Dear Julia…. (part 4)

Tonight is a tradition, of sorts. Tonight we will have the Ceremonial Sacrifice Of The Wild Goat. We’ll catch one of the Wild Goats that live on The Mountain behind The House. Each of us will pat The Goat three times, and then we’ll place it on The Grill. Afterward, we will eat The Wild Goat, and do a rain dance around The Grill.
Wish you were Here!

-DQ#1

p.s.
Just kidding. Wild goats do NOT live on that mountain- trust me. No, tonight is a different tradition. Tonight we will have a giant barbecue and invite the whole village practically to our house to partake of some hamburgers and good company. I really like having a big meal outdoors, because it is almost always lovely weather, and just plain fun. This is where I really start missing you, Julia. This would have been so much fun. I mean, I’ve missed you like crazy this whole time, but this is just… Kinda sad, honestly. Oh well. But sigh no more, because I, DQ#1 The Great, am coming home tomorrow!! And we can chat! And I can charge my camera! Life is good.
Ta,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia…. (part 4)

Tonight is a tradition, of sorts. Tonight we will have the Ceremonial Sacrifice Of The Wild Goat. We’ll catch one of the Wild Goats that live on The Mountain behind The House. Each of us will pat The Goat three times, and then we’ll place it on The Grill. Afterward, we will eat The Wild Goat, and do a rain dance around The Grill.
Wish you were Here!

-DQ#1

p.s.
Just kidding. Wild goats do NOT live on that mountain- trust me. No, tonight is a different tradition. Tonight we will have a giant barbecue and invite the whole village practically to our house to partake of some hamburgers and good company. I really like having a big meal outdoors, because it is almost always lovely weather, and just plain fun. This is where I really start missing you, Julia. This would have been so much fun. I mean, I’ve missed you like crazy this whole time, but this is just… Kinda sad, honestly. Oh well. But sigh no more, because I, DQ#1 The Great, am coming home tomorrow!! And we can chat! And I can charge my camera! Life is good.
Ta,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (parts 2&3)

WARNING: MAY GET LONG.
Oh, Julia. So much has gone on these past few days, I’m not sure I can write it all down. But I’ll try, because me, being the Einsteinette that we all know and (hopefully) love, forgot my camera charger. So it died. BUT not before I took some amazing pictures! It was quite surprising, really. Who knew that once my photographer-brain is turned on, it can’t turn back off? Anyway, I took so many pictures, that I’m going to have to sort them all out according to color on my photography blog- just so people aren’t overwhelmed with my inability to let a good shot pass me by. I really should take photography classes.
Moving on.
We drove to Basacheachi on Wednesday, and lemme tell ya, I didn’t think we’d EVER GET OUT OF THOSE MOUNTAINS. Ugh, it was horrid. Winding, winding, winding. It’s lucky no one barfed all over the car. In fact, no one even got carsick. Prayers really are answered, Julia. Whenever you’re in doubt, read that part right there, and it will be reaffirmed to you. :^)
So.. The waterfall was breathtaking. No, literally. It took our breath AWAY. Why? Because we freaking had to walk down a 12093847340 degree incline just to get a better view. If it had side rails and wasn’t made of stone, it could be a thrilling slide. But no, we had to walk down that thing, and what hikes down, must hike up. It. Was. A. Nightmare. But for some reason I couldn’t stop laughing hysterically. Probably due to all the adults almost having strokes due to the climb back up. Bwahaha. We got back up just in time for it to start drizzling, but we had to stay put because the other carfull of people weren’t back yet. A movie and several snacks later, we had to warm up a little frozen 3-year-old who had gotten caught in the rain on the hike. I felt so bad for him, and when his daddy finally got back, he had a fever. (for the record, he wasn’t a stranger-boy. My aunt’s in law’s came with us, and he’s their son.)
We traversed back through the mountains at last, in search of  a hotel and some food. Who knew Creel-the town-could be so big? Certainly not me. We ended up in a neon-yellow restaraunt with very low ceilings, and it was quite fun- especially when some tune-deaf people came in and started singing and playing guitars/accordions. Then it got even more fun, because the accordion dude hit on me majorly!
The next day, we explored for a bit and went to Copper Canyon-the Grand Canyon of Mexico. I think I like this one better, because things actually GREW in that canyon, making it ten times more beautiful. Then we went on a cable-car, and lemme tell ya… Coolest. ride. ever. Like, wow it was cool.
Then we began homeward, and disaster struck. A flat tire. We pulled over, and got that fixed, and we went to the store. Mango nectar is now my fave- so very yummilicious. We kept on going after the repair, and we watched another movie in the car. Then disaster struck again- this time in the form of Montezuma’s Revenge, aka, The Runs. A member of the other car had to make an emergency stop at some stranger’s house in order to relieve himself.
We waited 20 minutes.
Back on the road again, we drove for 40 more minutes when he had to stop again. On the side of the road. So us, being the polite little caravan we were, stopped to wait for them. We stargazed on the road, and even though it wasn’tthe most ideal circumstance, it was a beautiful night. We got started again, after 20 more minutes, and ten minutes or so down the road, things got even worse. The same tire was flat. Again. So we waited even longer. We had to make one more stop down the road, and finally arrived back in Colonia Juarez at 12:37 a.m. We were so exhausted, it was all we could do to just walk in the front door. I (gratefully) got in bed, and then the roof started leaking. On my suitcase.
Needless to say, life wasn’t the best last night, but it was sure worth it!
Pictures soon, my dearest!
Love,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (parts 2&3)

WARNING: MAY GET LONG.
Oh, Julia. So much has gone on these past few days, I’m not sure I can write it all down. But I’ll try, because me, being the Einsteinette that we all know and (hopefully) love, forgot my camera charger. So it died. BUT not before I took some amazing pictures! It was quite surprising, really. Who knew that once my photographer-brain is turned on, it can’t turn back off? Anyway, I took so many pictures, that I’m going to have to sort them all out according to color on my photography blog- just so people aren’t overwhelmed with my inability to let a good shot pass me by. I really should take photography classes.
Moving on.
We drove to Basacheachi on Wednesday, and lemme tell ya, I didn’t think we’d EVER GET OUT OF THOSE MOUNTAINS. Ugh, it was horrid. Winding, winding, winding. It’s lucky no one barfed all over the car. In fact, no one even got carsick. Prayers really are answered, Julia. Whenever you’re in doubt, read that part right there, and it will be reaffirmed to you. :^)
So.. The waterfall was breathtaking. No, literally. It took our breath AWAY. Why? Because we freaking had to walk down a 12093847340 degree incline just to get a better view. If it had side rails and wasn’t made of stone, it could be a thrilling slide. But no, we had to walk down that thing, and what hikes down, must hike up. It. Was. A. Nightmare. But for some reason I couldn’t stop laughing hysterically. Probably due to all the adults almost having strokes due to the climb back up. Bwahaha. We got back up just in time for it to start drizzling, but we had to stay put because the other carfull of people weren’t back yet. A movie and several snacks later, we had to warm up a little frozen 3-year-old who had gotten caught in the rain on the hike. I felt so bad for him, and when his daddy finally got back, he had a fever. (for the record, he wasn’t a stranger-boy. My aunt’s in law’s came with us, and he’s their son.)
We traversed back through the mountains at last, in search of  a hotel and some food. Who knew Creel-the town-could be so big? Certainly not me. We ended up in a neon-yellow restaraunt with very low ceilings, and it was quite fun- especially when some tune-deaf people came in and started singing and playing guitars/accordions. Then it got even more fun, because the accordion dude hit on me majorly!
The next day, we explored for a bit and went to Copper Canyon-the Grand Canyon of Mexico. I think I like this one better, because things actually GREW in that canyon, making it ten times more beautiful. Then we went on a cable-car, and lemme tell ya… Coolest. ride. ever. Like, wow it was cool.
Then we began homeward, and disaster struck. A flat tire. We pulled over, and got that fixed, and we went to the store. Mango nectar is now my fave- so very yummilicious. We kept on going after the repair, and we watched another movie in the car. Then disaster struck again- this time in the form of Montezuma’s Revenge, aka, The Runs. A member of the other car had to make an emergency stop at some stranger’s house in order to relieve himself.
We waited 20 minutes.
Back on the road again, we drove for 40 more minutes when he had to stop again. On the side of the road. So us, being the polite little caravan we were, stopped to wait for them. We stargazed on the road, and even though it wasn’tthe most ideal circumstance, it was a beautiful night. We got started again, after 20 more minutes, and ten minutes or so down the road, things got even worse. The same tire was flat. Again. So we waited even longer. We had to make one more stop down the road, and finally arrived back in Colonia Juarez at 12:37 a.m. We were so exhausted, it was all we could do to just walk in the front door. I (gratefully) got in bed, and then the roof started leaking. On my suitcase.
Needless to say, life wasn’t the best last night, but it was sure worth it!
Pictures soon, my dearest!
Love,

-DQ#1

Dear Julia… (part 1)

Since my dearest, darlingest Julia is unable to accompany me to Mexico this time around, I’m going to post some pictures every day of where we are and what we’re doing, so she’ll be, in a way, included in this vacation! So without further ado, I present the first in a mini-series I like to call Dear Julia!
Dear Julia,

 This is the house, it is a lovely house, and it also happens to be where I am staying.
 This is a patio, it is a lovely patio, and it is where we have barbecues.
 This is a porch swing, it is a lovely porch swing, and it is where we sit.
 This is The Hill, it is a lovely The Hill, and this is where we relax under a big shady tree.
 This is a swingset, it is a lovely swingset, and it is where we… You guessed it… Swing.
 This is the tramp, it is a lovely tramp, and it is where we jump.
 This is the teeter-totter, it is a lovely teeter-totter, and it is where we fall off and hurt our heads.
 This is a cornfield and the Giant Swing, and it is where we gather corn and swing to new heights.

 This is the view from outside the front door. It is a lovely place.


-DQ#1 
Stay tuned for more, Julia!! It will be faboo!!

Dear Julia… (part 1)

Since my dearest, darlingest Julia is unable to accompany me to Mexico this time around, I’m going to post some pictures every day of where we are and what we’re doing, so she’ll be, in a way, included in this vacation! So without further ado, I present the first in a mini-series I like to call Dear Julia!
Dear Julia,

 This is the house, it is a lovely house, and it also happens to be where I am staying.
 This is a patio, it is a lovely patio, and it is where we have barbecues.
 This is a porch swing, it is a lovely porch swing, and it is where we sit.
 This is The Hill, it is a lovely The Hill, and this is where we relax under a big shady tree.
 This is a swingset, it is a lovely swingset, and it is where we… You guessed it… Swing.
 This is the tramp, it is a lovely tramp, and it is where we jump.
 This is the teeter-totter, it is a lovely teeter-totter, and it is where we fall off and hurt our heads.
 This is a cornfield and the Giant Swing, and it is where we gather corn and swing to new heights.

 This is the view from outside the front door. It is a lovely place.


-DQ#1 
Stay tuned for more, Julia!! It will be faboo!!

A disaster in the making

A while ago, “my mommy told me about” (she said I needed to insert that right there) a way to curl my hair without heat, or those uncomfortable curlers. Sounds genius, right?
Well, sort of.
All you have to do is get a cloth headband, and wrap your hair all around it. It seemed so simple, so foolproof, that I had to try it. So I bought some headbands, and prepared to try it out. I washed my hair, wrapped it up, and was ready to go! My little sister, Little Miss, tried it too, but with dry hair. So we slept on it, and this morning I awoke prepared to astound the world with my luscious locks. I imagined hair like this, perhaps:

Or, if a little looser, like this:

What I was NOT counting on, however, was this:

(face pixelated to protect the guilty)
It was horrible, it was nasty, it was embarrassing. I looked like Shirley Temple on… on… something terrible. I couldn’t even bear to look at myself (having no makeup on didn’t help either), and I contemplated jumping in the shower immediately to melt away all evidence that a horrible hair-do had taken place upon my head. But alas, mom wanted to experiment to see if she could salvage my frizzed-out features, a process which took longer then either of us expected. I don’t know how it looks now, but one thing’s for sure- I am NOT going to face the public today.
-DQ#1

A disaster in the making

A while ago, “my mommy told me about” (she said I needed to insert that right there) a way to curl my hair without heat, or those uncomfortable curlers. Sounds genius, right?
Well, sort of.
All you have to do is get a cloth headband, and wrap your hair all around it. It seemed so simple, so foolproof, that I had to try it. So I bought some headbands, and prepared to try it out. I washed my hair, wrapped it up, and was ready to go! My little sister, Little Miss, tried it too, but with dry hair. So we slept on it, and this morning I awoke prepared to astound the world with my luscious locks. I imagined hair like this, perhaps:

Or, if a little looser, like this:

What I was NOT counting on, however, was this:

(face pixelated to protect the guilty)
It was horrible, it was nasty, it was embarrassing. I looked like Shirley Temple on… on… something terrible. I couldn’t even bear to look at myself (having no makeup on didn’t help either), and I contemplated jumping in the shower immediately to melt away all evidence that a horrible hair-do had taken place upon my head. But alas, mom wanted to experiment to see if she could salvage my frizzed-out features, a process which took longer then either of us expected. I don’t know how it looks now, but one thing’s for sure- I am NOT going to face the public today.
-DQ#1

A tall tale filled with adventure, disaster, and… Hairy legs?

     Once upon a time, in a land far away known as Mesa, Arizona, there lived a beautiful princess named DQ#1. She loved her life in Mesa, amongst the heat and little creatures known as siblings. One day, she discovered a magical scroll that told her how to drive a magical carriage, or car for short,so she studied and studied it, until she had the knowledge required to control it. At last, she reached the proper age, and her Grandfather, King Whetten, and her Uncle, Prince Kliff, escorted her to the palace in a land called Gilbert. There, and only there, could she be tested to see if she had the special skills necessary to operate a magic car. 
     The princess entered the palace, and the smell of thrift stores and chlorine instantly filled her nostrils. She daintily got her eyes checked, and then she sat down on a small plastic throne. Looking ahead, she could see some horrible spilled liquid all over the floor, so she lifted her pretty feet off the contaminated floor, and played a royal game of Word Mole with her adoring Uncle, Prince Kliff. 

     Then her special number was called over a wonderful contraption called a PA system! She rushed over to the small, tired troll who manned the magic desk. He signed many papers and asked for many certificates, cards, and signatures, then he sent her off on another journey to receive the test. She dashed daintily away to receive her test, and an old fairy showed her to a special cubicle where the test would take place. Princess DQ took the test valiantly, and finished with flying colors. Afterwards, she sat back in the plastic throne next to her Uncle, Prince Kliff, and they looked and beheld something so atrocious, so inconceivable, it was almost unbelievable.

It was a hairy wolf-woman, with legs like a hairy man!
But Princess DQ got her magical learner’s permit, and she escaped before the wolf-woman could do anything.
That’s right, you guys! I got my permit!!!

-DQ#1

A tall tale filled with adventure, disaster, and… Hairy legs?

     Once upon a time, in a land far away known as Mesa, Arizona, there lived a beautiful princess named DQ#1. She loved her life in Mesa, amongst the heat and little creatures known as siblings. One day, she discovered a magical scroll that told her how to drive a magical carriage, or car for short,so she studied and studied it, until she had the knowledge required to control it. At last, she reached the proper age, and her Grandfather, King Whetten, and her Uncle, Prince Kliff, escorted her to the palace in a land called Gilbert. There, and only there, could she be tested to see if she had the special skills necessary to operate a magic car. 
     The princess entered the palace, and the smell of thrift stores and chlorine instantly filled her nostrils. She daintily got her eyes checked, and then she sat down on a small plastic throne. Looking ahead, she could see some horrible spilled liquid all over the floor, so she lifted her pretty feet off the contaminated floor, and played a royal game of Word Mole with her adoring Uncle, Prince Kliff. 

     Then her special number was called over a wonderful contraption called a PA system! She rushed over to the small, tired troll who manned the magic desk. He signed many papers and asked for many certificates, cards, and signatures, then he sent her off on another journey to receive the test. She dashed daintily away to receive her test, and an old fairy showed her to a special cubicle where the test would take place. Princess DQ took the test valiantly, and finished with flying colors. Afterwards, she sat back in the plastic throne next to her Uncle, Prince Kliff, and they looked and beheld something so atrocious, so inconceivable, it was almost unbelievable.

It was a hairy wolf-woman, with legs like a hairy man!
But Princess DQ got her magical learner’s permit, and she escaped before the wolf-woman could do anything.
That’s right, you guys! I got my permit!!!

-DQ#1