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Night and Day

January 29, 2012

I was looking at my closet today and thinking how different me and my Honey Bunch are in so many ways. He's white and I'm black (well, you know, sort of); he's neat and I'm not; he's level headed and I'm hot headed; he's a genius and I'm a simpleton. You get the picture.

I remember once when we went to an Open House at the elementary school for Nic when he was in Kindergarten, we're walking in together and I pretty much knew everyone we passed. "Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi." He looks at me and said, "I could have lived in this town for 10 years and not have known 2 people."

Nic and Nat are kind of like us. Nic always wanted to fly below the radar even though he was Genius Jr. He was always quiet, always followed the rules, always did his work. Natalie had the same 3rd Grade teacher as he did and the moment they met, Nat must have said more to her in the first breath than Nic had said to her the entire previous year. I said, "Have you met my children, Night and Day?"

I also have a mind that see's things in a different light, I think, than most souls. Take for instance the Charlie Brown Pot Hole. I was telling my family at dinner one night how the Charlie Brown Pot Hole gets me every time. It's on Clayton Road, just before Babel. Every single time I drive there, I forget it's there and hit it. Silky's low profile tires really don't like it. Anyway, the family says, "Why do you call it a Charlie Brown Pot Hole." I reply, "Because like Lucy ALWAYS fakes Charlie Brown out with the football, holding it for him to kick and then pulling it away at the last second so that he falls, the Pot Hole does the same thing to me."

Nic says, "That's a weird analogy." I say, "Have you met me?"

So this is my Honey Bunch's side of the closet.


And this is my side.

Neat Not

Me and my Honey Bunch. Night and Day.

Hoopties, Snookies, Birthdees, Ayalees, oh my!

January 26, 2012

I know, weird, but it rhymed.

So a few months ago, I parked Silky's nose too far over a curb. When I backed up, his little retainer fell out. My Honey Bunch hasn't put it back on yet so Silky's running around looking like a Hoopty. Poor little Silky.

Chacho and Michelle

Don't know if you know who Snooki is. I have never watched her reality show but I've seen antics from this girl in the tabloids and what not. All I know is that she wears tons of makeup and is really gauche. It seemed to make big news one day when she didn't wear makeup. I looked at her picture and thought, "Wow! She's really pretty under all that!"

Chacho and Michelle

I then realized I didn't have any makeup on so I took a picture of me. Snooki, too. Can't say the same about the really pretty underneath but me being out in public made big news, too. To me. Hope I didn't scare anybody too much.

Chacho and Michelle

My friend, Laura, turned 50! Her husband threw her a fabulous surprise birthday outing. After he flew in her sisters and several friends, he set up a wine tour in the Napa Valley. Four great wineries, lunch, dinner. What a beautiful, magical day! I have a billion more pictures on my Phanfare Site if you're so inclined.

Here's the gang: Michaela, MaryBeth, Rachel, Susana, Laura, Stacey, Jeanine, Gina, Robyn, Therese, Kathy, Marcie, me and Kathy.

Laura's 50th

Then my Honey Bunch's mom turned 70 and we had a bunch of people over to celebrate that. Again, a billion more pictures on my Phanfare Site.

Gma's 70th

THEN, my brother, sisters and kids came over with their assorted others mainly to view my sister's pictures from Mexico. It turned into a football watching day and lots of fun of hanging out with my family. A billion more pictures at my Phanfare Site. Password is: noneofyourbusiness

Everyone but Nic and my Honey Bunch were in the picture here. Bob holding Peanut, Eugenio holding Ignacio, Boobie, Michelle (my almost Sister-In-Law), Chacho, Nat, Sophear, Lexi, Lina and Lina's Miguel, Eme, Nena, me, Jaz and Motsy.


OK, so that was a couple of weekends worth of birthdays. More to, I'm so sure Nic is going to let me throw him a sweet sixteen.


Cutest Thing Ever

January 20, 2012

Well it might not be the CUTEST thing ever, but it's up there. My little brother (who is 51, sheesh), Chacho (yes, he does look like Carlos Santana), is getting married! My sister, Nena, designed these save the date cards. They really did meet in 1st Grade and he really did love her then.

Chacho and Michelle

The other side deserves an honorable mention, too. My sister hand addressed them. Beautiful!

Chacho and Michelle

Lazy Slob

January 19, 2012

Me. I am the lazy slob.

I am basically a lazy person. I could easily sit for days on the interweb or working on flyers or spying on people on Facebook or catching up on episodes of Real Housewives of or finding new ways to sit on my butt like looking into Pinterest and so forth. It is highly possible for me to never leave the sofa except to get a handful of chips or a cinnamon roll or switch kittens.

I know this to be true since at least when Baby #1 was a wee little thing. She's about to be 36 so it's been a while. Since I had her when I, and since she was only 2 years younger than my youngest sister (Confused? Me, too.) she, me and all my brothers and sisters called my mom 'Mom'. So she called me and my mom 'Mom'.

So one day she's calling out, "Mom? Mom?" My mom answers her, "Yes?"

Baby #1 says, "Not you. The lazy one." Sadly, this is a true story.

Anyway, my Honey Bunch left for a couple of days on a business trip. Babies #3 and #4 know that when he's gone, they have to forage for food. I kind of take that time off. So, I'm sitting on my duff and I get a text from him and this conversation ensues.

I realized that once again, movement on my part stood still since he left the day before. No dishes loaded, no laundry finished, no dinner going, no shower, dreadlocks. I know, I know. TMI, TMI!

He's only in San Diego and flying into Oakland. I really don't have much time.

So I bust a move. I start googling recipes and came up with this (click here, YUM!). I fold the clothes; start more loads; load the dishes that have accumulated for two days and all of which have dried Costco Cinnamon Roll guts on them; sweep the dreadlocks into a lovely French twist; take off yesterday's makeup; put away the two day's worth of newspapers; wipe down the counters; put dinner on; and the gin and tonics are ready just as my Honey Bunch walks in. He hugs and kisses Peg Bundy disguised as Suzy Homemaker (moi) and says, "It sure smells good in here!"

I know none of YOU ever do this, right? It'll be our little secret.

OK, I confess. He actually knows I'm lazy. Since he often works from home, it stands to reason that eventually, he would see me in my Peg Bundy state. He has said to me, "You velcro'd to the couch again?"

And he still likes me anyway.

Mind Boggle

January 16, 2012

Last night for my Honey Bunch's birthday dinner, I made reservations at Moresi's Chophouse. An intimate little dinner with just us two and Nic and Nat. We placed our dinner order and my Honey Bunch ordered a bottle of wine. The server asked how many wine glasses we needed. Um...just two.

So our lovely dinner arrives and the server arrives with the bottle of wine and three glasses. She says, "I bought en extra in case you change your mind." To Nic.

My Honey Bunch says, "He's only 16." (Even though he's actually still 15 until the 31st.) Was her face red. She recovered enough to take this picture for us.

So I'm 53 and I get carded last week. He's 15 and gets mistaken for at least 21. What does it all mean?

My mind is boggled.

Hmmmm. Just remembering the Cheesecake and Creme Brulee.


Creme Brulee

And the yummy Fish n Chips, baby back ribs and fried chicken I didn't get a picture of! YUM! OK, gotta go forage for left overs.

But before I do, I'll leave you with another mind boggle. Does anyone have any idea what this is? I know a couple of you will.


I don't remember why we got on this subject. Perhaps because of the bottle of wine we didn't share with Nic. Anyway, I wowed and amazed my family. First, that I even knew this archaic art of shorthand and secondly that I still remembered it and lastly that secretaries ever even took dictation, let alone in this manner.

Um yeah, mind boggle.


January 13, 2012


That's the sound of my bubble bursting. Let me explain. You see, a couple of days ago, I was at my local warehouse outlet buying our week's supply of groceries and alcohol. A case of wine, a bottle of gin. You know, the usual weekly stuff. Then a funny thing happened. The checker asked asked to see my driver's license.

I got carded. I'm 53.

After a trying week of teenage and mama drama, I felt lifted! I felt good!

Oh yeah, I'm bad. I look good. I got carded. Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh huh (imagine me pimp walking away). So over the next couple of days, after posting it on Facebook, I'm drinking in all the lovely comments. "It's that Zumba booty!" "That's awesome!" "I bet people think we're sisters!" That from my 14 year old.

I go to Bryan's awesome Zumba class this morning, and I'm still telling people, who I know are not on Facebook, that I got carded. More lovely comments, then....POP!

One Zumbini says to me, "They were probably checking to see if you qualify for the senior discount."

Suck it, Zumbini!

LOL! He was probably right, though.

Disclaimer: Driver's License weight and actual weight are usually not the same. Same for height.

This kind of reminds me of one time I was driving down Clayton Road. I notice movement from the car next to me. This cute guy is trying to get my attention. OMG! Someone is trying to pick me up. OMG! That hasn't happened in a hundred years! He's making the rolling down the window signal. I smile, shake my head and show him my ring finger. I'm feelling all pimp walky good as I continue on my way.

I get home and notice the gas cap on the car is open. Um....yeah. Is my face red.

Cat, Nat, Surprise

January 13, 2012

Happy Friday the 13th!

Black Cat

Random Nat. She just picks up my phone and takes random pictures of herself.

Random Nat

My friend turned 50. Her hubby flew in her two daughters, two sisters, and three friends (two others pictured are local) to surprise her! Locals gathered everyone from the airports, parked in front of my house, walked over and...what a great surprise she got! More to come!


I think it took a while for it to sink in!


Date Night

January 8, 2012

Last night, my little Honey Bunch and I went on a much needed date night. Much needed for me anyway. We have exactly four eating establishments and a saloon in all of the two blocks of downtown. One of our favorites is Moresi's. Everything I've ever eaten there is delicious! Last night, I had the Brick Chicken, a sweet potato side dish and an orange bundt cake bread pudding with cranberries for dessert. YUM! Plus we love the ambiance and Ed always personally greets us. When we're done with our lovely dinner, we usually walk across the street to the saloon. A country band was playing last night, but I'm beginning to like country more and more.

Date Night

A lovely bottle of our neighbor's Pinot.

Date Night

The bread pudding. I got the last one. Ed said everyone was jealous. And they were right to be. It was DELICIOUS!

Date Night

So we saunter over to the saloon and there's this Bob Schomer look alike playing pool.

Date Night

Seriously, these guys are 21?

Date Night

Marc Anthony was there, too.

Date Night

This girl was inside her gadget the entire night except to take pictures with her friends and probably promptly post on Facebook saying what a great time she was having. Don't get why she was there. She was also 'disgusted' with the thongs and bras hanging on the boots hanging on the ceiling. I've always kind of liked them.

Then there was the 6 foot tall blonde who was dancing with You can see her at the end of the bar. She kept touching her butt as if to make sure it was still there. Weird.

Date Night

All in all, a good people watching (one of my favorite past times) night with my little Honey Bunch.

And a VERY relaxing Sunday. This is all I've seen all day. Life is good. Again. Partly.

Date Night

I Want You Back

January 5, 2012

Dear Facebook,

I want you back. Oo, oo, baby, I want you back. Tryin' to live without your love is one long sleepless night, let me tell you girl, that I know wrong from right...

Oh wait..I got a little sidetracked.

I meant, Facebook, I'm taking you back but with conditions. I went on a deleting and organizing frenzy and here's why.

1. If you have not 'participated' on my wall, why are you my friend? Delete.

2. Friends of Nic and Nat's, I don't really want to see all of your profanity and what not. I HAVE to see Nic and Nat's but I birthed them so, you know. Delete.

3. People who (who? whom?) I have no idea who you are? Delete.

4. I friended you because I want to know what's going on in your life and to see pictures of your family and your drunken parties. If you never post ANYTHING, why are you taking up cyberspace? Delete.

5. I created a separate Facebook account, Zumba Con Sabor, for my Zumba peeps so my friends and family who aren't interested in my Zumba postings won't get annoyed. My friends and family are welcome to friend that page if you WANT to be annoyed. Delete.

6. Same with my Zumba peeps. If I took you off my personal facebook and put you on Zumba Con Sabor but you are actually my friend and want to be kept abreast of my random postings, come on back to Rosy Straka's Page (currently named Chaha Ayala)! I may have left some in the wrong places. Sorry. Unfriend or friend as appropriate. Delete.

7. I don't mind if you post your political or religious beliefs -- unless I don't agree with them. Ha, ha. Just kidding. Sort of. Really, just don't bring that s*@t up unless it's funny. Funny is good. Delete.

I probably have more conditions but I can't think of them right now.

Yours Truly,

Chacha Ayala (Rosy Straka)


And now for the song that's been stuck in my head since I thought of the title for this post.

Happy Birthday Blog

January 3, 2012

One year ago today, I started this See post here. Nothing much has changed except that I now know why people shoot their brains out. Sorry. That kind of day. Happy Birthday anyway, Blog.

P.S. I know some of you will be concerned. No need to be. I'm going to go Zumba my brains out.

Happy New Year!

January 1, 2012

At Least Mot Loves Me Still

Happy New Year!

January 1, 2012

I know it's not actually the 1st yet but I probably won't get a chance to update this later tonight. So...


Be sure and check out the December posts if you haven't had a chance.

New Year's Resolution Number 1: Get comments working on this darn site.

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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. My Zumba site:

Zumba Con Sabor

One of my favorite sites and one I'll be 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.


This is the website of a fellow Zumba enthusiast, Jessie Amato. Great site AND, she's been to my dad's hometown, Oxkutzcab, Yucatan, Mexico.

Bay Zumba

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


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