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Fedora

May 23, 2011

So I'm sitting in my office, minding my own business, and everyone else's business, and this woman walks in and I can't help but wonder if she was intoxicated while dot com shopping. Like me in this old post.

Fedora 1

Just saying.

Hangover

May 19, 2011

Today, May 19, 2011, history is being made. I am teaching my very first, full hour, getting paid for, Zumba class. I'm subbing for Alex Higueros at the Sanctuary Ministry. I am on and off, freaking out. I've been to the potty three times already this morning with, you know, the D word. Although, I don't know if that's from panicking or from the five servings of Ahi Poke I ate yesterday.

Anyway, all the panicking and deep breathing reminds me of one fine day back in May of 2001. It started on the Friday night before Mother's Day that year. A bunch of girlfriends decided to have a good old fashioned slumber party. Wendy was our lovely hostess and her husband, Gregg, was playing Cabana Boy. Any drink we wanted, any time. We played with Barbies. Actually, we dressed them as our "Inner Barbie". LOL! Gregg was pulling out all the stops with his bartender/Cabana Boy skills. The last drink (of about...oh....25) I remember was a Chocolate Martini.

Barbies

Then it happened. The room started spinning. Violently. I started puking out my guts. I puked in the backyard. I puked in the room above. I puked in the bathroom. Puke. Puke. Puke. When Wendy and Gregg moved out of that house a few years later, they were still finding puke chunks.

I also vaguely remember being peer pressured into taking a hit off of a cigarette.

So Saturday morning I wake up. I drag myself to the car and drive home. I say hello to my Honey Bunch and tell him I'm going to lie down for a while before I have to take the kids to Alena's birthday party. He's about to go to the mall because it's the day before Mother's Day. He tells me I don't look very well and am I sure I'm alright. I say I'm fine. Just had a little too much to drink (UNDERSTATEMENT.)

So he goes off to the mall. I get up, gather Nic and Nat (5 and 3 at the time) to go to the birthday party. I load them into Silky. I'm driving down Clayton Road and I really start feeling terrible. I'm by Fire Station 8 and I decide I am not going to make it to the party. I want to turn around and go home before I pass out in the middle of Clayton Road and someone kidnaps my babies while I'm unconscious. I call Audrey and tell her I'm not feeling well and that we are not going to make it to the party. I make a u-turn and head back home. Around McDonald's, I seriously think I'm going to pass out. I pull into the lot and wait a few minutes. I'm OK so I start again.

As I near K-Mart, my hands are starting to stiffen and I can't grip the steering wheel. I say to the kids, "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to pull over and call 911. Everything is OK though, just sit there quietly, OK?" They're like, "OK, Mama." I can't believe how calm I am. So I pull out my phone while my hands are stuck in this position.

Hangover

It's one of these phones, but it had a keyboard protector that you have to flip open before you can dial. Imagine you are trying to open it and dial with oven mitts on. That's what it was like.

Hangover

My hands are getting stiffer, panic is setting in. I manage to dial 911 just before pulling into the K-Mart lot and when I begin to talk, I can't. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I MUST BE HAVING A STROKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Through lips and voice and hands that won't work, I manage to tell the dispatcher that I think I'm having a stroke, where I am and that my two little guys are in the back seat.

They got there in seconds, since they're across the street. I should have just driven in there. Fire Engine 8 and an ambulance are on the scene. Curious onlookers are starting to gather. One of the guys takes my vitals. I tell him I think I'm having a stroke. One of the other guys takes Nic and Nat for a tour of the ambulance and gives them stickers while I'm being checked out. Too cute.

So he's asking me questions. I'm answering. "I had a little too much to drink last night. I haven't eaten anything yet."

Him, "Do you want us to take you to the hospital?"

Me, "If I'm having a stroke. Am I having a stroke?"

Him, "No. You're not having a stroke." Silence for a moment. "Haven't you ever heard of a hangover?"

Me, "Uh, heh-heh. I guess it's been a while since I've had one."

Then they waited with me while I got a hold of my Honey Bunch. It took a while because there was NO cell service in the mall back then. They did not want me to drive home so they waited until they were sure my Honey Bunch was on his way before they left.

They were so great. They never even laughed at me for calling 911 for a hangover.

At least not to my face.

Oh yes, I should mention that the paramedics said I was having a panic attack. I think it was partially because of the guilt of the cigarette, since I promised my Honey Bunch I would never smoke, ever again. The guilt of that weighed heavily on me!

Are We There Yet?

May 12, 2011

Feburay 18, 2010. Day one of one thousand ninety-five days of torture.

Braces

March 12, 2011. Day uh...wait. OK...Four hundred forty-eight of one thousand ninety-five days of torture. Six hundred forty-seven days of torture left. Big sigh...

Braces

Are we there yet?

Ladder

May 12, 2011

A while back I posted this picture in my Priscila Sartori entry.

Cocomo's

I had seen the lovely young lady on the far left many times at my Zumba class at the Ministry, and other Zumba events, but I didn't know her name. Well, this is her name. Yuyi Morales.

Ladder

She's a talented artist who, for one, illustrated this book by Maya Soetoro-Ng. Sounds familiar, you say? That's because Maya is President Obama's sister.

So you see, everyone loves Zumba! Young, old, big, little, celebrities, mere mortals. Everyone!

Sorry if I blew your cover, Yuyi! Maybe you will sign my book the next time I see you at Zumba? Muah!

Six Things

May 7, 2011

1. Found this in my camera. That is Nat's actual hair color these days.

Nat

2. The water heater died yesterday. Good excuse for my Honey Bunch to get the tank-less one he's been wanting. Project will not be finished today. No showers. Day 2. Pew.

Water Heater

3. White room project on hold for water heater project. Sorry white room.

White Room

4. Went to dinner with a bunch of Zumba buddies for Alda's birthday. She's 26. I'm only 8 years older than Mia's mother-in-law. Mia is as old as my oldest.

Alda

5. I bought a Zumba Fedora. Seriously. Note to self: Do not dot com shop while intoxicated.

Fedora

6. I stole this post idea from P-Dub.

Creatures

May 7, 2011

By the way, the above pictures were taken by me. The lady bugs were up on Mt. Diablo as was the butterfly.

Big Red lives in my backyard during the summer. I wonder how long their life span is and if it really is the same guy that comes back every year? I should catch him and insert a chip or something. Anyway, he's very territorial. He gets very annoyed when we use his pool.

The lizard was in that hallowed out tree that looks like a chair on one of the Mt. Diablo trails. Donner, I believe.

The bumble bee was hanging around in my backyard. He's cute. And fuzzy. And buzzy.

Doomba

May 7, 2011

I was telling my Honey Bunch that there is a girl who stands in the front row at Zumba class. She never smiles. I said that if I were an instructor and I had to look at that frown the whole hour, it would bring me down. He said, "Don't people go to Zumba to have fun? If she doesn't want to have fun she could come to a class by me. And I would have Dr. Doom (aka Nic) be my assistant. And I would call it Doomba."

My Honey Bunch cracks me up more than I crack me up.

Nic did not find the story amusing.

Jazzed

May 1, 2011

Well tomorrow is my first day of teaching Zumba! I'll write about that after my first two classes on Monday! I'm so excited!

In the meantime, I'm keeping busy with the Art and Wine Festival here in Mayberry. Amusing as always. Here's the motorized cooler guy.

Art and Wine

More later.

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My name is Rosy, Chacha, Meez, Mama, Mother...take your pick.

My loves are my Honey Bunch, my children, my family, friends and Zumba.


One of my favorite sites and one I'll be stealing...um...borrowing ideas from. (Hmmm. I already see my Nerd font is similar to hers. Hers is Edwardian Script and Mine is Beautiful ES.)

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This blogger introduced me to the above blogger and to the blogging bug in general. Love her!

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This is my nieces blog. She's cute: http://temptationofliving.tumblr.com/rosystraka.com needs a facelift and makeover. I'll be working on that, too.


 

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