Stella has a new boyfriend named Teddy. Teddy is a 5 yr old, tan, little boat monkey that speaks English, Spanish and Swedish. He has helped Stella gain the courage to surf by herself and has thrown sand and water in her face, knocked her off a tractor tire and is all around toughening her up. He totally gets away with it though because he is a doll, and Stella loves him. Stella is in need of mas ninos. Leila is coming in a few days, and I cannot wait until she can play her games with someone. She is in major need of some cousin love. I am in major need of some family time as well. Not to mention the new baby Bird-ginia. I cannot wait to get some baby squeezin' up in here.
We were all sitting at the table the other night and Stella was playing with the light switch. She went to turn the light on and jumped. She said there was a scary lizard that moved. It was a scorpion. I almost shit myself. I don't think there is a creature on this planet that i dislike more than a scorpion. They are stupid and there is no reason they are in existence. If you have another thought on the matter i would love to hear it cause they are haunting me now.
When I was a kid and we would visit my Grandma Annice on Maui, she would put any strange bug we found in a book. I thought it was crazy, until I took a look in the book. (yeah) It is fascinating. I have heard too many stories of centipedes crawling into bed with people, and venomous spiders finding homes in the towels hanging in the bathroom. urgh... Now when I close my eyes to sleep i am envisioning armies of scorpions coming at me. Under the mattress, under my pillow, on the ceiling. It gets so bad I start to feel them on me. I opened the cabinet and a piece of trash whirled out on the floor and I screamed and jumped back. I know I am going to have to get used to them, but scorpions? really? F that.
We went to Burro's today. Parked at the wrong hotel and hiked a mile in on soft sand. Good for the ass and the patience. Burrows is, for the most part, a right. Lots of rocks surrounding the area, but there is a nice channel to paddle out in. Nolan yet again didn't make it in time and got a pounding. I went out for 2 hours and caught two waves, then decided to reconstruct a surf shack on the beach. A woman asked me if it was my new home and said I was coming up in the world. Thanks, bitch. At least it has a ocean view.
There was a hotel there that had some Hobbie Cats they where gearing up. Game on when Lee and Mark get here. I think we will have to find a sitter for a day of sailing. Racing perhaps.
Nolan and I have been talking about buying a spear for fishing. Apparently, Sayulita is a world wide destination for spear fishing, and there where guys catching 90 lb. fish out there. They said you spear them and then tie it to a rock and wait for it to die while you go up and down for air. Could you imagine spearing a 6 ft tuna under water and then wrestling it to a rock? Talk about fishing.
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