My Momma...

There are many songs, poems and literature written about how a mom should be and the love of a mom to her child.  The funny ones make you laugh and the good ones that apply so well and are totally true make you cry.  This little blog made me cry with happiness and just memories flooding in.  I hope it makes you happy too mom.

I know I am blessed to have my momma in my life and on this earth; especially on her special day and to be able to call her up any time and hear her voice is truly something I do not take for granted.  Even as a young child I could see how deeply she loved all of her kids, how she always wanted us around and always spent time with us and took care of us emotionally and mentally.  I couldn’t have asked for a more caring, loving and understanding individual.  It really did seem like she was put on this earth to make us happy.  I don’t know how the hell she did it.  She had a smile on her face pretty much the entire time and living in Southern California everyone has the go-with-the-flow mindset that she had that I never really understood how she hardly ever was under stress.  Now that I’m older I know momma had little tricks up her sleeve and under her belt that I wish I could do and everyone knows I haven’t mastered any.  She wasn’t mother Teresa but she was my saint and guardian angel to me in my time of need from my birth.  Without her literally I don’t know where I would be in this world right now and I owe my start, beginning, upbringing and moral values to the woman who loved me at first sight and chose to love me unconditionally.  Those who know me know I was a stubborn and strong-minded young person but those are hormones for you and I’ve apologized for that.  I do know I hope to spend the rest of my days making sure my girls get to know, understand and hear all the awesome things momma told me and momma’s momma taught me.  Words aren’t descriptive enough to say how wonderful I think she is and I won’t even try but to know that someone always is and will be in your corner as your biggest fan and cheerleader supporting you through your life is the greatest gift anyone could ever give even if you had all the money in the world.  To be happy and content with your family and knowing that my mom and family is happy is more than enough; to have folks understand and ‘get’ you is worth it’s weight in gold and that’s what makes me happy.  Daddy is watching down on us probably wondering what we’re going to get you for your birthday momma and wishing he could call Margaret to tell her to get you something for him then acting surprised at your reaction and asking you if he could have it.  I hate that I can’t be with my mom on her birthday but know my family will be there for her to wish her the best on her special day.  I love you more than anything Momma….Happy Birthday.

Zumba with Gaby...

Holy cow batman!  Went to Zumba with Gaby tonight for the first time ever. 

We first walk by the room and see about 6 rows of skinny girls r' us and kept on walking.  We debated for a moment, weighed the pros and cons then decided to just check it out anyways.  We'd been procrastinating this class for months now and had finally made our way to the parking lot so we had to at least pop in.  We could've always left if we started hyperventilating or one of us passed out right?  We noticed so many people in the room they had to move equipment to cram us all in.  There tons of water bottles (as we soon would find out we NEED and now know for the next time) as we meekly made our way to the back of the room thinking we had gone insane to try this and one of us surely would faint before the night was over.  That room was intimidating at first because of the sheer numbers but also the hard core Zumba people are in the front glaring at folks walking in while stretching in preparation to burn burn burn those calories away.  Gaby and I are back of the room work out folks thank you very much. 

Zumba is not what you see on television.  Okay well maybe a bit with the crazed gym rat size 0 instructor in the front trying to motivate everyone to contort their bodies in shapes we haven't done in years all the while urging us to 'work it out'.  After literally 20 minutes I was thinking, 'um yeah I'm going to work my butt off in a hot tub with some Epsom salt and Icy/Hot afterwards and maybe a heating pad for good measure!' I have 2 kids and feel too old to do dance routines from my youth days of drill team.  That young lady was determined to make us sweat though come hell or high water.

Oh let me backtrack.  This is a Marine Corps gym on base here so what I found HILARIOUS was that there were a number of gentlemen in this class & they shook their money makers like she did when the time called for it.  Oh man these guys who were in the back of the room with us made this class worthwhile.  They were very young and sweet but it was amazing to see guys doing the same moves this instructor lady was doing and the guys kept up with her and on beat.  Apparently Gaby & I had been missing out on this craze called Zumba because everyone is into it.  

Gone are the times of Bunco, Bingo, bowling or a gentle stroll down your block with the one you love.  Couples go to Zumba in 2011!  We'll definitely go again and maybe even take the husbands along with us to share in the fun with the rest of us.