I went to Boston this past weekend for some rueda dancing.  If you were part of my group, you’d already know that wherever we go, we have a good time.  We’re always the loudest, laughing the most, and probably the most annoying too.  We got to dance some bachata rueda… some real rueda… some salsa… and we got to take incriminating photos of a bunch of people.  Us women were safe though! Whew!  One thing I gotta say is how great my friends are.  This is my first “group” of friends. At least since maybe high school.  No one really gets that mad about being picked on… they laugh easily… they dance great… and we are all in agreement that we are the coolest rueda dancers in the USA.  Seriously. Fine, don’t believe me then but its true. 

1. Why does she insist on deleting everything?  If she can’t stand behind what she writes, then, why should she have any credibility at all. Oh, that’s right, she doesn’t.  You can go <a href=”http://www.mopie.com/blog/2006/11/mamastop.html”>here</a> and read what she wrote.
2. Sweetney wouldn’t be caught dead in a bikini. At least I hope not.  That’s why it bugs her that Kirstie went on Oprah and showed off her delicious body. That’s right. I wrote it. Delicious.   She is thick in a good way and I thought she was beautiful.  But then Sweetney is a white woman, right?  Us white women are told repeatedly that we need to be a size 2 to look good.  Good Luck Sweetney.
3. All you Sweetney fans – booooooo…. how dare someone who claims to be for the empowering of women bash another woman like this.   

I went to go see Carlos Mencia last Sunday and I thought he was great. Cheese-man tried to get me down by throwing some trash-talking my way but I don’t care. If I laugh, its funny. Period. And I laughed. He had one woman on as a warm up and her first name is just different enough that I can’t remember it. But she made me cry. I loved her. And to top it all off, I got to give Carlos a hug and make him apologize to me for my husband calling me “Dee dee dee” all the time. If you have no clue what that means, watch Carlos. I’m not gonna explain it to you. And really, the most important thing is, he is really cute in person. Super cute.

Halloween was a blast this year.  It was my son’s first time out trick-or-treating.  He couldn’t say a word or anything and refused to say ‘gracias’ but, he still held his hand out for candy.  At first he was happy to hang out in the wagon but then wanted to run around and then when he found out he could get candy (or anything), he was at the door with his sister.  At least when he could keep up.  He held onto one “fun size” snickers for almost the whole time.  Needless to say, it was fairly icky by the time we got home.  He finally handed it over.  I decided to not wear my costume out trick-or-treating.  It woulda been a bit chilly.  But we woulda looked cool going as the Super Family.  My daughter was Super Girl and looked so cute.  Unfortunately, there was one other Super Girl but that’s it.  Unlike the million of princesses around.  We came home, took out the candy she didn’t want, and put it back out for other kids.  So we do not have too much left – unlike those parents who use their kids for candy. (ahem).  I can’t eat it and will do my best to stay away from them.  And what’s with not giving Nerds this year?  Sheesh.  Although they are my weakness….