We enjoyed a fun filled Fourth of July. Lots of good food, lots of good friends, super swimming weather. Life is good!
Me and my Little Honey Bunch kicked off the weekend with our usual Friday Date Night. Oops. Didn't get one of him looking at the camera.
We headed to the Clayton Club afterwards for a night cap and some fabulous people watching. Someone wasn't inebriated enough to dance with me but that's OK. I love watching just as much. All the regulars including the couple that looks like Carla Tortelli and Paul from Cheers, the other bar. Didn't see my friends Mary and Doug!
On Saturday, after a fabulous Zumba Class with Toby (subbing for Marisa)...
Toby's son, EJ, coordinated a swim party at my house. Ha, ha! He's been wanting to come back since the last time he was here. He told me on Saturday he would like to do this every Saturday. LOL. I said, "Anytime, anytime!"
So my Little Honey Bunch asks what food we need. I said, "Nothing. It's Marilyn, remember? She'll bring enough food to feed a Fire House." And she did. We had wieners, hamburgers, her fabulous chicken salad, a clam salad. Oh YUM! I cut up some beautiful fruit.
Patrizia brought fixing for Moscow Mules. Which reminds me, they have these at Costco right now. $40 for 4 Mule Mugs!
Treva and Mia cracking up at Toby's antics. Even my Little Honey Bunch said, "He's a funny guy!"
The pool was almost 90°! I even got in!
I just love this picture of Zelia. This is the life!
On Sunday, we had a little gathering with my Little Honey Bunch's sister and her husband, Lisa and George, the Russell's, the Fitzsimmons and even Molly and her boyfriend, Alex, stopped by. And more epic food!
I'm going to have to remember to put this in my keepers. It was DELICIOUS! Nectarine wrapped in basil and bacon, then grilled and drizzled with balsamic glaze.
Lisa made a peach cobbler in a cast iron skillet. That's how she rolls.
And yet another gorgeous pool day!
Pat, George and Lisa.
And Lisa and her brudder.
My Little Honey Bunch's ribs and chicken. YUM!
A beautiful Patriotic desert!
And a yummy cobbler.
We ended the evening by the fire. Marcie was so glad to be out and about. She busted her knee cap a couple of weeks ago!
We finished off the long weekend celebration at the Hyland's on the Fourth of July. We headed over after I taught my fabulous Zumba class at 24 Hour Fitness Super Sport Walnut Creek.
Kirsten made this wonderful skewer of canteloupe, watermelon, prosciutto, mozzarella with a pesto sauce. So good!
More delicious wine and food!
Me and my Little Honey Bunch.
Yes, the Joy of Wine.
More luscious ribs, tritip and salmon, corn on the cob, orzo salad, baked beans and a wonderful green salad.
Finished off the meal with a little cupcake celebration for Stacey's birthday. I ate three cupcakes.
Me and my Little Honey Bunch headed back to our hill to watch the fireworks. Spectacular end to a spectacular long weekend of celebrating with good friends and good food!
The best part is, I was DOWN a couple of pounds today! The moral of this days long celebration: Eat, drink and be merry but dance more!
So, the other night while I was at The Willows Shopping Center, enjoying one of my favorite dishes (Jalapeno Egg Bacon Burger) at Eureka Restaurant, with a couple of friends...
It's not like this place was deserted. This rather amused me. There was a Security car parked right in front of me.
And some construction going on.
Yet, another car was also broken in to (into?).
Anyway, they took my brand new wheeled backpack. LUCKILY, I was not teaching so I didn't have my computer in there and I needed my wallet so I had that on my person. What was in there was my ultra sweaty sports bra and shirt that I changed from after the Zumba class I just finished taking. ENJOY THAT, Fucking Criminal!
So, I was racking my brain trying to remember what all was in there. Some business cards; $80 sunglasses; reading glasses; my Selfie Stick (don't laugh); some Vitamins, Ibuprofen, snack bars; my ancient iPod with all my music but I have it backed up to my computer; several connectors and adapters; my water bottle; sweat towel; two sets of Zumba weights; AND, egads, my checkbook with a credit card possibly in there. At one point my green card and my Clipper card had been in there but I recently used them and took them out. Phew!
So really, nothing valuable. Except for my sweet little iPod.
The next morning I was cheerily getting ready to Zumba. Nic's wondering why I'm in a good mood. I say, "Hopefully, the people will see that there's nothing of real value in my backpack and toss it out. Then, someone will find my card and call me."
Nic says, "That's very optimistic."
Guess what? When I got home from Zumba, there was a message on the land line. "Hello, my name is Rick. My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. I found a check book with Michael Straka and Rosa Straka's name, a credit card. I'm in Richmond. I see your from Clayton. Give me a call if you want this back, otherwise, I'll destroy it. Thank you."
How do you like them apples? And my optimism?!
By this point, I had already canceled the series of checks. I wasn't sure WHAT credit card was in there though. I suspected it was one I hadn't activated.
I called Rick back. We chatted. He said he was looking for recycling and found my checkbook on the side of the road. I told him I had a sister in Berkeley if he could get there he could drop it off or I could come and pick it up. I asked where he lives. He said he was homeless.
OK, alrighty then.
I said, "Why don't you just go ahead and destroy the checks since they're no longer valid anyway. And could you read me off the credit card number.?" He read me off the credit card number and said that it wasn't activated anyway. The sticker was still on the back to call to activate. Phew...I reported it to the Credit Union anyway.
He said, "What about your CPR card and your fake ID?"
"Fake ID? Oh, you mean my Zumbini License?"
He and I both laugh out loud and he says, "Yeah, that."
I don't want him to go to the trouble of mailing it to me so I tell him I have copies and he can go ahead and destroy them. I thank him profusely for taking the time to call me. I also wonder how I can get a little reward to a homeless man. I tell him that it was in a new black backpack and if he finds it, he can keep it. He said he'd keep an eye out for it. I didn't mention the iPod. I just tell him I had some gym stuff in there.
So my faith in mankind is restored. I just wish I could get him a little reward. Maybe I go to Richmond, call and meet him?
So, Speedy Glass came this morning and replaced the window. I was chatting with the technician and he said The Willows was a hot spot right now for car break-ins because of all the homeless people living under the bridge near there.
Hmmmm. Homeless. Hmmmmm.
Of course my imagination starts running wild. Maybe Rick was so concerned about me having my CPR card back because it was a ploy to get me to meet him and rob me and murder me?!
Calming down... Let's just stick with...he was a good human for calling me. But I don't think I'll go looking for him. Is it weird that a homeless man has a phone?
My name is Rosy, Chacha, Meez, Mama, Mother...take your pick. I am the sort of stay at home mother of 4. Sort of because of my Zumba and my Rodan and Fields jobs.
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