Have you ever ached for someone? I do. I ache right now to be with Riddick. We've been like ships passing in the dark night, for four days, while I'm on night shift and he's on days. It's odd to enter our home, empty, but all the signs of someone having just been there. The drip of coffee on the counter top is still wet, the dogs haven't quite settled in on the bed yet, waiting for me to arrive. The fan in the bathroom is still running. My ache is also for my parents. I know I do not have the corner on the market for loss. Not having your parents alive and having your spouse's parents still alive puts an odd spin on it. I don't have children of my own, so I feel much like a parasite on Riddick's family. I don't think I'm treated as a parasite, I just feel like one.
I yelled that once. Not really yelled, more like exclaimed it loudly and with panic. Panic caused by the fear of projectile vomit coming out all over me and everyone else at the table. I was on Roatan, with two friends, Missy and Prissy. We had been "dolphin trainers for a day" and had chosen to buy the cheap lunch with the locals. We were told they had only two plates of fish left and than the conejo. Conejo is spanish for "rabbit". So I made the sacrifce and let the twins have the fish. It's not my favorite meat, but I figured what the heck..when in rome... All was good until the american dolphin trainer walked by and was kind enough to tell me that "conejo" wasn't the "rabbit" I was thinking of. She said the magic word.."Watusa" Abruptly a plate with rice and fried plantain appear with a dark sweet smelling meat...Watusa. That's when the yelling came in and the controlled gag reflex fyi....Watusa is a damm r