Got to stop wishin, got to go fishin

As usual, I have been meaning to post in here for over a week. I can’t believe we have been home for a week now!! That trip just went too fast and that is unacceptable. I need to start planning another one.

The dolphin dive on the last day was awesome. Even though only one dolphin decided to come with us, it was ok because there were only 4 of us (divers), 2 photographers, the trainer and the divemaster. So that was nice – we got lots o’ lovin’ time.

Later in the day we did the dolphin swim. Now this was another story. There were about 12-14 people doing this. With about 15 dolphins. Ugh. All I got were people’s fins in my face, fog in my mask and pissed off. Have I mentioned I hate people? When I finally did get interaction with a dolphin, the guy who was supposed to be filming us had disappeared chasing a Moray.

After spending way too much time in the photo shop getting our videos sorted out, we took a shower and went into West End for shopping and dinner. By the time we got there, most of the shops were closed. We had been looking forward all week to eating at Argentinean Grill, but we could not find it. I was told later we did not walk down far enough. West End is basically a 1 road town, and I thought it ended at the “triangle”. Apparently not. Had we walked past the triangle, we would have found it. (and no, I don’t usually ask people for directions or information) Oh well, we ended up eating pizza and watching a beautiful sunset. So it wasn’t all bad. And we did manage to find a couple t-shirts to wear home the next day.

Our flight was scheduled to leave at 2:40 on Saturday afternoon. The time change really screwed these people up and they kept telling us our flight left at 1:40 so they wanted us ready to leave for the airport at 9:30 am! With our bags being picked up by 7:30am! After packing and eating breakfast, we decided to go say goodbye to the dolphins. It was about 8am and there was nobody over there. I think the trainers usually show up around 8:30 or 9. As soon as we stepped on the dock we were greeted by a dolphin with a piece of grass in her mouth, wanting to play catch! After playing catch and rubbing her for a few minutes, we recognized the scratches on her back. It was Fiona! (the dolphin we met during the encounter and swim on Friday) Maybe she recognized us. We stayed and played with her for about 45 minutes and then the trainers started showing up with their buckets of fish, so of course she left. But that was awesome. The highlight of the trip.

So yeah, we get to the airport around 10am, get checked in, and end up having 4 hours to sit and wait. Nice. I could think of better things to do than sit in the Roatan airport. (like play with Fiona) We brought some movies with us, which we of course did not have time to watch all week. So we spent the next 2 hours sitting in uncomfortable metal chairs watching “Memoirs of a Geisha”. Which was very good by the way.

Toward the end of the movie I happened to look up at the person sitting across from me. You know how guys sit with their legs spread and elbows on their knees? Well this person was sitting like that, except they had on a skirt, make up, and long blonde hair. At first glance, it’s a woman. So I look at Matthew like “What’s up with that?” He just says “Stop” cuz he knows I’m not going to let this one go. Upon further investigation, I notice her feet are pretty big, as are her hands. (talk about “man hands”) She spent a lot of time brushing her hair and applying make up, but kept up that very un-lady-like sitting position. Now I’m quite sure she was post-op because unless she was a great tuck-artist, I didn’t see anything. Yes I looked – HEY! She was offering! And she was wearing a tight tank top so we could see she had boobs and I heard her talk and her voice was pretty feminine. So my question is….if you are going to go through ALL THAT to make yourself a woman. The pain. The money. The time. Couldn’t you At Least make an effort to practice girly mannerisms? I mean really….if it weren’t for the way she was sitting, I probably would not have even noticed her. Never would have questioned it. Yeah she was about 6 feet tall, but there are tall girls. At one point she got up and lost her seat, so when she came back, she sat next to me. I wanted so badly to give her some advice. Girls don’t sit like that! Especially when wearing a short skirt. But I didn’t. Oh and the guy she was with? (Yes he was really a guy.) Probably 20-25 years older than her. Looked like he should be pushing a shopping cart. Real skinny, crazy dirty gray hair and beard. I wonder if he knew that she used to be a man?

This week passed quickly. Got back into the groove of working. I guess. I am starting to get the “dread going to work” feeling. And I don’t like that. My 90 days with the security company is up, so I can call them and re-test. But there are no openings at my store now, so I don’t know if it would even matter.

We saw “The DaVinci Code” Friday. I didn’t see the point cuz it was Exactly like the book. But it’s still a good story. Matthew is all ate up with guilt cuz he knows his mommy would not approve of him seeing that movie. Please. That whole boycotting thing is just ridiculous. It’s fiction people! Just like most of your bible. But unlike the bible, I doubt people are going to run out and start a new religion based on it. It’s just an entertaining mystery story and if it makes you think about things? Well…that’s a good thing. You have spent too much time being close-minded.

Oh and get this. While at the movies we turn off our cell phones. (Because we are the considerate sort, unlike the woman who’s baby cried for the first 30 minutes of the film. If you can’t afford a babysitter, stay home!) It was about a quarter til 8 when the movie was over and we turned our phones back on. Matthew had received a message around 5pm (about the time we turned the phones off) from his parents that his brother’s wife’s brother had died (on Tuesday) and the visitation was tonight from 5-8. OK – notice? What’s up with that? They always do that to us and so of course now we look like the evil whores who skipped someone’s funeral to see an anti-Catholic movie. In spite of what they might think, I am not an evil person. I would not intentionally skip someone’s funeral. If they had been Considerate enough to tell us the day before, or hell even earlier in the day on Friday, we would have been there. But that’s the story of my life with that family. They have not liked me from day one, and I don’t expect that to ever change.

Enough of that. It’s time to move on to more pleasant things. Like the rest of this day -which looks like it should be beautiful. Maybe we will head down to Maifest and eat German food and spend money we shouldn’t getting henna tattoos.

Peace.