Hola mis amores ❤
Guess what?!!? IT’S FRIDAY!!!! I am saying this for all of you who either work or are in summer school these days. The weekend is calling your name 🙂
I’ve been spending my entire Friday scrubbing down the house. This casa was starting to look a bit…hmmm, grungy, to say the least.
I find cleaning so therapeutic. Although it’s such a b*tch to get motivated, once I bust out the old-school 1990’s boom box and hook up the iPod to it, it’s like having a mini dance party all by myself. Does anyone else shake their bum while mopping floors?
I woke up on the WRONG side of the bed this morning. I had dreams about people I just wish I could forever somehow lobotomize out of my head, but old memories and people keep on creepin’ back into this brain when I least expect it. Therefore, it was a perfect day to clean, clean, clean (literally and metaphorically).
I realize when I last posted, I was about to go out with the ladies. We went to the movies (yet, again) to see “Get Him to the Greek” (yet, again) because Reggie hadn’t seen it and she really needed to see a good movie. I didn’t complain. I love this movie.
While there, Reggie and I filled our bods with chemicals by drinking giant diet cokes. MMMMmmmmm.
The movie made Regg almost pee her pants, as expected, and then we all went home to call it a night. My stomach was grumbling like mad when I got home so I snacked a bit while watching a little late night TV all by my glorious lonesome.
I can’t remember the last time I bought a box of Triscuits, but these Rosemary suckers were excellent. They were also very salty, but I didn’t care. Who care about bloat when you’re all alone ;). Sexy.
The next morning, I slept in (for the thousandth time already this summer. GLORIOUUUSSS) and when I finally got my butt out of bed, it was time to meet Reggie for a little pool/tan action. I wasn’t very hungry, having had a cracker and hummus binge-fest right before bed, so I had a Clif bar to hold me over until lunch.
The pool was just what the doctor had ordered (Mamacita’s got a mean tan going on these days. Thank you, AZ sun). Reggie and I discussed the fact that the only way to survive living in Tucson during the summer is to completely immerse yourself in cold water for at least 2 hours a day. It’s the only way. Trust me.
After roasting like a turkey tofurky, I hit up the grocery store with Reg to spend more money on food. That’s where all my money goes. To mah bellay.
I got about $100 bucks worth of goodies, and it should hold me over for a while. I also need to stop eating out so much because my bank account has not been happy with me lately. Socializing can be detrimental to my wallet. Meh.
Once back from shopping, I snacked on some goods.
This stuff has a little bit more sugar and a tad higher in kcals than the kombucha I usually drink, but I gave it a shot anyway. I LOVED the blood orange flavor and would most-definitely drink this stuff again. Reggie, on the other hand, hated it and said it reminded her of spoiled milk. Yeah, that’s gross. What a different perception our taste buds have.
Yesterday was a snackface kind of day.
I bought horse carrots 🙂 chomp chomp chomp
Reg also made me an afternoon pick-me-up, which was much-needed at this point because the sun sucks every ounce of energy out of me

iced coffee with vanilla almond milk and a splash of chocolate soy milk. Side of Jillian's awesome abs.
After munching (this was all at casa de Reg), I got back into my car to get my groceries to my house and the most glorious thing happened.
My car didn’t start.
Fabulous.
A few hours later, which included one triple A call, a jump-start for poor baby car, a trip to Checkers for a new battery and installation and way too much money later, I finally got ready to go teach Zumba. Goodbye most of my day to such annoying mishaps :(.
I ate this on the car ride to Zumba
After that iced coffee, I was buzzing the rest of the afternoon. So much so, that I KILLED my Zumba class (these folks are a little bit slower than my other class) and I swear some of them were going to need inhalers by the end of it. A few even sat out for a song or two to rest. Oh well, I gave myself a hell of a work out at least.
I went over to the ‘rents after teaching for dinner. If you’re wondering why I go up there after Zumba so often, it’s because I teach so close to them and am a ravenous beast by the time I’m done teaching and am never one to pass down a home-cooked meal from my mumz. Oh, and seeing my crazy odd family is nice, too ;).
Last night was fish tacos. I ditched the tortillas and just stuck to the fixins.
Was a yummy mess. I had this with a side of water in my designated cup:
Dinner last night was great. Sometimes, a little dose of my family time is just what I need. We were all laughing so hard talking about “mom-isms” and “dad-isms”.
Apparently, on the radio the other day, they had people calling in to tell their personal mom and dad-isms. Things that their parents always say that are so odd or so unique to them. My brother and I mostly just did our parent’s expressions and imitations of them when they get angry or surprised. My Dad is ridic when it comes to expressions. He’s a bit over-the-top sometimes. That’s what makes him unique, though.
We also told embarrassing stories from my childhood, like when in the 4th grade my father chaperoned a trip to San Diego and decided that wearing jamaican rastafarian pajama pants everywhere was the cool thing to do. He still claims they were “in style” to this day. Then, after a fishing trip in San Diego, he proceeded to shout out “Just for the Halibut!!!” on the bus ride home, because, clearly, that is just Huuuuuularious and then all my friends told me that my father had a cussing problem. They didn’t understand the corny joke. Awful.
Needless to say, I will always have such fond memories of my childhood.
After dinner, my Dad and I finished watching the NBA finals together where I proceeded to almost cry when my Celtics lost.
Sad, sad day for me, my friends. I may be closer to LA, but I have some east coast in me at heart, and Kobe is just not my cup of tea.
While watching the game, my Dad and I snacked on these little beauts.
Each cookie is about the size of a quarter. I ate like a handful. Or two. Oops.
I also may or may not have dipped a couple in crunchy peanut butter. I’ll let you decide if I did or not.
This morning I had a simple yogurt mess for brekkie:

blueberry soy yogurt, blueberries, a little bit of leftover high-fiber flake cereal and some sliced almonds.
I’ve been wanting blueberries (or bloobs as some bloggers call them) so bad lately. Maybe I will start to look like her:
Now, I’m off to do the laundry. I feel like such a housewife today without the husband (obvi). My grem child decided to pee all over the floor earlier so it is like I have a disgusting, furry child. I still love him.
Song of the day is a live version of Matt Costa’s brilliant “Miss Magnolia.” Sunny song for a sunny day 🙂
Question of the day: What are your parent’s “-isms”? Any embarrassing childhood stories you’d like to share? I’m all ears 🙂
xoxo
Munching Mamacita
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