Lazy Dreamer You Never Want To Rise

Right, so I've been home for a week. Maybe it's time to actually write about Mexico, hmm?

The week before we left was absolute madness. I needed to finish up a few things at work and for some reason I felt the need to clean the entire condo for Turtle (who was staying at our place to take care of Stella and who would not have cared at all if it wasn't spotless.) I was also trying to write down every single Stella-related thing I could think of, which resulted in a 6-page instructional document for Turtle (ps - sorry, lady!) She's used to my craziness though, so she didn't mind. I hope.

We left Monday morning. Shawn and I were a bit prickly with each other because we had to get up early to make the flight. Shawn is the type of person who sees nothing wrong with showing up at the airport 30 minutes before the flight is scheduled to leave. It makes me batty. So I may have told a little white lie about what time the flight was leaving, which I am not apologizing for because by the time we made it to the airport (we forgot to factor in Monday morning rush hour) and got checked in, we only had 20 minutes to grab a coffee and some magazines before boarding. It made things a bit tense though, when Shawn realized that he could have slept longer. He turned sweet again after we boarded and the complimentary champagne was brought out.

The resort was gorgeous. The buildings were well-maintained, the grounds were beautiful (the entire resort is a giant botanical garden) and everything was so clean.

front entrance

Shawn was so disappointed because there was never any water in this fountain

We stayed in the Royal Suites portion of the resort because we are such Fancy People (erm, or maybe because we received a complimentary upgrade.) This meant that we had separate check-in service, a lobby bar, a private pool for Fancy People only, a private beach, a private restaurant and 24-hour room-service. It also meant that we didn't have to mingle with the common folk. Ha, I kid. It meant we didn't have to stand in any line-ups. The resort was only about half full, and the Royal Suites were even emptier. We didn't see a single person on our floor the entire week we were there. It was a bit odd, to be at a large resort and have so few people there, but it was also beneficial because it meant that we didn't wait for anything. The buffet could get a bit hectic at times but it was never unmanageable. There were no lines at the bars. The pools were never full. There was always a wide selection of beach chairs to choose from. I'm not sure why the resort was so empty. It might have something to do with Hurricane Season starting the week we were there. I don't know.

The private pool for Fancy People only

The eerily empty Main Pool

I get to marry this stud. Rawr!

This is what I wore to bed every night because Shawn had the air conditioner turned up so high

I don't have anything exciting to write about because it wasn't an exciting holiday. It was a chilled-out, relaxed, sloth-like holiday. We slept a lot. We ate and drank a lot. We sat by the pool and read and sunbathed and napped. We swam. We walked along the beach. Shawn humoured me and followed me around while I took a bazillion photos so I wouldn't get lost. It was perfect. Neither of us had ever been on a holiday where the objective was to relax and do nothing. We are do-ers. We were both concerned about our ability to do nothing and not get bored but it turns out we can do it, happily.

Baby You Can Do Magic

The Over-Thinker has tagged me to do a Why I Am Quirky list and I'm going to do it when I'm less brain-dead (promise!)

In the meantime, go gawk at Trish and Cory's gorgeous new baby.

I Took To The Stage With My Outrage In The Bad Old Days When You Were The "Make Me Mad" Guy

I have been pulled from my sloth-like existence by a story I just read on cbc.ca.

Stacey Fearnall is a waitress in Ontario who shaved her head to raise money for the charity Cops for Cancer ... and was fired for doing so. WTF? I cannot understand the logic behind this bonehead move.

This is wrong on so many different levels. First of all, she did this for charity. She raised $2,700 for cancer research. She was being completely unselfish and this is how she's rewarded? Oh, thanks for being selfless and generous and BRAVE (hello - she shaved her head) but, uh, you're fired!

Secondly, how can the owner justify firing someone because of how they look? That's not even legal. You can't fire someone for being ugly or being a certain gender or a certain race. You can fire people for being lazy or for stealing or for not doing their job correctly. Shaving her head doesn't not make her lazy or a thief or incompetent. Unless she signed a contract that implicitly stated that her employment was dependent on her having long hair, I don't understand how the owner can get away with firing her for not having long hair anymore.

Thirdly, this is a gender issue. If a man shaved his head, it would be acceptable. A waiter who shaved his head would not be fired for doing so. Stacey is being punished for shaving her head because she is a woman and a woman with a shaved head falls outside of society's norms. It's appalling.

Having a shaved head does not impede Stacey's job performance. In fact, I would argue that it improves it. How many times have you gone to a restaurant and found a hair in your food? It completely ruins the dining experience. Stacey has eliminated the problem completely! Not only that, but just think of how much faster she can do her job, now that she doesn't have long hair slowing her down (wind resistance!)

So, anyone residing in Owen Sound, Ontario, please show your support by boycotting Nathaniel's Restaurant. The owner (who doesn't even have the guts to address the media, instead releasing a statement saying it is an employer-employee matter and such matters are not to be dealt with in the public) should be ashamed of himself.

I Hold My Breath And Close My Eyes And I Wait For Paradise

Sorting through the bazillion photos I took, I did manage to find some alcohol-free ones. Maybe this weekend I'll manage to add some narrative to my photos. Or maybe I'll just continue posting photos because I'm lazy and braindead.

I Get Drunk In The Morning I Don't Look For Afternoons

This week has been really difficult. Since we got home from Mexico I've been struggling to make it through the day. Work is hard. Being at home is hard. Stella is being snotty. I am tired. I was sorting through some photos tonight and everything started to make sense.

Why this week has been a struggle:

and then my liver shrivelled up and died.

The end.

I'm So Tired My Mind Is On The Blink

I'm home. I'm tired. My brain is fried. Work is stupid busy. I have a bazillion photos to sort through. Every time I open Google Reader I want to cry and am becoming more and more tempted to hit the magic "mark all as read" button. One day I will write a coherent (and possibly interesting) post with accompanying photos. Today is not that day, my friends.

All I Want Is To Be Home

This is what I get to come home to: