One Last Cruise Entry

I was done with this, but people have started e-mailing me their photos from the cruise. Timeka took one that about sums it up:



That's it for the cruise. Here is a preview of my upcoming blogs:

Christmas Decorating at our house
Reunion in Dallas (Matt's company event)
Christmas (Especially cookie making with Kevin)
My new baby
James Bond Black Tie New Year's Gala

If all goes well that is at least 5 blogs I'll owe you in the next month. Someone hold me to it!!!

Cruise Pictures

Thanksgiving Abroad...Concluded

To finish up about Jamaica...



After leaving the waterfalls we were taken to "the most exclusive" beach club in Jamiaca. If the definition of exclusive means a desolate area that most people don't venture in to just down the beach from a really shady boat dock where rastafari's offer you "special shells", then yes, it was definitely the most exclusive. We did get to eat some pretty good jerk chicken and watch traditional Jamaican dancing. The downside...it was raining. We then got on to a freexing cold tour bus for a two hour ride back to the ship. Fantastic! (Yes, I'm still coughing and sickly from this experience)



Day Five:



Grand Cayman. I am a fan of Grand Cayman from my past journeys there. What I learned is that if you have already seen something and had the most fun you could imagine, the second time will probably not be as good. We went to the turtle farm, Hell (lots of rock formations where no vegetation grows), and to swim with the Stingrays. It was hot for the first half of the day, which was a good change. Of course when we boarded the boat to Stingray Island it began raining...again...and didn't stop. There was turtle soup for sale everywhere, apparently what they eat on Thanksgiving rather than turkey. I passed and had dry turkey with giblets all over it for dinner on the ship. Yuck! That's all I have to say about that.



Day Six:



Cozumel, Mexico. I woke up sneezing, coughing, and blowing my nose so as you can imagine I was excited about spending another day of thunderstorms on a boat and beach. How could I not be excited though, this was our last day at a port of call. I packed my snorkel equipment, beach towel, sweater and rain coat that I bought in Grand Cayman and was ready to go. This was booze cruise day. Myself, Heather, Timeka, and Becky boarded the triple decker Fiesta Party Boat at 10 AM. They immediately helped themselves to the all-inclusive bar. I went to the third deck of the boat where it was not yet raining, and went to sleep for a bit. When I woke up, I still felt horrible, but went to the first deck where the party had begun. My friends along with many others were in a Congo line singing Hot, Hot, Hot (about the 48th time I had heard this song at this point) and taking shots out of the bottle. I decided I would just observe. We got to the beach which was beautiful and I was able to snorkel for about 10 minutes before the rain started. Since my friends had been boozing it up the rain did not bother them and they stayed on the beach. I snuck off and found the heated, covered, adult pool. After the rain wouldn't stop we all boarded the boat once again. By this time most people were having problems standing when the boat was docked, so you can imagine the fun once the boat started moving through the rough sea cause by the storm. This was my first experience not drinking on a booze cruise and I must say it was pretty delightful. I got to enjoy watching everyone else. They all went back to our ship after the boat docked and I hit the stores at the pier. After I got back on the boat I took Nyquil (at 4pm) and slept till' the next morning.



Day Seven:



Our last fun day at sea. Even after all of my rest, I still felt like crap. Since I was in an interior stateroom I could not tell what the weather was doing. I foolishly put on my swimsuit thinking I would lay out on the deck all day. Silly Terra! It was only sixty degrees and raining. So, I put on my Aggie T-shirt and Sweatshirt and parked myself in the Sports Bar and wathed college football all day. I really enjoyed this.



Day Eight:



Finally home to my hubby! I carried all three of my suitcases down eight flights of stairs and was one of the first people off the blasted ship. I was so excited to be home. Matt was not excited that I brought the Jamaican "funk" home with me that he would catch a few short days after. We are both begining to feel better now.


The End!!!

Thanksgiving Abroad...Continued

Day Three:

I spent most of my fun day at sea in my non-spacious stateroom waiting for the pain in my head to subside. I did manage to get up for dinner, but had to leave as they were bringing the entree because we were traveling through yet another storm and the ship, she was a' rocking. That's pretty much it for day three.

Day Four:

Montego Bay, Jamaica. This was by far, the best day of my trip. We woke up for breakfast at about 7am and then traveled to the pier for our tour departing at 8am. Heather and I were supposed to meet Becky and her Mother, but they were no where to be found. As I have learned from my Father, tours do not wait on you, we went on without them. We took a two hour "scenic" busride across the poverty stricken countryside of Jamaica until we arrived at Dunn's River Falls in Ochos Rios. If you are not familiar with this, it is a huge waterfall that you can walk up. We had a very fun falls guide named "B.B. Gibbs" short for Big Belly Gibbs and a fascinating videographer named Peeping Tom. His actual name was Mark. The water was FREEZING, but they kept us singing reggae tunes such as Hot, Hot, Hot and I Shot the Sheriff to take our mind off of it. To climb these falls, you make a huge human chain of about twenty people. Strangers I might add. Heather had the luxury of holding a woman's hand for the first leg that almost took her down about three times because she was so scared and panicked. This made for a good time for me. Most of the tour groups stayed on the left side of the falls where it was safer and you could take shorter strides. Not B.B. Gibbs. He took us straight up the middle of that thing. It was terrifying but exhilirating. We made it through with no major catastrophe.

I will have to finish this up later...yet again. Brother Kevin called me and so I have to get back to work now. Thanks for calling Kevi...I love you!

A creative Christmas carol by Terra Mynhier:

Just in case you didn't see this e-mail...


On the first hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A trip to labor and delivery
On the second hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A baby monitor that made me want to scream
On the third hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
News that in a few hours baby Landry I'll see
On the fourth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A catheter in case I need to pee
On the fifth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A wonderful epidurallllllllllll...wheeeee!
On the six hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Tips on breathing, he didn't even charge a fee
On the seventh hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
The go ahead to start pushing but he looked and said Oh Gee!
On the eighth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
My new baby with the sweet name of Landry
On the ninth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A breast pump that really, really squeezed
On the tenth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
10 brothers and sisters from the Young/Peeks visiting me
On the eleventh hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A loud, loud crying baby
On the twelth hour of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A diaper change beacause it was smelled..oooeeee