Why My Hubby is Embarrassed of Me - "Burrito" - Part 4

I recently had a birthday.  Holla!  I know.  Lame sauce.  It's just not as cool as it use to be.  However my day this year was quite lovely.  The kids and hubby brought me breakfast in bed, did the dishes, decorated the house, made me cards, brought me lunch, let me have a nap, and provided dinner.  I really can't complain.  I love this chapter of my life.  And although I'm no longer in my twenties or even a round 30, I'm looking forward to 30-something.  Wasn't that a TV show?

At this age I realize and embrace the fact that I'm a little bit quirky, weird, free spirited, eccentric and imaginative.  I'm totally okay with all of that.  I'm more comfortable in my own skin today than I have ever been.  And no matter what adjective you use to describe me or what you may think of me, there is one thing that I discovered years ago that has only gotten better with age.  My dancing.  Don't laugh.  I've got some mad skills.  And how did I discover this talent, you ask?  The "Burrito".

When I was a teenager I made up a song and choreographed a small dance.  It was done completely to make my siblings laugh.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  And it worked brilliantly.  The song is about a fellow named Jose and a flying burrito.  No.  It doesn't make sense.  That's partly why it's funny.  This song and dance quickly became popular with not only my family but my extended family.  It has since been labeled the "Burrito" and has been performed at Christmas parties and other family events.  The routine is really quite simple.  I make the ugliest face I can physically muster, and yes, it is the same hideous face every time, and then I dance and sing.  Above all things that I have done or will ever do to embarrass my husband, this is by far the worst of the worst.  With that being said, along with my desire to stay married, the "Burrito" was kindly put in the vault several years ago.  Bye-bye.  So sad.  No "Burrito" for ever more.  So don't ask me to do it.  I will not.  But those of you who have seen it will have it burned into your brains for years to come.  From the humble beginnings of an ugly song & dance about Mexican food evolved a timeless talent that is what I like to consider a fairly decent robot and a semi-good worm.  I'm working feverishly to combine the two with the "coffee grinder".  More info to come. (wink)  

A toast to the "Burrito".  Good-bye old friend.  Cha-cha-cha!

Marco.....Polo

The boys were playing Marco Polo the other day. 

CJ was the seeker as Ranger ran circles around him. 

And where did they find the blindfold you ask? 

They just borrowed the bra off of Lil G's Little Mermaid Bear. 

Little bra = perfect blindfold. 

I'm just glad they didn't use mine. 

Whi-Rash Workout



Whoosh!  I'm famished!  Hard work out this morning.  Ya see, I've been working out with my sister a few times a week in her home gym.  It's pretty rad.  We meet early in the morning at her house and go downstairs to her unfinished basement.  It's nothing fancy.  We just use what we have and dance our way 'round her storage.  We have designated areas for push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, running, pull-ups and squats (which the squat area is also used for burpees, double unders, and jumping jacks).  Today's routine was especially grueling.  I decided to go for the treadmill and Sister started her journey down what we like to call "lunge lane".  By the time she had made one pass down lunge lane I had plugged in the treadmill and was ready to go.  As I entertained the treadmill and she ruled the lane, we chatted and laughed and chatted some more.  After what seemed like forever I looked at the time and realized it was time for me to go home and get the kiddos ready for school.  I unplugged the treadmill and headed up the stairs.  Phew!  This osmosis exercise kicks my trash.  I never did turn the treadmill on after I plugged it in and even that 15 minutes of standing on it wore me right out.  I wonder if that's how karma works.  I thought about exercising while standing in place.  Thank you treadmill for reciprocating those feelings.  Well done today, Sister.  Until next time.



Why is this post considered Whi-Rash?  This diagram should explain.