You, me and birdie

One of my favorite pictures of Ron and I (of course) from our beautiful honeymoon in Cancun. Just look at those sweet faces. All of them. This one was taken on Saturday, our last full day there. In short, we had a blast. So many memories and laughs. The perfect beginning. Something to remember during the hard times.

Before I go, I must mention something we did on our trip that I am SO PROUD of. I went SCUBA DIVING for the first time in my life! We went down 30 feet! Breathing underwater? Piece of cake! I had always dreamed of diving and it just came naturally. But of course I was scared! We practed for a bit in a pool and then it was showtime. A half hour ride on a bumpy speed boat over the gorgeous, very rough, water. But it wasn't the perfect experience. I did get seasick...while under water! Who knew?! I stayed calm and enjoyed the scenery as much as I could before the nausia forced me to signal that I needed to go up. Dammit! And there's nothing quite like puking all over the surface. "If you need to trow out, trow out..." Very sound advice. The yellow-orange eggs and potatoes I'd had for breakfast contrasted nicely against the turquiose of the ocean, I must say. Thank God it was just Ron and I with the instructor. The other two pussies (both overweight men who spent the evening before drinking and partying too much) ended up staying on the boat while the three of us went down. Despite the sickness, I am certain that I am going to get certified. What a magical experience! It felt like a dream.

That's it for now. End of the month bullshit beckons.