The summer chronicles saga

Ah, Salt Lake City. The charm of Lalaland! What is it about this place that makes me want to move here every time I visit? Perharps it is the heat...Nah, that can't be it, I live in Vegas. Maybe it is the sister missionaries following me all around Temple Square, asking for a referral...no, I don't think that's it either.

Maybe because it might just be the only city where drivers actually respect speed limits? But I like to speed, so that can't be it. Or maybe all the kids running and screaming everywhere I look? Maybe my inner mother (my very very very hidden inner mother) can somehow relate to this mayhem.

In the end, it's probably all my dear friends from Honduras that live here. I don't know, could be.

The curse of the really old cellphone

Remember when I wrote about my car being possessed? (Here, refresh your memory). He has since turned his life around, and has gladly taken me from Vegas to Denver, and from there to SLC.

It seems, however, that I am constantly surrounded by faulty electronics. The culprit this time: my very old cellphone, a Motorola VWXYZ (what the heck do I know what it is, but trust me, it's very old). It has decided to turn itself off whenever he feels like it, the darn thing. I have to tiptoe around it, I'm so scared it won't let me go around my daily routine.

I live in my own version of 'I, Robot', when gadgets aim to take possession of my life. S.O.S.!!

Tired of vacationing

I never thought I'd live to say it, but I'm tired of traveling already. Driving for 12 hours to get to Denver last week, although with a beautiful scenery all along, was exhausting. I'm finally getting a day's worth of rest while in this my beloved city. I guess I just miss my daily routine.

I'm too tired to write more. Let's all cheer for Honduras on Wednesday, when they play against Chile (I'm sure to round up some enemies by saying I don't think our team will make it past the first round. They're very good, but do not perform well under pressure. Oh, well, cross your fingers).

Oh, yeah, guys still remain a mistery to me. Or maybe I just keep having a bad luck streak.

More important than life itself

I came back from Austin last night. As I was in line to board my first plane, I panicked as I realized I did not have my cellphone with me. Then I remembered where I had left it...in Austin, of course. Considering my love for lists, here is my latest one:

Why not having a cellphone is the worst thing that can happen

1. All my numbers are stored in my phone. I don't know anybody's number but mine. How could I call someone in Austin to ask about my phone?
2. How the heck was I going to get a ride back home, if I didn't remember my friend's number?
3. How am I going to wake up in the morning, if I can't set up my alarm?
4. A calculator is no longer at the tip of my hands. Am I supposed to do simple arithmetic operations by myself now?
5. How are people supposed to contact me? And how can I call anyone, on that matter?

I can safely assume that if it wasn't because of facebook, I could just simply disappear from social interactions altogether. Why couldn't I just leave my passport? That would have been more convenient.

However, do not fear. My precious is coming back to me sometime this week. Thank goodness!

No magic in Disney

Last week my summer vacations kicked off with a trip to Orlando, to visit Disney. Why I bothered to go all the way to Florida when I could have driven to Cali, is still a mistery to me. I guess I missed the crazy hot humid weather that I have had the pleasure of not "enjoying" since I moved to Las Vegas last year.

Here are some highlights of this "lovely" week:

1. My jungle hair: I have abundant hair, which becomes even more so with humidity. I missed being Tarzan Jane, I guess.

2. Constantly changing stations: Scorching heat in the morning, followed by an epic storm at noon, followed by more heat and sweat in the afternoon, followed by even more rain at night.

3.Ah, the never ending charm of a mouse, a duck, a dog, and whatever Goofy is!