Monday, July 13, 2015

The Joys and Pains of Working Out with my Significant Other

When I see pictures of couples that work out together that look like this

I think to myself, "That shiz is not for real!"   When Ticklebug and I go to the gym together it's more along the lines of this...

 And he's all...
And he's loving it so much that he's probably thinking something like this....

Except he's not holding a whistle.  He's holding my precious iPhone so I can't text my friends and say what a cuntcake he is.  Sidebar --  If Dean Winchester wanted to boss me around all physical fitness style with a whistle in his mouth, I would be game!

Anyway, going to the gym with girlfriends (I miss you, M) there's fun and laughter.  We talk about the regrettable spaghetti dinner we had and laugh at our awkward and compromising stances.  When I work out with Ticklebug it's all work no play.  There is little conversation besides the "You can lift heavier than that." or "You're not going to incline your run?"  He doesn't approve of my random giggles when exercises look just super dirty...  And he insist on doing exercises that I loathe, like the stair stepper.  I swear every step feels like I'm stepping into purgatory!!

It's okay Crowly, I found it!  It's on the stair stepper! via
 Okay, really, I'm slightly over exaggerating.  I actually love that Ticklebug and I go to the gym together.

1.  It's quality time with no kids.  Our gym has childcare and it's been worth the additional money.  It feels good to do something together that doesn't involve the couch or Netflix.

2. It's a confidence booster.  I love when he tells me how I've improved or when he encourages me.  I admit though, sometimes I want to swing the dumbbell in his face and be like, "Leave me alone!  I suck!  I wanna eat a cookie!  I wanna eat all the cookies!"  But really...  I love when he tells me how much he loves the results of the gym.

 3. Most of all, I love, love love, watching him work out.  I will be so mad I'm plotting how to make his death on the equipment look like an accident and then all of a sudden I'll see his biceps flexing and be like....  "Yessss!"
Honestly, working out with Ticklebug has been one of the best things for me.  He has shown me what I'm really capable of by pushing me constantly.  And while I tell him all the time I hate it and him, in reality I actually love it.  What's even better is that after six months of doing weight training and cardio I got him to go to yoga classes with me.  Is it wrong that I get some sick satisfaction watching him struggle to stretch?  Like, I'm thinking to myself, "Haha, mother fucker!  You're not the master of all exercise now!  Are you?"

I'm linked up with Meg for the Monday Mingle.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Five for Friday

While searching through the blogging world I saw this Five for Friday thing where you post five things that have been on your mind.  Since I love random things this seemed perfect for me!


While we were at Disney World I went in the Christmas shop and found these adorable ornaments. 

I got the Ursula one at Disney and just bought the Ariel one this week

It combines two of my favorite things!  Disney and high heels!  I decided I'm getting one per paycheck.  Why?  Because I can!  I work hard for my money.  I deserve to have some kind of random collection. 


Speaking of money I've been addicted to  Mint is a free personal financial management site.  It tracks bank accounts, savings accounts, loans, credit cards, investments, all of that stuff.  My favorite thing about mint is that you can categorize the different things you spend money on and it will give you a pie chart and break down how much is spent. 

For help check out LifeHacker
This week I noticed we spend WAY too much on food.  My family needs to learn to eat more from the fridge.  A lot of this Ticklebug and I blame on working outside the home.  We get caught up in so many things that we forget to meal prep, shop, all that nonsense.  We gotta work on that so we can be like this!  LOL!

I love Orphan Black via

Realizing we need to work on eating out of the fridge on Tuesday I made this amazing chicken katsu! 

I've been thinking about it all week.  It makes me miss Japan.  I'll let you in on a secret though, chicken katsu is SUPER easy to make!  The curry on top we actually bought.

Yes, it's the real deal.  They use it in Japan.  It's got the Japanese stamp of approval from our friend Masae.


The doctor this week told me that I have runner's knee and to take it easy on the hard impact exercises.  I've been thinking about taking on more yoga.  I'm debating doing another gym membership that is dedicated to yoga or kind of go at it on my own.  My current gym only does it once a week and I would like something that happens more often and is challenging. 


Last.  I've been thinking nonstop about military promotions.  I watched two of my friends (both Army) get promoted in the past few weeks.  I adore watching good things happen to good people.  The reason that military promotions are lingering on my mind is because late July or early August the Navy is going to release the results for E-7.  This is Ticklebug's first time up and I think (actually I know) I'm more nervous than him.  I'm also flailing about thinking about the few other friends that are up that I hope make it.  Even though I'm not in the military anymore I can't help the excitement!


Sunday, July 5, 2015

Trapped in a Room with a Zombie

I love a lot of things....  (Probably because I'm a little bipolar with a short attention span)  Two of those things are puzzles and The Walking Dead.  Last month I got to go on an outing that combined the two.  It was bluntly called Trapped in a Room with a Zombie.  You may ask, what is that!?  Well, you pay $28 to get locked in a room with a zombie for one hour with 11 other people.  The zombie is chained up but every 5 minutes the chain is extended a foot so by the end of the hour he can reach all corners of the room.  To get out of the room you need to find clues and solve puzzles to get the key to unlock the door.

When I had originally scheduled this outing it was supposed to be kind of a triple date.  Unfortunately one of my girlfriends ended up taking her sick nephew to the hospital so I filled in and had two dates.  Yay me!

Jexican, me, Ticklebug
Entering the building we were greeted by a woman who called herself Professor Von Guttenburg.  She pointed us to a table full of "Hello, my name is ..." stickers and instructed us to fill it out with any name we pleased.

You can't see it well but Ticklebug and Jexican decided to up the bromance factor by being Power Rangers together.  Jexican is Green Ranger and Ticklebug is Red Ranger.

I was really the third wheel to their bromance date lol.
 K and I went the DC superhero/villian route.

After everyone figured out a name Professor Von Guttenburg sat us down and explained that Dr. Oxy had become infected with the zombie virus and locked himself in a room.  Dr. Oxy had left clues around the room in case he became a human again and needed to escape.  She also explained the rules, like "Please, don't hit the zombie, we were only given one" and gave us helpful tips to succeed.  When we finished the rules we were lined up to walk into the room.    

Entering the room what concerned me the most was the zombie not being out.  That meant the asshole was hiding somewhere and would jump out.  While gathering clues and putting them in one location I was cautious not to go anywhere that looked like it could lead to an open spot.  It was good thinking because I wasn't the one that discovered the zombie.  If I had I'm pretty sure I would have peed myself a little.     

In the room there were so many clues, there were symbols, colors, words, riddles, etc.  It was difficult because with so many clues it was hard to know where to start.

Dean would have known what to do.
It's a good thing there were multiple people because we were able to spread out, some worked on finding clues while others attempted to decode and solve puzzles.  Solving the puzzles was the key to moving forward.  The solved puzzle would provide more clues and give hints to what the next puzzle should be.  As if this wasn't challenging enough the zombie was chasing us around, making it hard to focus.  I moved around so much I built up a sweat...ewww.

We were on the last clue when time ran out and we got eaten by the zombie.  If we would have had an additional five minutes we would have made it out.  We left the room and Professor Von Guttenburg went over the different strengths that each person showed.  Freaking Ticklebug is such a Type A that has to be in charge that he got all kinds of awesome scores.  What a Twatwaffle!  After that we stuck our name tags on the wall and then took some pictures with Professor Guttenburg and Zombie Dr. Oxy. 

It was so much fun.  Probably one of the most unique outings I've ever been on.  I'm hoping to do it again in a few months, after I've forgotten some of the clues.

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

2014 Resolutions Results and 2015 New Goals

Didn't I say last year that I hate using New Years as an excuse to better myself?  Yup, I believe I did...  A year later I think I may have changed my opinion.  It's good to make goals.  Using the new year as a reason to better yourself isn't a bad thing.  Just as long as you remember to reflect, see if the goals were accomplished, and come up with how to get better results next time.  In addition, don't limit yourself to making goals once a year, make new ones through out the year if you need too.  I did. :)

Last year I made two resolutions.  The first was to get my life more organized.  I don't think I completely failed in this.  Ticklebug and I took on a few small projects.  My favorite was taking apart Bug's closet.  The original one just wasn't working for her. 

Bug's closet before.
Working on Bug's closet.

Bug's closet after.

S trying to take me away from my organization project because she's a twatwaffle.
Looking back I see now that I want expand beyond just doing organization.  I want to do one home project a month for 2015.  It can be painting, decor, organization, anything that makes a positive change in the home.  I don't want to limit myself to organization when there are so many other projects that need to be done. 

The second resolution was to show the people I care about that I appreciate them.  I don't know how I feel about this now.  Sometimes I felt I was doing great and sometimes I felt that I was just a mess.  The mixed emotions, I think, come from having expectations.  Whenever I did something I was expecting the person to turn around and do something back.  I don't want to get wrapped up in thinking about it, it's all water under my bridge. :) I know I still want to do things for people I just know that now I need to adjust my expectations.  The knowledge that I did something for someone else should make me happy enough.  Prior to the new year I readjusted this goal and so far it's going great.

The struggles I had this year with being let down did teach me that I need to keep the ties in my family stronger.  Together Ticklebug and I came up with our 2015 New Year resolutions. 

1.  One weekend a month will be dedicated to family oriented adventures that are kiddo focused.  We will talk with the girls and figure out what they want to do, not make the decisions for them.  I'm sure they don't find pleasure in watching daddy play Call of Duty or having me drag them around DWS looking for heels.

These adventures can be anything from going ice skating, swimming, camping in the living room, etc.  We agreed that these adventures can include other families as well, but we want them to be families that we consider extended family.

2.  One night a month dedicated to a date night for Ticklebug and me.

Knowing Ticklebug it will probably be me that plans out these dates.  I'm okay with that because it gives me the chance to find unique things to do.  The idea of doing a dinner and movie over and over can get boring.  I want to try something fun that has us engage each other. 

None of this.  via

These resolutions have short term and long term goals.  Hopefully by the end of 2015 I will say I can account for 12 awesome family adventures and 12 awesome date nights.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Classy Strip Clubs Do Exist!

When my friend L asked me if I would be down to go to a strip club for her quarter of a century birthday I said, "Of course!"  I have no issues with going and watching boobies!  Who doesn't love boobies!? 

The problem is that in our area some of the strip clubs are lacking.  When I say lacking I mean that the exterior resembles something from a run down coal mine town and the interior looks like the inside of a cardboard box with a large table and chairs.  A poor building could probably be overlooked if the entertainers were even slightly entertaining.  Half the time they just sway back and forth, no tricks, or anything worth remembering. Knowing that our local strip clubs are like this L told me, "I want to go to a classy strip club."  I responded with "Is there such a place?"  She said, "In Baltimore."  I assured her I would find one and figure out all the details.  Of course I waited until the last minute (like I do with everything in my life) and when the day came I was scrambling on my phone to try and find a classy strip club.  BTW, if I ever die please delete my browser's completely shameful!

Yup, this is what would happen if my family saw my browser history.
After looking at reviews (did I mention completely shameful browser history) I made a decision on which club in Baltimore to venture to.  Stephanie, L, and I had dinner then drove up.  Parking in Baltimore is a nightmare but this place had their own valet parking lot.  I had never been to a strip club that had it's own valet...  If that weren't enough when we got up to the entrance the bouncers had ear pieces in and were carrying walkie talkies.  After showing our IDs the bouncers radioed us to enter the building.  After entering the building we were in a little boxed off area where we paid the cover fee and be radioed in again. 

If I thought the outside with the valet parking and muscled bouncers carrying technology was intimidating I was about to have my mind blown.  This place had two floors, the pole went all the way up to the second floor, there were cushioned red rolly chairs, there were special fancy tables with bottles service available, and a special closed off area for lap dances.  The three of us stood there stupefied until some young man walked by and said something like, "My name is Eugine and I will be your host for the evening."  A host!?  How in the world is a boobie bar going to have a host!?

For the first ten minutes we wandered around aimlessly until we finally decided to stop at the bar and get drinks.  We watched from an awkward angle until we decided that we would just sit at one of the tables with the rolly red chairs.  We figured that we would get a table dance sooner or later so that we could keep the table. 

Sitting was nice and comfortable.  We were able to just talk and relax.  However, every once in a while I would feel silly and go up to the stage, squeeze my way in between some random guys and tip the dancers.  While I was up there I met some interesting people.  One was some mid life crisis Indian guy that was making it rain one dollar bills.  I found out from the others that it was his first time at a strip club.  It was fun watching him and I was having a good time until one of the guy put his arm around me and whispered, "Does her dancing turn you on?"  I gave an awkward laugh and returned back to Stephanie and L.  No, thank you Creepazoid!

From the table Stephanie, L, and I watched the girls and tried to figure out which one we wanted to come give us a table dance.  I really wanted to get this one girl that looked like Nicki Minaj!  Only because Stephanie and L thought that she was scary.  She came out wearing some kind of whips and chains get up and did a dance to "Anaconda."  She had a muscular and toned body, a beautiful face, but her jaw line was scary...  Like, she looked like the type of girl that would break you in half.  As if her body didn't look intimidating enough the skills she had...  OMG!  Stuff that I didn't even think strippers could actually do!  Nicki Minaj Stripper climbed up the pole to the second floor, quickly slid down, and landed in the splits so hard that you could hear her heels hit the stage floor.  It was totally unbelievable!  I had to leave to the table and shove myself between Indian Guy and Creepazoid so I could tip her!  I felt bad for Nicki Minaj Stripper though after her dance.  A group of men called her back for a table dance and were just... grabby and rude.  Screaming things like, "Yea, you bounce for that dollar!"

None of the girls (aside from Nicki Minaj) seemed too memorable to us.  Side note, you know what's disturbing?  When girls come down the pole with their legs wide open and you can see inside them! 

We were going to give up on finding the girl to come dance on our table until a petite girl with perfect teeth and lots of tattoos came out.  You know that song "I'm in luv with a stripper"?  I swear the three of us had it going on in our head because we were all in agreement that she was "the one."  She was the one that we wanted to come dance on our table.  We called our host (still can't believe strip clubs have host) and asked him to have her come over for the table dance.

While we were waiting for the tattooed stripper to come we saw a lone man walking towards our table looking around awkwardly.  Turns out he was a former co-worker, we will call him F.  Stephanie and I ran up to him and in typically hyper girly fashion did the, "Oh my God!  What are you doing here!?  How have you been?  We haven't seen you in forever!"  He was obviously very taken aback and awkwardly mumbled and pleaded over and over, "Please don't tell anyone you saw me here..." or "I never come to these places..." and "I'm supposed to be meeting someone outside any minute, I didn't intend to come in here"  Uh huh...sureee....  That's why whenever I told the host I needed some ones you pulled out a huge wad of them! ;)


When the tattooed stripper came she introduced herself as Elise.  We paid for the table dance and she did her thing.  Let me tell you all of us were paying attention.  After the fact L and I were talking about laying in front of the mirror and doing things like making your thighs shake and tapping your booty.  We weren't the only ones taking notes though!  F sat there through the table dance and awkwardly rubbed one leg while the other one was bouncing, it kind of reminded me of Thumper!

After Elise's dance she stayed at the table and talked with us.  She even picked a little fun at F on how she saw him sitting in the back by himself.  Hahahaha!  You know it's bad when the stripper is calling you out!  While she was talking to us Stephanie pointed out that she had an Ariel tattoo on her leg.  Ariel is my favorite and that just convinced me even more that I had fallen in love with this stripper.  I was so convinced that I texted Ticklebug and let him know I was leaving him for one.  Hahaha!  Of course he knew I was kidding!  She stayed with us until it was time for her to go back and do her second dance routine.  While she was up we took seats by the stage and blew all our money...  we are no better than men....hahaha!

When Elise's dance was complete we called her back so that Stephanie could get her first lap dance ever!  Here is one thing I dislike about these classy strip clubs...  I can't watch!  Hahaha!  I really wanted to see Stephanie's face as she got her first lap dance. 

I picture Steph's lap dance going like this hahaha!

By the time Steph's lap dance was over it was past 1am and our old lady ways were kicking in so we decided to head home.

While waiting for the valet Stephanie and I were approached by some lesbians.  Stephanie had some butch lesbian asking for her number and I had a Mexican girl flat out state "I want to get you know you better..."  In that tone.  L wasn't much help in saving us...  She was flirting with the (very attractive) bouncer.  When the cars got there Stephanie was almost followed home by some older man that was screaming things at her like, "How are you going home?" and "Where have you been all my life!?"  Getting into the cars was like a 10 minute event!

All in all it was a blast!  I would totally go again.  In fact, some friends and I are secretly planning another trip for another friend.  This would be her first time and I'm all about the first time!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Take time to do what makes your soul happy

Some time ago a friend posted on their facebook wall this image...

How horrible is it that when I saw this lovely image I became frustrated.  My initial thought was "Who has time for that?"  Isn't that a horrible thing to think?  The sad reality is that I've become so consumed with trying to be successful in every aspect of my life that I have forgotten a crucial thing; to do what makes my soul happy. 

Here's an even bigger problem, I don't know if I remember what makes my soul happy on an independent level.  Of course I know that being with my family and friends is the greatest joy (a majority of the time haha) of my life.  Laughter is my absolute favorite sound and being able to make people smile and laugh makes me feeling amazing.  However, I feel like my happiness is too dependent on others.  I want to find something that I can do daily to decompress.  Something that makes my soul happy.  Something that doesn't involve me staring away at Supernatural for hours on end... 

Sorry, boys.  I love you Dean, Sam, and Cas...  But you just don't fill my soul with happiness.  Only lust hahahaha.

While thinking about what makes me happy blogging came to mind.  Blogging is a good outlet for me.  Ever since I was 15 I've taken to the interwebs to post about my ridiculous shenanigans and inappropriate feelings.  As I'm getting older though I find that it's in poor taste to blast out every emotion I'm feeling.  Let's face it, I have a vagina, I'm always feeling something... and no I don't mean in the sexy time way.  The problem with blogging though is that is requires time...  I'll get to that in a minute.

In addition to blogging other things that I think I enjoy doing solo are home projects, puzzles, and... yea, that's all I can think about.  All these hobbies are things that require time.  Time. 

Time is the culprit in keeping me from remembering what makes my soul happy. Time is that one thing that I'm sure every person in this world probably wishes they had more of.  Lately my time has been between my career and my senior year of college.  While my career is awesome my senior year is not going so well.   The demands are much more than what I'm used to.  My weekdays are consumed with sneaking in readings, discussions, and postings.  My weekends (typically Sunday because I wait until the last minute) are filled with research and papers.  I had been trying to suck it up, but I noticed it was taking too much time away from my family and I was just really unhappy.  

I don't think it's fair to my family to have to deal with me being unhappy.  I don't think it's fair to myself!  This is why I've decided I need to take a break from college.  I wanted to be a successful mom, wife, friend, career woman and student but in that process of trying to be successful in everything I feel like I'm losing myself.  With the time off school I hope I can reevaluate the meaning of success.  It's not a piece of paper.  It's the moments where I feel peaceful, happy, fulfilled. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

First Scuba Dive Experience

When Ticklebug and I decided that we were going to Isla Mujeres, Mexico for our anniversary vacation I knew I wanted to do something different, fun, and adventurous.  I looked up what there was to do on the island and found multiple scuba diving shops.  There were so many to choose from but I ultimately went with Aqua Adventures. The reason for is it's associated with PADI the Professional Association of Diving Instructors and it had the bonus of being owned by a former Coast Guard service member.   

I emailed the shop a week before we left for vacation to ensure that they would be available but ultimately did not make any solid plans because Ticklebug wasn't sure if he wanted to dive yet.  It wasn't until our first full day on Isla that he decided that he wanted to dive.  That day we had rented a golf cart to take around the island and stopped by the shop.  

Daisy (one of the owners) was eating lunch when we walked in.  We offered to come back later but she said that was unnecessary.  We explained to Daisy that we had never dived before and were interested in doing a discovery dive (a dive for uncertified scuba divers).  She explained that even though it was a discovery dive we would still have to do a shallow water dive.  The shallow dive is just as it sounds, diving in the shallow water, but we would learn basic gear uses, hand signals and emergency skills.  Daisy made a few phone calls and arranged it so that we could do the shallow dive within the hour.  Doing the shallow dive this early would make it possible for us to do the actual dive the next morning.  While Ticklebug and I got fitted with our gear the dive master/instructor, Wilbert, arrived and took care of weights and air tanks. Once everything was ready we drove the gulf cart over to the site.

The site ended up being the pier where all the boats where kept.

I don't know why this surprised me.  I thought maybe there was some random pool.  The idea that we would do our shallow dive in the ocean kind of made me nervous.  There is all kinds of scary shit in the ocean!  Once we got on the pier Wilbert and his two guys checked our gear while Ticklebug and I stripped down to our bathing suits and jumped in the three feet deep water.  Once we were in the guys passed us our gear to get on. When we were all set Wilbert hopped in the water and began explaining to us how to properly use the regulator (the device in your mouth that gives you air), how to stabilize ear pressure under water,  how to inflate and deflate the vest with air, hand signals to communicate under water, and emergency basics like what to do if you lose the regulator, what to do if there is water in the regulator, and how to get water out of the mask.  Once he was done explaining he had us go under water on our knees.

Initially going under water (even thought it was only three feet deep) was terrifying for me.  I was thinking to myself, "Why did I want to do this?  My biggest fear is drowning!"  There were a few times I would start to panic and wanted to stand up out of the water.  However, I kept reminding myself, "There is air.  You're fine.  Breathe out your mouth calmly." Wilbert had Ticklebug and me demonstrate hand signals and the emergency skills.  I thought that taking the regulator out of my mouth and trying to reclaim it would cause me to panic but it was surprisingly not.  Not once did I accidentally intake water.

Once we had demonstrated that we knew all the basics Wilbert had us follow him (still underwater) further out the pier.  From there we started the actual shallow dive.  I was (again) super nervous because I hadn't mentally prepared myself to go out in the deep water.

Doing the actual dive it was a bit cloudy because of the kick up from some of the boats but it we were still able to see some of the fish hanging out.  Just seeing all that was amazing.  When we turned around to go back I noticed that I was struggling to keep the same buoyancy as Wilbert and Ticklebug.  I was pretty much on the bottom of the ocean floor at one point.  This had me freaking out.  Have you seen The Blue Lagoon? You know the part where Brooke Shields steps on the poisonous fish and gets really sick?  Yea...  I was thinking that if I touch anything like that I would die soooo I put more air in my vest.  This caused me moments later to be much higher than Wilbert and Ticklebug.  So I decreased.  I decreased so much that I was back on the ocean floor.  As I was trying to figure out the right amount of air to have in the vest I felt something scrap against my leg and didn't think anything of it.  When we got back to the shallow water I stood up, lifted my leg and saw that I was bleeding badly. 

With so much blood Ticklebug went into a mild panic and insisted that I needed stitches.  He was probably right because the fat tissue could be seen because the cut was so deep.  However, I refused to get them done because we were in Mexico and with my luck I would end up missing a kidney or something equally as crazy.  We went back to the dive shop to see what they thought.  Daisy was calm and just suggested bandaging back together. The island didn't have much in medical supplies so we just ended up using medical tape to put me back together.  Thanks to my injury Ticklebug and I spent sometime in the hotel with my leg up just to ensure that I was okay..  And he googled everything under the sun to make sure I wasn't going to "die in my sleep."

The next morning was our actual dive.  We got up early to eat a big breakfast (this was a bad decision I would learn later on.)  After breakfast we walked to get coffee and then to the dive shop.  From there we met up with two other divers, Josh a real estate agent from New York and Asher an animal/environmental activist/artist.  The four of us chatted while Wilbert and his guys talked with the boat owner and got the gear loaded.  Once all this was done we got on the boat and were on our way out to the first site, the Underwater Museum. 

Right before the dive.
 Although it was windy and the water was a little choppy the boat ride was okay until it was time to get our gear on.  As I stood up to get my wetsuit on I felt a wave of nausea hit me.  Getting on the rest of the gear was a chore after that.  I felt awful!  The lead instructor, Jame, was explaining that we would get into the water from a backwards entrance.  Since I was so sick feeling I was only half listening.  Normally, I would have been terrified but I just wanted to get it over with. 

I forgot to hold my mask when going back.
Ticklebug and I went back in the water together and then swam to the rope to begin the descend.

I was the first one to descend.  It actually wasn't too bad.  Ticklebug did have a hard time getting his ears to equalize to the pressure though.   Once we were down Wilbert took us around while Jame and Asher worked together on her certifiation. 

The Underwater Museum wasn't what I expected.  In the pictures it was really clean and clear of moss. 
The sculptures were actually cover in moss.

Nonetheless, it was still beautiful and amazing to see the sculptures.  Some of them were kind of creepy though.  It felt a little eerie underwater because although the water is clear the visibility isn't all the way out.  After a while it's just darkness.  And the idea of not hearing really any noise..  also eerie...  I tried not to think about it though...  I was having horrible visions of a shark coming out of the darkness.  The sculptures were interesting, here are a few of my favorites. 

Ticklebug with the VW Bug.

Heads in the sand.

Creepy eel between the legs of the head in the sand statue.
Isla Mujeres means Island of Women.  Lots of statues of women!
Once we were done with the museum we went back to the surface.  On the surface I felt the choppy water hitting me making me feel absolutely awful!  As soon as I got to the ladder to get back into the boat I straight up puked...  Yup, I puked while trying to get in the boat.  When I got back into the boat I ran to the other side and puked more.  I puked all the way over to the next site.

When we got to the site I was still puking.  Since we were diving at a reef the puke was attracting all the fish.  Yay? LOL...  After I got all my gear on I said, "I think I'm going to be sick....again..."  Jame told me, "Get in the water.  You will feel better.  But if you do have to puke just keep the regulator in your mouth.  It will all come out the other way." Ewwwwww....  I did see the logic in that though so I quickly got the mask on and just went back, no anxiety of the water or anything.  I just wanted to feel better.  Again I was the first to descend.  This time we were diving around the reef.  It was beautiful!  All the fish and the reef.  No words can describe this experience... 
The schools of fish were my favorite.
Creepy fish!
Coming back up from this dive I was surprised to learn I had the most air in my tank.  I was much more relaxed on the second dive and had gotten the breathing down.  I also didn't feel as sick, probably because there wasn't anything left to puke...  We cruised all the way back to Isla and that was that!  Jame told us to stop by the next day to pick up the pictures. 

The remainder of the day Ticklebug and I felt off balance.  It took the rest of the day to get back to normal so we ended up calling it an early night.  I do want to try diving again, but I am unsure if I want to go as far as to get certified.  There was a lot of work in prepping the gear and the anxiety of forgetting something, doing something wrong and potentially being injured... Yikes!  I think I should do a few more dives to see if it's something I really want. :)

First Scuba Diving Experience!