soooo. I haven’t sat down a wrote in a while.. guess I’ll tell y’all about my weekend..
Started off at the gym with Spin class. Boy when I tell you my instructor was not playing that morning. I basically did about 5 Beyoncé dance routine on that bike. My knee, thighs and butt was on fire after that 45 minute class. After that intense workout we did family time in the pool. Some times it make me wonder why do folks live in Florida, which is surrounded my water and don’t know how to swim. Any who, the kids loved it.. gave them a chance to make new friend and cool down.
After the gym we headed over to my mom house to chill out and shoot the breeze.. Well that what I planned on doing. We ended up having a full fledge dance off! We started in the 80’s and worked our way up.
It nothing like some good ol’ Miami Base!.
Saturday night was epic!.. It didn’t start off the way i wanted but it ended quite well, That’s pretty much all I’m gonna say about that (smile)
Sunday was super breezy.. church family time.. and of course i made dinner and dessert. I really enjoy cooking. I like how cooking brings families together.
ON my trip to Puerto Rico to celebrate my 30th birthday.. I trekked to the Bacardi Rum Factory. I ended up arriving at 9:00 am.. forgetting that my tour started at 11:30. So I sat a round and took some pictures of the grounds and of the museum. At 11:00 one of the bartenders told me to check out the new restaurant that was recently added to the factory. When I walked in I immediately fell in love!
The decor had a caribbean/ African feel to it.
I placed my order and decided to walk a round, and boy was i in for a treat.
I stumbled upon this writing on the walk.
This plaque goes on to talk about a house servant named Georgina, who was the wet-nurse and care taker of Don Facundo Bacardi 6 kids. Long story short.. Don was about to get indicted because of is business ties with some unsavory character. So Don wrote letters to the crime bosses and the recipes of the rum and was about to mail them and word got out that the chief of police was on the way to search the home. If Don was caught with the letters he would be good as dead. So Georgina said you trust me with your kids, trust me with the letter, I will keep them safe. So one of the kids suggested that she hide the letters under her hat, but there was too many. So Georgina stuck the rum recipes and letters in her bosoms and held the baby close to her and started walking away from the hose just as the police arrived. If it wasn’t for smuggling the letters out.. There would be no Bacardi as we know it.
So it a running joke with one of my coworkers in Miami. Cathy says: “Dominique you are the best! How came I ever repay you?” I say..”pay me in Trident Layers!” Lol.. Ths interoffice truly made my day.. Now I don’t have to bum gum from Betty for at least a week..lol Thanks Cathy.. you are the best!!
So on Sunday, a friend of mine named Clarence invited me to a round table discussion on a host of topics. Ranging from the 80/20 rule. Light vs Dark etc. All i can say was it was love!. The first part of this series we discussed the Hummer vs Ferrari topic. Take a look at the podcast and tell me what you think.. ohh.. thats me in the black and the big hair..lol
So I decided to hope in the Travan (truck/van) I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go.. I knew I wanted to complete something from my 30by 30 list. but it was getting late in the day. So I hopped on I-4 to go to Sugarloaf Mountain, and I saw a sign for “U-pick “blueberries.
Blueberry Hill Farm is a certified organic and conventional farm, and it’s very beautiful. The owner and family makes honey, herbs and other neat items. here are a few pics of me and the family.
This was a very nice trip.. and I even got to see a fruit I never saw before call Buddha’s fingers
I don’t know where to start.. I got home from church and became immediately pissed off. My neighbor keeps parking in my spot.. and on top of that her friend parked in the other spot. I was LIVID.
I finally knocked on her door and told her and the 90yr old lady street was shouting ‘that’s right!she know she’s wrong!”
I went into the house but I could calm down, so I went across the street to my 90something year old neighbor house we began to talk.
She start giving me an ear full. and She call my next door neighbor a harlot jezabel..etc I couldn’t to nothing but laugh.
Then she went on to tell me her life story. She tickled me pink taking about how she moved down here from Georgia and she use to be called a Miss Georgia Peach and how she made moonshine from pears and peaches.
She reminds me so much of my late grandma. Me and my grandma would sit out all time of night and talk.. talk about everything.. and nothing. That’s exactly what me and miss Georgia Peach did tonight . we talked for 2 hours about the mafia.. possums.. cigars.. pole beans and everything else.. she even told me her 14 year old dog got in a fight and killed a Fox!..lol and she curses!
that’s the icing on the cake. I love me a cussing grandma! (weird I know lol)
But she tells it like it is!. I’m going to make it my business to talk with her at least once a week.
So the 5k went well. I finished under an hour! I was so nervous,but thanks God for me support team.. and the president of the company was even waiting for me at the finish line! here are a few snap shots of the weekend.. I Will tell more after I recover.. because a lady thighs and calves are still on fire.