My sincere apologies, I know it has been a long time since I write anything, but if you know me personally then you damn well know that I’ve had a lot going on. Some good, some not so good, and other situations I don’t know quite how to classify.

Let’s recap, shall we? I decided that I needed a little getaway, so Jonathan and I went to Palm Springs during Dinah Shore weekend. We didn’t go for the lesbian festivities, but it just so happen to coincide. While I’m on the topic, here’s a handy travel suggestion. Don’t book travel after a few drinks. When I arrived at the hotel I was presented with the bill which was nearly astronomical. Apparently, I had called while in a fit and demanded the best room they had. It so happens that their best room is the “Shirley Temple Room” which was formerly a pool shed. It was nice, and nicely disturbing. There were pictures of the young, smiling Shirley everywhere. Cute, but do I need her staring at me on the toilet, I don’t think so.

Jonathan and I were a hit at the all-boy’s resort by default. We were the youngest and most attractive. (Another reason why I love Palm Springs–instant ego boost!) We barely took our obscenely large sun glasses off, which help to hide our malicious commentary. One morning I walked out of the room to the pool and an elderly gentleman proclaimed, “God, you’re fat!” Which couldn’t be further from the truth. My response: “At least I’m not old.” I know, I can be pretty nasty.

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I got a Disneyland pass, which I’d been wanting to renew for a while, mainly because there’s a bar at California Adventure, which makes all the people so much more tolerable. David and I went and we reached a point in the day where we couldn’t comment on other people anymore. I was on the verge of covering my eyes as to say, “I can’t look at another person, you take it!” Again, the sunglasses never came off, which is fun when the camera snaps a picture of you on a ride.

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My company was acquired by a much larger, global, company. It’s been very exciting on my end. Turns out that one of their main reasons for choosing us was a training and certification program that we have that I manage. I call it job security.

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My paternal grandmother passed away today. She lived in Cuba and my father, brother, and I were planning a trip next month to see her before she passed, but we were too late. I’m a bit struck down by it, but she had a wonderful life–yes, even in Cuba.

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I’m going to Miami in May, which I’m excited about. I’m going with mom and gram, but I’ll have a car so it won’t be too bad. I hope to come back tanner than ever, and rejuvenated. I say that because my aunt, who lives there, is a Santera priestess. Yes I’m Cuban, and yes, we have them in my family as well.

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I tried bringing in a new cat into my home who had been hanging around outside, but my incumbent cat wasn’t having it. She is such a lady. She’d sit quietly until he came too close, then bop him on the nose. He was all black and I called him Mister, because I call my cat Lady, even though her name is Dinah. I had to kick him out when he crapped outside of the bathtub, then twice in the bathtub. He had been using the litter box but Lady kicked him out. I couldn’t deal with cleaning up cat crap every day. Now, Dinah sits in the window, taunting him, walking back an forth as to say, “Don’t fuck with me fella.” Like father like daughter.

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I have a new camera, finally! After drop-kicking my old one on Thanksgiving I can actually start posting pictures, so expect a cavalcade of random pictures.

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I am training two friends to run the Long Beach Marathon with me (my third marathon), so I’m having to get back into “exercise mode.” I’m excited for it, but for Christ’s sake, a damn water belt cost me thirty bucks! It’s fabric, a zipper, and a water bottle! It didn’t help that I bought one for my two trainees. They don’t know it yet, mainly because we just started, but I’m a bitch of a coach. I have a whistle.

That’s all for now. I promise to be a better blogger