MeXscape

Yesterday was just one of those days. You know the kind I mean. Murphy seemed to be perched directly on my shoulder and personally directing the events of the day. Everything that could go wrong, did, and in a spectacular way.

Last Wednesday, my friend and alert blogger Nancy, who writes Countdown to Mexico, sent me an email that she had discovered a site that was using her content without permission. She had been looking at her site stats on Technorati and noticed a link she hadn't seen before. Boy was she surprised when she saw what was going on. She emailed me so I could keep an eye on my stats and see if I was having the same problem. I decided to visit the offending site and was incensed to discover that 25 of my posts had been stolen and posted there.

There are very few things in this world that have the deadly allure, and the ability to cause pain, of tequila. I used to love tequila, back when I was young and stupid, but I swore off it long ago. I haven't had a shot of tequila in 12 years, and life has been good. But for some reason, Friday night I walked the road to perdition.

This is the most asked question of me. There are a thousand different reasons, both definite and unquantifiable.

Today's answer is: It's 4 days before Christmas, and I went swimming in the ocean.

Today is my beloved's birthday. He is not really into celebration. In fact, he has a list of clients and tasks and plans to work today just like any other day. Which is a little strange, because his family is very into birthdays and still insists on sending us gifts even though we are adults and live way down here in Mexico, which makes both of us feel loved and missed.