Have You Ever Heard This Diddy?

 

Just saying.  This convo came up the other night amongst some gfriends.   There is nothing stranger than walking into someone else’s house in the Caribbean (or is it just St. Croix) and finding a toilet full of pee.  I know, its gross.  I hope your not eating breakfast.  But it all goes back to water conservation.  This is what we teach our kids. 

The whoel “save the environment” has not been a fad on St. Croix.  It has been a way of life.  Only now, the prodcuts that help make that way of life easier are starting to arrive on island, like low flow toilets.  Have A Happy Monday.

Donkey Rides.

Usually, it’s the other way around.  The donkey is usually the one giving rides.  He’s pretty famous ’round these parts.  Even more so, for riding in the back of his pick up truck.

Fo’ Real.

Santos Don’t Paly, I Mean Play.

I sure am glad Santos decided to drop out of school and persue a career in gangs.  He has no where to go but up.

Unfortunately, St. Croix is not immune to gangs.  This abandonded housing project (beach front with an incredible view) has been the canvas for gang tags for a while now.  Oh well. P&P will paint over it tomorrow, I’m sure.

Its Not Too Late!

Even Valentine’s Day is on Crucian Time. 

 I literally had to turn my car around to make sure I read this right.  Hanging on the fence at the florist by Gateway (who even knows what the name of it is)

Why would you hang this?  Why would you not try to fix it?  Why would you not send it back and have it re-done?  Who is responsible for this?

Maybe they graduated from Country Day School. 

compliments of Mama Bailey

One of the island’s most expensive private schools.  I’d expect it from Reading Rainbow School.

Rubbin’ It In.

Sunny Isle KFart.  Just in case your little hands get cold while making sandcastles in on the beach.

Proof.

I live in the ghetto.

And now it has its own milk.  I wonder what the cows look like.  Thanks, Cost U Less, for the roaring laughs that have been had by all.

(let the jokes begin….)

This Rain Is Ruining My Life.

Six months now, at least, of constant rain.  I gauge it by how many times I have dashed madly out to the clothes line to rip the clothes off in desperation.  No dryer, yet.  Why do I torture myself?

My kids live in rain boots. They love it and I think it looks pretty darn cute.  We can’t walk past a puddle without them stomping in it.   The Fisherman owns one pair of flippy-floppies and his tennis shoes.  I think I might wear my state-side pointy-toe-high-heel roach stomper boots to work today if I can brush the dust and mold off of them. 

I HATE Wet Feet.  Wet Toes.  Wet Ankles.  Wet Legs.  Not to mention, I have that damn Rhianna song stuck in my head…”My umbrella…..”

Everything is getting canceled.  Try explaining to my 4 year old why she can’t go to ballet class…or the Veteran’s Day Parade.  Because of the Rain.  And loss of roads.  And buildings.  Hard to get there with all the damn debris and water in the roads.

And look, normally, I don’t mind the rain.  Really.  I used to enjoy the break from the damn monotony of SUNSHINE EVERY SINGLE DAY.  Bite my tongue.

But this is a bit much.

YUCK!  See photos of flooding in Frederkisted HERE along with a short little video clip HERE from The St. Croix SOuce (Please ignore the Homocide Counter on the left side of the screen.  Anything having to do with Crime and St. Croix is totally not true.)

iReport on CNN video of flooding  and still photos of the flood waters here by another iReporter.

YouTube Video from St. Croix Resident (thanks for sharing).  I seriously doubt Department of Tourism will use this less than cheery 10 minute video to promote tourism on St. Croix.  Nice music though.  If you are searching for a rainy day get-away, this is totally for you!

It occurred to me the poor people who have come to vacation on our Caribbean island looking for a little sunshine, relax by the pool and on the beach, shop and dine in the golden rays of light, snorkel and dive through the crystal waters.

Sorry Peeps.  Ain’t gonna happen. But, really, I don’t feel sorry for you.  You get to leave and go back home.  Perhaps to the cold.  This is where I live!!!

I am so over this rain.  And that is about the eleventy-billionth time I have said that over the past few months.

And there ya go.

Is This Fo’ Real? #1

The Fisherman & I have always said we should have started a “scrap-book” of all the jacked up stuff we come across & see on this island….like quirky newspaper headings, horrible mis-spellings no journalist should ever make or classified ads.  I once saw scissors for sale.  Scissors.  And a goat as a 3rd place raffle prize winner.  Right after lawn-mower and weed-whacker.

So, I decided to make it a new category here:  Is This Fo’ Real?

If you are looking for half-full bottles of Elmer’s Glue for your kids this school year, Plaza is ALL stocked up.

Just in case you didn’t see it the first time, here it is again:

Is This Fo’ Real?