven't stopped drinking myself...I love tequila and can handle it. There was a time in our relationship that I stopped drinking for 4 years in hopes that he'd either quit or lighten the eff up, but it didn't work, so I resumed. Alcohol has never been my addiction...food is my addiction. Anyway, since I still drink and purchase alcohol for myself, does it make me hypocritical to purchase it for him, i.e. splitting the bill? I don't know, but it made me irritable. After that, everything bugged me.

We ended up getting rib eyes to bbq and I was cranky from lack of food in my stomach. I reminded him to check the steaks and suggested he take them off. He didn't and they were overcooked. I effing hate overcooked rib eyes. Next time, I'm going to insist on cooking my own...he'll act all hurt and everything, but he has a habit of walking away from the grill and getting caught up in something else.

God, I'm such an effing bitch. I think this whole relationship has poisoned me. I've got to change, or I'll be alone for the rest of my life.

Ok, I'm going back to enjoying Cabo. Tomorrow, our friends arrive and I'm looking forward to a break in the tension.

Cabo - Day 4....Early to bed?

Yesterday was a pretty lite day as far as activities and stuff was concerned. I managed to start and finish a book...naughty, but I haven't sat down to read a book in more than a year. Heartbreaking, I know. I used to go through books like water. What the hell happened? Life gets in the way I guess.

Got through the exercising ok and pretty much laid back. Around 4, I got a hankering for chips, salsa, and guacamole with some kind of tequila drink, so we headed down to the sports bar for their two-fer. While munching away, we met a guy from Auburn, California and talked about the history of Auburn, etc. Pretty interesting. We also met people from Oregon (the man's neck of the woods) and chatted up about that. Small world.

Afterward, we headed to the beach and did a beach walk. So beautiful! The man managed to torque his knee, yet again and is limping today. Hope he didn't do too much damage. After a corona and lime on the deck, I pretty much headed to bed at 9 p.m. Jeez...what happened to the party animal that used to be up all night, whooping and hollering? Ah well. Up early again and got my exercise in. Now we've checked out of 521 and are waiting for the pinnicle of rooms 601 to be cleaned so we can move in. I do not want to move again. This is our third move, but the last and it will be well worth it. Alma, the Assistant Manager is the BOMB!!!

What to rant about in Cabo? Hmmm, it's difficult to come up with something, but I'm still pissed off about Sammy Hagar's computer system failure cheating me out of birthday bash tickets for the 13th. Guess I'll be standing in line for the dinner tickets, and their $100 a pop. Ah well. No matter what, I'm just happy to be away from almost everything. Still playing out my future in my mind, but at least there's a direction...an it's Citrus Heights.

Until tomorrow my friends. Tequila and a snooze on the beach beckons....

Cabo - Day Two and Three

Yesterday we moved from the one bedroom to a three bedroom penthouse. Nice digs, we've stayed in it before. This time, however, I was able to wrangle the penthouse of penthouses...Unfortunately, we can't move in until tomorrow, but I'm tickled pink about it. I've tried to get into this one for 12 years, and finally...601 changes from dream to reality.

Last night, the man and I had a good talk about the future. He's decided that he wants the Forethill house, which means that I'll be moving to Citrus Heights. Am I upset about it? No. It's a prime piece of property and with a little work and money, it'll be a good home. I'll tear down the house that's on it, cuz Mom's aways hated it and put something else there. Also need to look into Granny quarters for Dad. Yes, I do see some issues in the future, but hopefully we can work those out. There's still the issue of why we're divorcing, and I somehow think that issue isn't going away anytime soon. This means that me, my job, etc will continue to be the scapegoat for awhile. Ah well.

Still haven't figured out the router issue, and it looks like I'l have to do my hijack option.

Don't hate me Bitches, but I'm sitting on a lounge chair, facing the ocean and typing this blog under a palapa. Can it get any better? If I could figure out a way to make a living doing something like this, I'd be gone in a second.The wireless Apple keyboard works like a freaking charm! It's extremely lite, a touch smaller than a regular keyboard (minus the keypad). And I love that I'm not trying to poke at the touchscreen. Totally awesome.

Managed to get in another workout today. That elliptical machine is taking some getting used to. I miss the stair machine, but I have the feeling this is what I needed to shake up my exercise routine. It's trying to get the rythmic flow and keep my knees bent. I look like a spastic zombie, but hey...I don't go to the gym to look beautiful (like that's possible...) I go to sweat!

Ok, Until tomorrow. I'll post again from the heights of Mount Olympus aka 601. Smooches my peeps.

Day 1 in Cabo

After an interesting night last night, we began our journey with me leaving behind my iPhone stand...what a Moron. Ah well, I know I need a second one, so if I see one, I'll get it.

Traveling was ok. I didn't realize how close I cut it with the landing in Phoenix(11:30) to take off to Cabo (12:05). Needless to say, we had to hustle our asses to the next gate to make it. No worries, when vacation is on the line, somehow ya make it work, right?

I've been cordial and nice all day, but I can see that my work is going to be cut out for me. This is a man that doesn't want to let go. Although I did my best to distance myself, make my own decisions, carry my own luggage, pay my way, etc., he did his best to touch me, to sit closer, to make it seem like we're "together". This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

We checked in ok, but I realized my mistake in not making sure the man picked up a "travel/access point" router, because the Linksys router he did pick up requires a laptop to set up before I can get the damned iPhone to access it. So, when I'm done blogging, I'll be going into the lobby to see if I can hijack a desktop and get the darn thing dialed in. If that's the least of my worries, than I'm doing ok.

After a great dip in the pool and a much needed shower, we walked over to "Trader Dicks" for dinner. I have to say, for $15, I got the best freaking seafood Cobb Salad I've ever eaten!!! I had to bring half of it back to the room cuz this thing was one huge mound of fresh lettuce, tomato, avocado, bacon, blue cheese, egg, huge grilled planks of halibut, grilled shrimp, grilled calamari, and I don't know what else, but effing FABULOUS!!! I have to make sure to bring my friends when they arrive, because I think they'll enjoy it!

Tomorrow is all about wrangling room 601. It's so choice because of the roof access. We've never been able to get the room, but for once, we'd really like to get it this time. First I'll exercise, get some coffee, shower and head right to the front desk.

Not sure when I'm going to broach the topic of divorce with the man, but I assure you...I will not leave paradise until we've had our little converation.

Ok Peeps, I'm off to fix the router and then headed to bed. It'll be interesting to see how the night progresses. If it's anything like last night...I won't be getting much sleep (NO, there will be no hanky panicky...and there wasn't last night either! Divorce is divorce! That part of my life is over with the man.).