The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
You know I am in Grenada right? Well, there is an underwater volcano to the north of the island. Its name is 'Kick 'em Jenny'. After the tsunami in Asia in December 2004, it brought back to mind the fact that the volcano here could erupt at any time! Yikes!
Today, the seas on Grand Anse Beach are very rough. So of course, you know, it got my mind racing again.....could this be the volcano erupting? They tell me that I am too scared, and its just rough seas.
Well, the sea normally looks like this....
Today, the sea looks like this.....
I know I aint crazy.....this is NOT normal.
Well maybe it's just people's perception of my size that I can't understand. Last night, several people, about six in fact, one after the other, said "you've lost so much weight!" You look great!" This was from both men and women.
Of course I had to be gracious and say thanks, but to some I did say that I've actually put on weight since I've been here (what's new). Somebody told me it was because I had on a well constructed jacket. I took a picture. What you think? (I'm headless)
We had a celebration of the rebirth of the hotel this evening. It was another fireworks affair, very beautifully done. But I am focussing on the wonderful flowers that were on display all around the hotel. Grenada is well known for its flowers, winning Gold at the Chelsea Flower Show in London every year.
Enjoy! I know Sunshine especially will appreciate these...
I have to say that the Batchelor candidate Travis, is gorgeous. I've never watched the show before, but since I saw the very first one, I will watch as much of it as I can.
Twenty five girls were chosen to fly to Paris, where the Batchelor is doing all his dating. At the end of the cocktail party, he chooses 12 girls to remain in Paris.
Well....
....Travis is an ER doctor and one of the candidates was Allie G who is also a doctor (oncologist). She was one of the ones to have to pack her bag and she made quite a scene when she wasn't chosen. She scared off Travis, when during her chit chat with him, she told him that the reason she wanted to find a mate and settle down was because she wanted to reproduce and that her eggs are getting old!
Come on now! And then she storms back in to ask him why he didn't pick her? Well I think the whole world saw, after that tiff, just why he shouldn't have picked her.
Now I am not sure that I would go about finding a wife so publicly, but so be it. Actuallly Travis didn't apply. He was walking down the street one day and the casting crew saw him and thought "oh, my God" and convinced him to go on the show.
Personally, I like Sarah the Kindergarten teacher from his hometown of Nashville Tennessee. The other Sara from Canada too young and flirty flirty. The the black haired one is just not to be trusted.
Stay tuned to the Batchelor and see who he picks. Some of the reality TV shows are interesting. I prefer to watch them than the sitcoms.
Have you ever watched that show on ABC on a Monday night? I first saw Wife Swap when I was living in England, so I believe it's a British import across the pond.
Two families swap wifes for two weeks. In the first week, the new wife has to live by the rules of the regular wife. Each wife writes a manual before hand of course. In the second week, the new wife gets to set the rules and the hussy and kiddies have to live by them. At the end, the two couples meet up and discuss what they learnt from the experience.
Well, tonight, one wife lurched across the table to slap the other wife, after some criticisms were hurled. Maaan oh mannnn. It was like Jerry Springer material! Anyway, they took three hours to cool off and then they were civilzed again.
Those of you who are wives, would you be comfortable with another wife coming into your house and basically pry on how you run the affairs of the house?
I heard the buzz about Desperate Housewives first season, so started watching it last year. Those of you who do, know that on Wisteria Lane, lives Mrs Betty Applewhite and her two sons, one of whom is mentally ill, broke into the Solices' house and made Gabrielle lose her baby.
Now last Sunday, the other son was caught necking with Bree's daughter. They're both teenagers. Miss Prissy Bree marked the necker and the neckee over to Mrs Applewhite's house to deposit her son, the necker. Mrs Applewhite promptly 'shot di bwoy a box' in his face.
It got me thinking that everything that has been portrayed about that family is quite negative. They are actually going to be leaving town. Lots of strange things have been happening to them and around them. And so I asked the question....couldn't the casting people and writers have made them a caucasian family???
...what do you do?
I remember Small Island Girl talking about her M-I-L offending her and I told her to have a word with her. Now I am faced with the question of whether I should tell another person how their actions and words affected me tonight. I'm not particularly close to the person, but I feel it is in our best interest to get things out in the open.
So how do you handle being pissed off? I couldnt have spoken to him about it when it happened last night, or else some words that I don't normally use woulda come outa mi mout!
You know what that means?
Lots of blog entries.....
This morning I woke up, had a nice breakfast, was tired as hell and had a headache, so I promptly went back to bed. While sleeping the door buzzer rang. It was Housekeeping to clean my room.
Shucks....because I was having a helluva dream....
I dreamt that I was at home in Jamaica, the Kitchen had been remodelled and made larger. But that is besides the point. At the point that the Room Attendant rang the bell, I was caressing Johnny Depp's hairy chest. He had come to visit me, and it wasn't the first time. I had on just what I actually had on...my nightdress, my lovely bathrobe, hair don't comb, teeth don't brush. But he didn't mind.
Do you know what he was eager to do? Read this blog! Seriously! He said that Princess P had told him about it and he had been on a few times and loved it. So he was sitting down about to log on, I was standing up caressing this man's chest and loving it (oh gosh...I hope my parents don't read this!), and wishing....well there was that matter of the screw.
Oh tomorrow is Sunday. Pure thoughts please!
Ok, so it's not what you're thinking....
There was an issue with the bed sinking. All it needed was one screw. I had a good night's sleep last night all because of one screw.
Well not moving to another island. Just moving from the hotel across the street to the one I am doing work at. It is called an Anthurium Pool Suite with a small swimming pool (that I will probably never use). Will post some pictures one day. I could have moved to one on the beach but it's a public beach and I'm single (and not looking...heh heh) so don't like being so open.
Have a great weekend.
I am up early to exercise! Cause for celebration.
I went to bed at about 9:40 last night, set the alarm for 5:30, but woke up naturally at about 4:45. So had my 5 cups of water (first in a long time) and am now heading to the hotel's gym. Rain threatened to sabotage my exercise, but fortunately the shower was short and sharp.
Cheerio.....
I have to say that in Jamaica we do a good job with sports coverage generally. For example, on a day like yesterday when two Carib Beer matches were going on, on Jamaican stations, you would have got the close of play scores from both matches.
In Grenada last night, I could only get the match that was being played here....Windwards vs Barbados.
Then when I turned to Gayelle TV, their sports section had a story on Dwayne Bravo getting a 3 year contract with - I think - a batting company. Now I didn't watch Gayelle from the start of news so not sure if they reported that first thing, but I certainly didn't hear the scores in the Jamaica vs TT. Is a good thing. It would have pissed me off (just like today's close of day scores will!)
I was watching a Trinidad station the other night and they had a clip on a hockey competition. What a ridiculous sport! You run around with these sticks that are too short for you, from one end of the court to the next, with the risk of another player wacking you on your shin, or worse....in your head!
I remember taking up a hockey stick at P.E. in my early high school years, but it certainly didn't make an impression and the other night, I saw why. I think my sister played for a bit.
Anyway, somebody like Dr D could be saying the above about cricket. The moral? To each his own sport!
If we have started out the year like this, isn't that an indication that it is going to be another 'annus horriblis' (or however it's spelt)?
Just heard by email of the death by a stroke of Pansy Hassan, one of the stalwarts of the National Dance Theatre Company in Jamaica. She retired a long time ago, however for the dance piece called Gerrehbenta, she would sometimes dance that role alongside founder Professor Rex Nettleford, and of course in the piece entitled Kumina.
One of her daughters, Stacy, danced with my sister. Stacy is a member of the NDTC as well.
Here is an entry I had done after I went last July to see the performance, which mentions Mrs Hassan.
It struck me that Mrs Hassan is probably just a little bit older than my mother. Bwoy, the thought of losing one of my parents scares me sh*tless.
Happy New Year!
Gosh....can't believe that 2005 is done already. Of course I have now started about all the things I should have done last year that I didn't. Must start the 'to do' list soon.
But in the mean time, time to enjoy the fireworks....
Up, up and away....
