Girlz gone not so wild (now that one of them is pregnant)

Mexico is just not as fun when you can't drink or dive. (But it still beats work!)

Twenty weeks pregnant (half way there).

Happy Halloween

Last Saturday I went to my friend's annual Halloween party. While I'm sure a good time was had by all, I think I might have had the most fun. I was a social butterfly and a singer and dancer to boot.

It wouldn't be Labor Day without a cookout

The spread included lamb, roasted veggies, hamburgers and hotdogs, potato salad...





The Chef:



There were EIGHT dogs present. (Too many to fit into one photo.)




Friends' kids. She was a princess and he was spiderman. (I didn't know one was supposed to dress in costume for Labor Day.)



Me and a small herd of dogs:



I should add that all of these photographs were taken by my friends Ann and Daman. I really like the one of the eggplant dish (it looks like it should be in a magazine and it tasted like it too!) and the one of Huckleberry the hound dog eyeing the food.

Sometimes your soul knows what it needs

I spent the weekend listening to friends play music. It felt so good, like something I hadn't been aware my life was missing.

Still more photos

More photos, but not the one my neice took of my butt

Girlz gone wild

My sister, niece, and I all went to Cabo last week. Yes, in fact, we did let my 19 year old niece drink while we are there, why do you ask? I don't think my sister was so keen on the idea, but I pointed out to her that she let me drink when I was 16.

The point of all trips that we go on together is diving and we did have a great dive at Cabo Pulmo in the Sea of Cortez. No photos of that because we didn't remember to buy an underwater camera, and I, personally, just like to look at things and feel a mild sense of euphoria when I dive, rather than trying to record it all for later. We did see a few memorable things: a school of 100s of rays, a giant eel who could have swallowed my head, a school of jacks, and a school of puffer fish. Another group diving near us had to abort their dive when they were circled by eight bull sharks. At first I thought it would have been cool to see a bunch of sharks, but later when I heard the circling part of the story I was glad that I missed out. This lovely dive was followed by a lovely beach-side late lunch that may have left me with a small case of "Why am I such an adventurous eater in third world countries?"

More photos later.

Just one of the guys

Friday night I was invited to climb with a group of people to the top of Horsetooth mountain to watch the sun set and the full moon rise. I have been close to the top of Horsetooth in the past, but have never made it all of the way up. I was worried that I would be too slow or wouldn't be able to make it.

The other people were late, so my friend and I started before they arrived. We got to walk all of the way to the top on our own. My friend was polite enough to act like it was killing him too, although he is in much better shape than I am. Shortly after we arrived on the top, nine other guys showed up, i.e., it was me and ten men on the top of a mountain. Everyone drank wine and some of them smoked cigars. Since they treated me like I was one of the guys, I felt like a fly on the wall at a bachelor party. Maybe they played it up because they had an audience. I learned that of these ten, most prefer large breasts and Brazilian waxes. I think my friend was more embarrassed than I was.

We sat on the top for hours, then climbed down in the full moon and a little drunk. Even though when I got home I was too tired to brush my teeth or put on my nightgown (I slept in my clothes), I can't wait to do it again!