And the last time we were there we spent our time in Los Cabos.

Hilary and I did make it out to Phoenix for an immigration rally and march that happened over my birthday weekend. It was unbelievable! Thousands of people attended – all shapes, sizes, colors and creeds. Really amazing. Later that night at our hotel things got a little out of hand. Not with the marchers or anyone involved in the rally. Things got outta hand when we got sucked into the vortex of two cranky, old, rich drunk dudes and the one’s train conductor girlfriend. But that’s a story for another day. Lemme just say that old drunk golfers falling down are hilarious!

We leave again April 3rd to head back down to Baja California Sur. Can’t forget the Sur as that makes the Mexicans salty. This time we will be meeting Hilary in Mazatlan. From there we’ve got a cabin booked on the ferry to La Paz. After La Paz we head back to Los Cabos. I can almost feel it: family, good people, great food, sand, sun and tequila. It’s almost time to get my shorts and flip flops out!

I am going to do my best to join Celia.  Y’all should too.

Just got this at work. It’s addressed to me and weighs 3 lbs. Moms says it’s one of many to arrive from my sister for my birthday. I am not allowed to open it until tomorrow even though it says “OPEN IMMEDIATELY — CONTENTS MAY BE PERISHABLE” on the box. The proof is in the photo.

If my sister keeps giving me gifts of delicious food y’all may never see a picture of me on this blog again. Ever.

It’s over. But pajama day was awesome while it lasted.

We laid about in bed knitting & increasing our brain strength

Our dogs joined us

The Girl played some Guitar Hero

That fat beagle lays around a LOT!

In between activities we ate – pork roast with root vegetables for dinner – and drove Steve West crazy.

Absolutely fantastic!

And now I am off to lay on my ass and drink beer…so the usual just in a new location.

Thanks again for you trust and confidence.”

I left off the pertinents, but i also received a phone call from the emailer on my home phone making sure I still want the car. Hell yeah I want the motherfucking car! I can’t wait for the motherfucking car! Friday the 13th couldn’t be bettah fo’ me! I am hoping to take delivery when I get home from the desert. Stay tuned!

I’ve been in the yard as much as possible and seen all sorts of delicious things.  Remember how we had a vole run through the living room and something trying to get us in the attic?  We threw traps and poison from stem to stern and have heard nothing else.  Not a peep.  That is until I was cleaning out some leaves from the Spanish Lavender when the Ghost of Christmas Past rose up and almost gave me a heart attack.  Befuckinghold:

That is NASTY!  Of course, I left it out on the walk as a warning to anything else that may be thinking of invading my home.  We have rules:  you stay outside and I leave you alone – well, I still may shoot you with fox pee, but I don’t kill you.  You come inside and you’re mine.  While visual aid was laying there and I was knitting on a sock, some fucker from the neighborhood association came up on my porch, with his DOG, and interrupted a serious dilemma to tell me they were celebrating the park’s 125th anniversary and I should be there.  When he only got “okay” and the stink eye for his dog he huffed off with a “sorry” like he’s 10 years old, which is really an insult to my 10 year old who doesn’t act like that.  She also knows better than to take her dogs up onto some stranger’s porch.  Fuckhead.  And no, I didn’t go to the park thing as it involved all sorts of public prayers by the local churches.  I don’t like any persons religion up in my face, thankyouveryfuckingmuch.

Now, it was either that day or a day close to it that we celebrated Mutha Fucka Day!  I know I won’t ever get Mother of the Year so we just get down to the real deal around here.  I am an asshole and I am a bitch to live with.  I know this and they know this but they love me anyway.  And, truth be told, I am a pretty good mutha even if I am a bit lot unorthodox in my methods.  The Girl made breakfast for me and she and Mr. gave me some new Chuckie T.’s, in blue and in natural, since I’ve been wearing mine since forever and they are jacked up.  Then we ran out to Mom’s for dinner.  One of the best parts was that I received a card from Celia wishing my Happy Mother Fucker’s Day!  I was so surprised yet so thrilled that she remembered!  She really is a sweetheart.  I do hope her day was as good as mine.

On the topic of gardening I’ve got this weird plant growing.  I put it in last year and really like it, but can’t for the life of me remember what the hell it is.  If anyone has a clue please send it my way.  This is the base:

and it has this super duper long assed flower:

What is it?  I do have normal things, like this lily:

We’ve finally gotten the rest of the annuals in and the veg garden is going gangbusters.  I should have rutabega in a week or two, along with tomatoes and cukes.  Those two are going to take over if I don’t watch it.  I’ve also already had banana peppers come in and I am now waiting on the habaneros and bell peppers.  Oh, and I’ve got some strawberries and rhubarb and asparagus.  Seriously?  I am turning into FarmerfuckingTed.

What else?  Oh yeah, the wildlife tried to get us at work too.

That’s a black rat snake and that is my front door at work.  It’s all crinkled up because a mockingbird had just pecked it.  That’s balls considering that snake eats birds  Now I gotta get rid of it before my leadperson at work gets wind that there is a snake about.  He won’t come into work if he knows it’s there and I need him to be there.

This past weekend we all rode out bikes over to Lenny’s for Mondo Homo 2008.  What.a.total.blast!  Bands, booze and great people.  Shitty Candy was a total hit.  I love women that can throw it down.

and the marching band at the end got The Girl going:

And there you have it:  the update from the ATL.  Knitting content on the flip, dig?