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Happy Anniversary!

April 27, 2013

Seventeen years ago I married my Little Honey Bunch. How lucky am I to have found him! He's smart, funny, patient, handsome, loving, handy, talented, a wonderful parent, has the prettiest blue eyes, he cooks, he does the sheets and towels every week, he provides for us, he made me Cinderella -- he's pretty much the best Little Honey Bunch EVER! Thank you for finding me and making our lives together a 'Happily Ever After'!

Mike and Rosy's Wedding

Go to this link for a look at our day!


Clean Your Own Butt

April 14, 2013

The other day when I was picking my 17 year old son up from the bottom of the hill after he took the bus there, I said to him, "You know I can't drive you around forever, right?"  He gives me this look:  -_____-

Yes, he's 17 and there's not an inkling of him doing anything towards getting his driver's license.  How could this be my child?  Me, who wanted to be a race car driver when I grew up?  Me, whose father taught her how do drive at 12 in a '57 Chevy Bel Air station wagon and had to look through the steering wheel because I was too small to look over it?  Me, who then borrowed that car on occasion and drove to my friend, Julie's house, across University Avenue - when I was still 12?  (P.S.  If you are one of my children and you are reading this, again, this is actually about a friend of mine.)  Me, who had the high score on the racing game at Town and Country Pool Hall?  Me, who made it to LA from Berkeley once in 4 hours flat (ahem, I mean my friend did)?  P-Rez commented that it looked like all the cars and trucks on the road, where standing still. Me, who after going from our Berkeley home to the Hilltop Mall and whose daughter said, "A jet plane couldn't have gotten here faster."?

I suppose it's possible that he's afraid of driving because I drive him. He once said, "When you're mad, your driving gets mad." I notice he uses the imaginary break often on our way to school. I wonder if he feels like this?

Speeding

Nah...

My 15 year old has already gotten her permit (as you recall) and has driven the car a few times and has a driving lesson scheduled. When I took her to drive at the bottom of the hill, I was frantically pressing the imaginary gas pedal. I let my Little Honey Bunch take her after that.

Now that I've been side-tracked for this entire post, the reason I titled it 'Clean Your Own Butt' is because my comment about not driving him forever, reminded me of once when he was little and we were still cleaning his butt (Remember, "DONE!"?), I finally said to him one day, "You know, you're going to have to start cleaning your own butt some time, right?" He says, "Why?" I say, "Well, I don't clean Mot's butt anymore." He was about 20 at the time. He says, "Why not?"

Big sigh....

On a different note, Nat said to me on our way home the other day, "Hurry! I need to get home and read your blog."

LOL! She reads me AND I crack her up. Or maybe she's just trying to make sure I don't embarrass her too badly.


Dance Mom

April 11, 2013

Dance Mom reporting for bragging duty. Not really. Just wanted to post the videos of the girl's dances from the competition. Enjoy!

This is a tap number to Jump.

Contemporary to Fast Car.

Jazz to Turn the Beat Around.


Randomness, Dancer and Pest

April 7, 2013

So my Little Honey Bunch and I were in the spa last night, discussing the mysteries of the universe. We were talking about my blog, I can't remember why, but he said he has never read one of my blog posts.

Ever.

I wasn't sure how to take that. Anyway, he asked if I was looking for more traffic and when I thought about it, I'm really not. I think I started writing because it kills me that I don't know anything about my mother or father and this way, if MY kids ever decide to get to know me, they can read my blog, even after I'm long gone. Or can they? Who will continue to pay for my URLs? My Little Honey Bunch says it'll be out there in the blogosphere somewhere for forever. We'll see.

On another random note, after finishing up our breakfast this morning, about to get up from the table and go on about our business, I said, "Well!" My Little Honey Bunch said, "That's a deep subject." When I finally got it after my several minute delayed reaction, I busted up laughing. Like spewing drink out of my nose laughing. Nic, staring at me with a straight face. I say, "Didn't you get his joke?" He said, "Y e s." I'm thinking, "Well then why aren't you laughing." Then he said, "I'm not sure what's funnier, the joke or how amused you are by it." My Little Honey Bunch said, "I think the latter."

On to my dancer. Clayton Valley Dance Academy formed a competition team for the first time in their history and this past weekend, competed for their first time ever. They did a number on Friday night and two on Saturday and placed Platinum in each of their divisions (whatever that means)! I'm such a Dance Mom now! Not really, but, you know. They had SO much fun and are extremely excited for their next competition in Santa Clara in May. Of course, I took a hundred million pictures (and only got about 2 good ones - must take Shelly's photography class). They are on my Phanfare Site. If you forgot the password, email me for it!

Show Stopper Competition San Mateo

And last, the pest. One of my biggest pet peeves (yes, I know I have many) are people who let their kids run amuck in restaurants, or anywhere, for that matter. Especially because I don't even like kids. Well, let me rephrase that. I don't like misbehaved, obnoxious kids. When I volunteered teaching the computer class at the elementary school, the teacher would crack up when I'd say, "I hate kids." What I really meant is I hate kids that don't listen and don't just do what they're supposed to do. I can't stand watching little kids touching everything in the Starbucks counter, for example. Somebody is going to have to buy that and drink out of it with all your nasty little germs on it. Ugh!

Anyway, we stopped in at In N' Out Burger on our way home from the competition. After grabbing a booth, this germ infested little girl wanders over to our table, after stopping at other tables. I try to ignore her. Then she says, "Hi. Do you have any kids?" I want the little thing to just go away so I say, "No." Then she says, "Then why do you have a baby in your belly?" I give her silence and the evilest eye possible as my blood pressure rises and rises and I decide I'd better not wear, what I thought was a cute outfit, ever again and that I should probably not be eating a burger and fries if I look pregnant. She goes back to her table, seemingly upset that I did not engage with her. Then her mother says, loud enough so that I can hear, "Well, if people aren't NICE to you, just don't bother with them."

WHAT BIOTCH? Blood pressure goes KAPOW, STEAM COMING FROM MY EARS!

I grab my cup to get my drink, suck in my stomach, and stop at their table and say, "NO, what's not nice is someone saying that you're pregnant when your not." Storm off to get drink. Evil eye all around their table on my way back. They WERE going to leave...someone had asked for their table but then they told the person they weren't leaving after all. It appears they were discussing that the kid had said something inappropriate and were telling her to come and apologize. So for the whole fricking time we were eating, she's crying saying, "No, I don't want to. Come with me." After several attempts, she inches her way to the table and says, "Sorry." I'm like, GO. THE. FUCK. AWAY. I did actually say that but just so Nat and My Little Honey Bunch could hear. I barely mouthed, "It's OK." They FINALLY left.

When I thought about it afterwards, I was annoyed that the parents had forced their kid to do that. They should have been the ones apologizing for letting their kid run all over the restaurant being obnoxious. It really wasn't the kids fault. Harumph.

Of course I can cast these stones since my children were always delightful, well mannered and well behaved (nose, stop growing) and never ran around in stores. Except for maybe that time when a mannequin got knocked over in Emporium Capwell's at the El Cerrito plaza. Lina blamed it on Lexi, who was only a couple of years old and couldn't defend himself. About twenty or thirty years later, she admitted that it was she, not Lexi, who knocked the mannequin over while running in the store.

After blowing my top, I wondered if I should have taken it as a compliment that she thought a 54 year old could be pregnant? NAH. I just looked fat. Note to self: Get rid of all ruffly fronted shirts and do a thousand sit-ups.

Do I look fat?


Motsy

April 5, 2013

Thirty-four years ago, I gave birth to this kind, gentle, sweet, smart, creative, funny, talented, loving human being. I love you, Motsy, Happy Birthday!

Motsy and Mama

Be safe in your travels across the pond. Say hi to Mick and the Queen for me!

By the way, when he left for Brooklyn, I wrote a heart wrenching story about him. I can't for the life of me find it. Does anyone still have that?????!!!!

In typical Motsy style, he called me night before last to say he was having a beer (10 pm) and still had to pack and catch an 8 am flight across the pond. I think he made. Super catching plane powers, that boy has.

Can't wait to see what he's painting there!

Motsy Painting

Check out some of his stuff on his website http://www.miguelbounceperez.com/ or Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/misterbouncer.


A Day Late

April 2, 2013

Yes, I'm a day late and a dollar short on switching over to the new month. It was a crazy day yesterday. How can someone who doesn't work outside the home be so busy? I'm not actually a dollar short...it was my first day working/teaching Zumba at 24 Hour Fitness! (See post in Zumba.) I earned a whole $20! What's that after taxes, gas and Zumba clothes? Like a negative $67.42? Anyway, I sure don't do this for the money! I'm hoping Rodan + Fields will be the ones to escort me all the way to the bank! Will update the Youth Page later, as soon as I upload the video from the meeting last night. So inspirational!

I do want to take a moment to wish my little red headed sister a very happy birthday! Love you, JuJuBee! It's been too long!

Rosy and Julie


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


They need you.

Glide Memorial


They need you, too.

ASPCA


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

Zumba Con Sabor

Rosy Straka Dot Com BN (Before Nerd):


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.)

The Pioneer Woman


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

That Girl Blogs

The website of a very talented artist who happens to be my son.

Bounce


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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