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Home Again

Compared to the hundreds of people who lost their homes and histories to the recent floods in the U.S. and to Dean in the Caribbean, Mom’s adventure in Mexico was a snap. Not that the overpriced hellhole run by moronic cretins is off the hook. But some of the fire is gone. Compared to recent victims of Mother Nature, Mom is in excellent shape. For her, there is no lasting damage.

We got home late last night. She’s fine, she loved having me there… even pissed, I’m fun. She, however, spent most of everyday in bed, recovering, sleeping. . . . → Read More About Home Again

Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful

Mexico, that is. Mayan Palace is no Ugly Duckling. Darn it.

Mayan Palace Sucks

Big time. And the cretins who run the place are immune to Whoop Ass. So far, I am left with name-calling. But I’m not done scheming for a bit of tasy revenge. I don’t need much. Just $520 worth. Not even including the $50 for the bus ticket they told her to buy that she could not use. Not including the $200 for my plane ticket to come rescue her. Not including anything for her pain, stress and suffering which was plenty and plenty unnecessary. Nope: just $520 worth.

Because $520 is the amount mom had to spend seeking . . . → Read More About Mayan Palace Sucks

Into The Eye

Ok, not really. I am flying to Mexico to rescue mom. Or at least have some fun with her for a couple of days. Her last few days have been so unbelievably stressful, I can’t stand it if one more thing goes wrong and she’s alone lugging that suitcase around. But more on that later.

Dean’s pathetic eye is now over the Yucatan somewhere, down to a cat 1. Which is nothing to sneeze at. I’m now in the ATL airport where they have free wireless in Concourse E. They have free wireless in San Juan Santamaria International Airport, . . . → Read More About Into The Eye