As frantic as last weekend was, this weekend is all about rest and relaxation. Goalielocks has been sleeping and resting most of the week, while I returned to the frenetic pace of everyday life. The piece for this, of course, is some virus that has left me voiceless, congested and with a sore throat. Although, on a happy note, my orchid started blooming today.
Thankfully, Goalielocks seemed to have some improvement in his headaches today. They’ve been a 5-6 (on the pain scale of 1-10)?all week, but this morning his headaches was at a 4. Unfortunately, it got a little bit worse he ran a couple of errands with me, so we’ll have to watch his activity levels.
I finally got back to Kohl’s, so I could put my Kohl’s cash to good use. And boy did I ever! Both younger boys are completely restocked on underwear’s and socks. Hopefully, we’ll get at least a couple months out of these socks!
I also picked up an Instant Pot, which looks pretty cool. It seemed like everyone got one for Christmas and love it, so I’m excited to try it out. If you have any good recipes, please share!
We also headed to the pet store or two looking for some new marine fish for our tank. We have one store that’s close to us that has an amazing array of marine species and aquariums. My boys wish we had a tank large enough to accommodate a shark, but that it way too expensive.
We did however add another clownfish, a goby, a live rock, a carpet an anemone and a feather duster worm. The tank looks pretty cool with the new species in there. Moreover, our two clownfish have already paired and our getting along fabulously. It will be fun to watch them both. We’ve named them Coral and Marlin (a.k.a Nemo’s parents.)
Since I’m sick, I’m already in pajamas ready for bed. Since it’s so early, I think we’ll put on a movie. It’s a perfect night for a movie.
We left balmy, beautiful South Florida for a New England weekend full of hockey. After yesterday’s events this is the perfect distraction for our boys. Fortunately, we had several of Goalielocks’ teammates on our flight into Boston.
I seem to remember the flight being shorter, but it seemed quite long. Consequently, I made good use of my time by watching Bad Moms 2 and Loving Vincent. Bad Moms 2 wasn’t nearly as good as the first one, but it was still funny.
On the other hand, Loving Vincent was absolutely masterful. It tells the story of the aftermath of Van Gogh’s life and death via the characters in his paintings through the paintings. Not only does it tell the story brilliantly, but it does so by animating his paintings in glorious fashion. I was completely transfixed on the film and can’t recommend it ugly enough.
Unfortunately, once we landed in Boston the hard work started for me. There’s a lot of freaking traffic from Boston all the way to New Hampshire! Whiskey tango foxtrot! We spent an hour and a half driving from the airport to the hotel. We’re entirely and completely exhausted!
Before settling in for the night we enjoyed a great dinner at the Pig’s Tail. We split poutine and eggplant with our friends. For the main course, we enjoyed flat iron steak and pizza. Now we’re off the bed as we are beyond tired.
“It wasn’t my fault!” If you’re a parent, this is a phrase you have heard quite often. When they’re small it can be kind of cute. After all, it wasn’t Goalielocks or the Mayor’s fault they spilled all the toothpaste and put toothpaste footprints all over the upstairs. Of course, it was entirely their fault given there was no toothpaste fairy that squeezed the toothpaste all over the floor. Unfortunately, the plethora of sweet, minty, stick and blue footprints led to a hole in a wall as my hubby realized the scope of the issue.
Now that they’re older it isn’t as cute. Moreover, it’s super important that they understand that it was indeed their fault. My son’s phone rang in the middle of class courtesy of spammer. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to turn of the ringer, so his teacher confiscated the phone for the remainder of the day. In fact, the school’s policy prohibits him from collecting the phone at dismissal. Nope that would just be too simple and let the kids off to easy.
At this point, I was at work running from meeting to meeting. I just taken on a new role at work, so needless to say I’m quite busy. His friend text me to tell me that his phone had been confiscated for ringing. Naively I assumed he would be able to pick it up as he left school that day. Interestingly enough he never told me via his friend’s phone that we would have to be the ones to recover said phone.
I called the school once I saw he was on the bus without his phone. The front office staff was incredibly sweet and helpful. She called the teacher, but was unable to reach her via phone. Consequently, she tried to page her, but to no avail. Finally, she sent someone to check the classroom as the teacher hadn’t turned in a phone. When she came back on the line, she informed me they had found the phone in the teacher’s classroom.
The teacher had left with my son’s iPhone 8 sitting out in the open. I’m a little peeved about that because I don’t think the teacher nor the school would have paid for a new phone had his been stolen. Oh and the only way to get it was for us to pick it up. Now I’m just aggravated. His school is neither close to home nor close to work for either of us. This had become quite the pain in the arse.
We were finally able to collect the phone around 6:40 pm. Curiously, if I hadn’t called the school, we may not have known we (the parents) had to pick up the phone. We started talking about the situation and the old refrain came up “it wasn’t my fault.” His argument was he couldn’t control when the spammer called. Of course, his argument did not consider the fact he had forgotten to put his phone on silent. Had he put his phone on silent as he does every other morning, he wouldn’t have had it taken away. At the end of the day, it wasn’t the end of the world, but he needed to take accountability for his actions or in this case inactions. Fortunately, he caught on pretty quickly, which brought an end to the lecture.
Tonight’s song performed by Shaggy (and apropos to tonight’s title) is “It Wasn’t Me.”
Last night I attended my first Night To Shine event. This wonderful event is put on by the Tim Tebow foundation. This event gives special needs teenagers and adults the opportunity to have a prom night experience that’s all about them. Fortunately, I was able to register as a buddy before they closed registration. I could not have signed up for a more amazing night.
As a buddy, it is our job to escort the attendee through their magical night. From check-in until check out, our job is to make sure they have the time of their lives. As this was my first time, I was a little nervous for the evening. My nervousness dissipated quickly when I got to the church. I quickly found my co-workers and took a seat in the sanctuary to wait for our guests to start arriving.
For the first time in three years, they had more than enough buddies, so I was able to pair up with my friend WL for the evening. Our buddy arrived and it was clear from the beginning that we were a perfect match. J, our buddy, was the life of the party and the Mayor of the event. She knew absolutely everyone! Moreover, she had an infectious energy and happiness about her that was immediately apparent.
We made our way into check-in, where they struggled to find her registration. The Church’s, St. Paul Lutheran Church, event team and volunteer staff hopped into action immediately. Within minutes, the snafu was fixed and J and I were ready to head to hair and makeup. Her dress was resplendent and ethereal. She looked like a Disney princess. It is no wonder she was the star of the prom.
One of my favorite moments of the evening was triumphantly walking the red carpet with her. She freaking owned the carpet and the moment. J is a star! When we got into the prom, we headed to get her prom photo taken. She was an absolute natural in front of the camera. We left the photo area and entered the prom. Since we were both hungry, we made a beeline over to the food table. Chic Fil-A donated all of the food for the event. Chicken nuggets and mac and cheese never tasted so good.
We had barely sat down when J tired of eating and seemed overwhelmed. Fortunately, I was able to keep her calm. I quickly suggested hitting the dance floor, which put a huge smile on her face. Not only could J work the camera, she could out dance most people I know. We quickly figured out that we both loved Romeo Santos and Daddy Yankee. As we danced, she was greeting everyone on the floor. She knew everyone!!!
WL was finally able to join us when it was determined they had enough buddies, so we had to double up. Once WL joined us, the energy was out of this world and J was slaying it on the dance floor. As we danced, she would hold our hand and thank us for being her friend. We absolutely adored our buddy! I could write all night about how we danced the night away, but there wouldn’t be enough words to describe how amazing it was for us.
One of the cool parts of the evening, was getting to know her parents during hair and makeup and the latter part of the dance. They were incredible people. Their daughter was one of the sweetest, kindest, most fun and generous people WL and I had ever met. Her parents, much like her, were sweet, kind and fun. We spent quite a bit of time talking after the event, which was nice. While they thanked us for showing her a great time, we both felt that we should thank them for allowing us to be her buddy.
It was such an incredible experience to share the evening with J and her family. When Tim Tebow came on the screen, the crowd when absolutely berserk. To say they loved him, would be a gross understatement. His message of love, faith, inclusion and celebration of special needs individuals was incredible. As he closed out the message, we went into the countdown after which all of the guests were crowned either King or Queen of the prom. The look on J’s face as we put the tiara on her head is one I will never forget.
At the end of the night, I couldn’t help but feel that the night was just as much about us as it was the guests. As I left the church, my heart was full, not just because I volunteered, but because of all the love, fun and memories we created with J. Undoubtedly, it felt good to serve others, but she gave us and taught so much that I left with so much gratitude in my heart. In fact, we’ve made plans to be therenext year to be her buddy again. We’ve made plans to go shopping and get pedicures. Meanwhile, her mom and I are planning on going to see Romeo Santos when he comes to town.
Its amazing how in volunteer to help others, those that you are helping teach you more about life and yourself than you could ever imagine. Being a buddy or volunteer at Night to Shine was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. It was an incredible event, which I will insist upon attending next year. I am forever grateful to CS for the invitation. Lastly, I’m forever grateful to J and WL for being my partners in crime last night. Couldn’t have asked for a better buddy or partner than these two! #squadgoals
If you’d like to know more about Tim Tebow’s Night To Shine, click here.
Tonight’s song, one of the last one played last night, performed by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes is “Time of My Life.” Last night, we killed it on the dance floor dancing to this song. P.S. WL I totally would have caught you.
Life with teens is oh so fun. I knew getting into this whole parenting gig that we’d be in for it when our sweet, darling baby became a toddler. Yeah, they were right. When our kids were toddlers many a tear was shed by them and us. In fact, for the first two years of his life, I was convinced the Mayor was an 88 year old man from Boca trapped in a toddler’s body. He was that cranky. However, it seems nothing can prepare you adequately for the beast that is a teenager.
There are quite a number of similarities between the toddler and teenage stage that i have notice.
Temper tantrums – While they once threw temper tantrums over losing blocks, not watching Caillou or other very serious toddler problems, as teenagers they now lose their ish over the simplest of things. For example, you should always proceed with caution when asking teen to go to bed, take shower, do homework or god forbid to do a chore.
Rock solid logic. Have you ever argued with a two year old? No, there’s a reason for that. Its a zero sum game. The beauty of teenagers is their intellect and their vocabularies are a little more mature. For example, tonight I asked Goalielocks to take a shower right after practice, so he doesn’t keep everyone up with the commotion. His response, “great well I guess I don’t get to eat tonight.” Now mind you, he had pizza before going to practice. Another favorite of mine is their argument that we want their animals today because we won’t take them to Petsmart or Petco immediately. To date, we have not lost an animal due to a delayed trip to the pet store.
Their taste is music is equally horrible as it when they were a toddler. Only when their teens, the music is a much more insidious albeit still simplistic. If you’re curious what I’m referring to check out the song “Gucci Gang.” They also think Tupac wasn’t a real rapper and sucks. No further explanation is needed here. You’ll be begging for the muscial stylings of Sesame Street in no time.
Their personality is often amplified as both a toddler and a teen. Did you have a strong willed toddler? Well, boy oh boy, are you in luck because you’re about to have a strong willed teenager. (I’m praying for you now.)
Stubbornness is a trait that both age groups excel at and is so pleasing to parents.
They’re silly. At least they share some good traits, eh.
Whether or not they will ever admit, teens need their parents. In fact, they need us just as much as a teen as they did when they’re a toddler. The dynamic may shift, the aggravation level will increase, but they will need you. Moreover, they will need you as a parental figure and not a friend.
As a toddler, you’ll clamor to enroll them into the best preschool. While when they’re a teen, you’ll agonize over secondary and higher education options. It is a bit overwhelming at first, but I’m hoping by the third one we’ll have it mastered.
Each and every stage of the boys lives has been an amazing chapter. Our oldest is an adult, which sounds odd every time I say it. My oldest has become an amazing man and is proof that the hubby and I can survive life with a teenager! Tonight’s song performed by Nirvana is “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” I loved this song when I was a teenager attending junior high dances where we’d all bang out head to that song. For me, it also represents Jake’s awakening into music. It wasn’t too long after he started choir as a high school freshmen that he began to discover real good music. Nirvana was one of the first, of many, bands he discovered.
You know the best thing about Thursday is that it is almost Friyay!! I love Fridays. The day brings an air of satisfaction as it symbolizes yours survived the work week. Moreover, it signals that you’re about to indulge in the rest and relaxation that is the weekend…. And then I wake up, remember I’m a hockey mom and accept there’s no rest for the weary.
I’m back at Zumba this week, which feels amazing. There’s nothing better than being reunited with my girls. My recently injured tendons are handling it okay. It’s odd because Zumba doesn’t really bother my left posterior tibial tendon. However, it really bother my right tibial tendon. Of course, it is the opposite when I run. Unfortunately, neither side can seem to agree on which activity it can tolerate, which is beyond frustrating.
One thing that doesn’t bother my ankles, is aerial yoga. Unfortunately, the invasions haven’t been working so well this week due to major sinus congestion. In fact, they’ve been borderline painful with tons of pressure. I did, however, notice that afterward my sinuses felt clearer.
Tonight I had a plan in mind to help decompress my back while opening the sinuses. The first try didn’t go so well and was pretty uncomfortable. On the second try, I just screwed it all sorts of way and was able to gracefully fall out of the silk. Fortunately, I found great success with subsequent attempts. The key tonight was closing my eyes and concentrating on my breath as my body and sinuses became acclimated to the inversion. Success!
I’ve since eaten dinner, so there will be no more inversions for me tonight. However, I’m writing this post as I am laying in the silk swinging ever so gently. You can’t beat it!
Before settling into the silk, I headed upstairs to see Hammy the Hamsters new and more secure digs. Much like our chameleon, she made a break for it over the weekend while we were at hockey. When Goalielocks discovered she was missing, he let out a trill of a sound that was unintelligible
Upon hearing this confounding noise, I quickly headed upstairs to see what was wrong. I quickly realized he was in hysterics as Hammy and escaped. He, of course, was convinced that she was dead and gone, but I had hope.
I had a gut feeling that she was in the Mayor’s room finding and I was right. It took 3 of us 20 minutes to lure her out, but we were successful. Goalielocks put her back in the cage and put books over it, so she couldn’t escape. Meanwhile, I had the foresight to have all the doors closed and items placed underneath the door, so she couldn’t get out of his room.
Unfortunately, no more than 24 hours later, the escape artist had escaped again! We were back to hysterics. This time she hadn’t made it out of Goalielocks’ room. She had stashed a lot of food and herself in the tiny space behind his armoire. With the help of Hubby, he was able to get her back into her cage. Since she had escaped twice in a short span of time, we moved her to a smaller cage with much less space between the bars.
Fortunately for Hammy, her new cage arrived tonight and she is loving life. She’s got plenty of space and activities to do. Meanwhile, we’re thrilled because she can’t sneak out of this cage.
We’ve had a hell of a week between colds, sinus infections, escaping hamsters and almost surgeries. I am definitely looking forward to relaxing this weekend and catching up on some rest. Well, at least when I’m not at the hockey rink…..
The realities of mom life aren’t nearly as glamorous as Gloria from Modern Family would have you believe. In fact, they can be quite the opposite of glamorous unless you include cleaning up vomit in your definition of glamorous. I know I don’t! In the 18.5 years of motherhood, I’ve learned the key to motherhood is the learning to be agile in your planning and expectations.
While I would love to have nice things and perfectly clean house, I’ve found with three boys in the house it is darn near impossible. When the boys were younger, we removed all of the toys and furniture from our upstairs loft. At the time, and still to this day, my boys use the space as their mini hockey rink. Yeah, it’s crazy. Yeah, there’s damage to the walls and floor. I mean, who doesn’t love when the kids take permanent markers to their new wood floors? But you know what, my boys have had a blast spending their days/nights playing mini-hockey. Moreover, it is much better than video games. As a mother, you quickly learn which battles to fight and which ones to let go.
I always have high ambitions for my weekends. I’m going to go to the gym, run all my errands, hang our with friends, organize my closet, etc. The reality is again I have to be agile in my expectations and planning. My plan may be a bit grandiose given my hockey mom schedule. While the reality of what I’m able to accomplish, in my own mind, is quite paltry compared to my ambitions. I guess when my kids reach 18, I’ll have time for all of those grandiose plans.
Moreover, this weekend in Chicago I had hoped to see downtown and eat relatively well. I can’t say that ate completely poorly, but Giordano’s -while amazing- is not anti-fat ass compliant. Fortunately, we only ate there two out of the four days. As for the sight seeing, our hockey schedule simply didn’t allow for it. I had planned to do this Monday before heading to the airport, but this plan was derailed by both boys’ teams making the semi-finals. It wouldn’t have been nice to see downtown, but truth be told I’d rather be watching my boys at the hockey rink.
While we were in Chi-town, the hubby installed the yoga silk. Initially, I had envisioned that I’d be the only one using it while the rest of my family made fun of me for it. Oh how I was wrong. Surprisingly, my younger two boys (in particular) love doing inversions in the silk, swinging on the silk and laying back in the silk relaxing. I’m not mad that they love it, but I’m definitely going to need to buy another silk for the house. I had hoped that the boys would use it post-hockey practice to help decompress their backs while opening their chest and shoulders. Thankfully, they’re doing this, but I think they want to live in it.
Meanwhile it was back to work for me with a sinus headaches courtesy of the cold weather and flights. Fortunately, I only came back to 1,000 emails. That made for a fun morning. Truly, it was nice to be back at work and back into our regular routines. My body was clearly still on CST as I woke up way later than I had hoped.
We’re back to a daily song and tonight’s song performed by The Cranberries is “Dream.” I was devastated to read that we had lost yet another amazing musician, Dolores O’Riordan, from my formative years. One of the first albums I bought was The Cranberries album Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?. It was also an album that both my dad and I were really into. For me, it was one of the first times my dad’s and my musical tastes aligned on music. Of course, now it is a much different story with a lot of my musical preferences heavily influenced by my dad.
Skol Vikings!!! Holy cannoli Batman that was a nail biter of a game between my Vikes and the Saints today. Jen and I were biting our nails as we followed the live updates on the Score. Unfortunately, there was a bit of a time delay on the app. So we were a bit behind.
Fortunately, text messages from my hubby, the family group text and Chuckles and Roman kept us updated timely. Honestly, when C&R texted holy cow, what a catch, touchdown, I thought they were messing with me. (It’s not hard to do.) I was in disbelief until my hubby and the family group text confirmed the good news.
Truly it was a game that entertained the masses while giving Minnesota fans a heart attack. I was commiserating the Vikings impending doom with my hubby via text and Jen as watched Goalielocks’ game. When she said, “maybe there’ll be a miracle.” I replied as any hardened Vikings fan would, “miracles don’t happen to us.” Only this time it did thanks to our Keenum led offense and Diggs’ amazing catch.
Aside from the Vike’s amazing win tonight, my boys had four games at two rinks across town. Consequently, I’m utterly exhausted and not looking forward to a 5:00 am wake up and an early morning drive through the snow. Goalielocks’ Team was 2-0 on the day, but I’ll write more about that in a forthcoming post on instant karma.
Meanwhile, the Mayor’s team went 1-1 on the day. The Mayor notched two goals today scoring one in each of the games. In fact, he scored the only goal for his team in the morning game. Both boys’ teams have moved onto the semis bright and early tomorrow. I’ll likely miss the start of Goalielocks’ game.
Lastly, the boys are really loving the Chicago area. Unfortunately, it looks like we won’t be able to make it downtown tomorrow due to games. However, today I introduced Goalielocks to deep dish pizza. After their morning game, we went with friends to Giordano’s. Goalielocks and I shared a pepperoni deep dish pizza that was to die for. In his words, “it was the best pizza he had ever eaten!” Moreover, he wants to go back for more tomorrow.
Of course, the plus side is the pizza really fills you up. You really don’t need to eat too much the rest of the day after having that. Even after we got back to the hotel after Goalielocks’s game, I was still full.
I should also mention that it has started to snow here in Chicago, which makes awesome driving – said nobody ever!!! My boys though are loving the weather. In contrast, I’m praying for an early end to the snow and for the roads to be clear tomorrow morning when we leave. I’m off to bed as we have a very early wake up call tomorrow morning.
It was game day in Chicago for the Mayor and Goalielocks. Moreover, it was a cold game day in Chicago. It was so cold, in fact, that I got to break out my Dale of Norway sweater. Thank god for that sweater as it kept me completely comfortable all day long. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a great photo (my eyes are closed per usual), but you can clearly see the sweater. Also, I totally forgot how I hate static cling. It simply isn’t something we have to contend with in Florida.
The day started out with a nice win for Goalielocks and his squad. Additionally, it was a great start to the day for me as I quickly found a Dunkin’ Donuts in close vicinity to the rink. #winning
Fortunately, all of our games today were at the same rink. In fact, I lucked out as The Mayor’s game was right after Goalielocks’ game. Best of all, I was able to watch the first two games with my bestie from highschool and her kids. We had such a great time, I forgot to take a pic of us! Ugh!
At the beginning of the Mayor’s game, we had some yummy pizza up in the rink’s restaurant/bar. It was super good. Fortunately, the puck luck bounced our way as the opponents inadvertently buried a pass in their net. 1-0 good guys!
Ultimately, the Mayor’s team won in a much more physical than expected game. In fact, it was so chippy that the refs didn’t allow the teams to shake hands for fear an altercation would break out.
Tonight’s game was a complete s@&t show. The first period was pretty good until the train derailed with a bad goal. Let me clear by bad goal, I mean a goal that didn’t actually cross the goal line. It hit the front crossbar went up before landing next to Goalielock’s butt.
Unfortunately, that errant goal derailed the game for our boys. After that moment, the refs grew increasingly belligerent and intolerable. It was clear they had a chip on their shoulders after being questioned on the goal. Honestly, it was the worst officiated game I have ever seen.
Our boys literally spent have their game in the box. While some of the calls were legit, most were outright ridiculous. For example, one of our guys would get boarded and we’d get the penalty. Meanwhile, the other team spent 90% of their time on the power play. In fact, outside of the errant goals all of their goals were scored while on the power play. Take the errant goal and power plays out of the picture and you have a much different game.
Post-game the boys, the parents and coaches were extremely upset. To give to an idea of how bad it truly was, consider that parents/coaches of our rivals from Florida felt compelled to speak with the tournament organizers about how bad it was. Another parent that witnessed the game, from another team, was also compelled to speak to the tournament staff about the officiating.
Life isn’t fair, I get that, but it is a long freaking way to travel to get bent over by the refs! Now it’s time for bed, we have a mere 4 games at two different rinks tomorrow. We will be exhausted by the time Monday rolls around. P.S. nobody needs to tell my podiatrist about kicking the boards…..
I did it! I actually made it to a 5:30 am class this morning at Burn. This morning’s class was circuit burn led by Duane as Amanda was off today. Once the class started, I felt pretty good, but it was a hard start for me. Unfortunately, I still need to modify things for the tendonitis, so I lost some of the workout’s voracity today. I have to say that’s the most frustrating thing in all of this. Not only can I not run, but I can’t give my other classes 100%. Now I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right, it’s a short-term struggle to preserve the long-term.
Afterwards I felt alive, accomplished and away, which is highly unusual for me at the 6:00 hour. It was less of a struggle to get the kids out the door and I didn’t need my coffee to feel awake. Well, at least in the morning. The need for my afternoon coffee came a little bit earlier than usual, but that’s to be expected. I’m sure I’ll pass out early tonight with such an early wake up call this morning. Nevertheless, this is definitely a habit I am going to keep.
Consequently, I did notice that Barre was a bit harder or me tonight after having done a circuit class this morning. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m mentally tired or because my body had enough at that point. Clearly, it’s a tbd. Once I figure it out, you can bet I’ll let you know. Additionally, much like in the morning class, I was getting frustrated with my limitations. I need to get over it quickly as getting my tendons healthy and fully functional is my absolute priority.
I’m going to try and make to spin tomorrow morning at 5:30 as it would be the perfect way to start my day. I am logging as many workouts as I can before we leave for the hockey tournament. Unfortunately, I don’t think it will be feasible to workout given the boys’ schedules although I would love to do so. I guess I can make my doctor happy by finally giving it a rest. After all, in a couple of weeks I will get back to undulating in my Zumba class four times a week!
Nonetheless, today was a victory for my 2018 intentions and resolutions. 2018 is all about discipline and living in gratitude. Speaking of which, I’m super excited about being a buddy at the Night To Shine even sponsored by the Tim Tebow foundation. This event is all about giving special needs teens and young adults a chance to enjoy their prom. Additionally, as a buddy we get to serve as a chaperone for the night ensuring they have the time of their life. What could be better than that? As an added bonus, we get to dress up for prom. It’s only been a couple of years (or decades) since I graduated, so it will be fun.
Tonight’s song, in honor of my forthcoming return to Zumba, performed by Celia Cruz is “La Vida Es Un Carnaval.” Celia Cruz is one of my favorite salsa singers. She is an absolute music legend. I hope you enjoy her music as much I as do.
