The Jelly Bean Diary

I’m a big fan of the sea. I love it. I just researched some interesting info about the Dead Sea of Jordan. Supposedly you can’t swim or stand in it. And even if you are trying to sink in it you can’t because it is so salty that it is supposed to make you float. The salt gives it a buoyancy feel. And everything that’s buoyant it usually floats. Never swim alone in the Dead Sea.

I remember calamine lotion from my childhood when chickenpox overtook our house. I remember what a big deal it was because my mom had never actually gotten chickenpox as a kid and was trying to keep away from us, leaving my dad to be the one to care for us during our illness. While you can purchase calamine lotion at your local grocery store, if you already have all the ingredients on hand, which I do, you can easily whip up a batch in under 3 minutes flat! Preferring to make all of our medicine cabinet myself, for the sake of self-sufficiency and knowing the ingredients, I love to make our own anti-itch calamine lotion. In the olden days, they would use clays and herbs to stop the itch, today the remedy is not much different. I talk about this because I just got back from the Tropics and feeling quite fluffy after an encounter with a epic mosquito army. I had to get calamine lotion. I got caught in a pickle because I didn’t have in Cuba so I had to scratch my way back home. I’m than

Now that I’ve returned from Cuba I can finally say how sad 😞  I was on this trip and I felt like this sadness I found dictates how I behaved on this trip. I thought I was going to have a memorable experience. However, I didn’t. It felt like a sad case of petrichor. You know that familiar sensation after it’s rained and you can’t help but sniff the wet air afterwards because is so damp. Going to Cuba for me now is pure impulse & I hate it. For me, it’s become a tradition where when I can’t find myself getting through the holidays. I like, literally hate cooking for people and trying to feast and make people believe && pretend to b in good spirits. I just can’t roll with that people for real. I escape to the tropics instead, I am 30  & a mom. I do it regardless wether is winter or rainy season. I’m not spiteful. I just can’t stand the holidays, can’t. Its impossible. I mean that’s sad for me, you know what I mean? It’s easily the worst time of the year for me. Now that