Dancing around the Home Fires, Flaming 2015 con K-Y® #YoursAndMine

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HolaHolaHola My Beautifuls!!!

Nice & Quiet Way to end 2014

If you've been reading this blog, saben that 2014 found Babushka away from Sweetie weeks and sometimes months, but 2015 will be more time together, making up for lost time. Of course that is good, pero at our ages just missing each other isn't always enough.  Quee?? JU SO FONII!!! Ok si, Cubana al fin, BB's Hot Blooded, and that will never change, however the Menopause Mambo sometimes leaves skid marks on the dance floor. Not good when you're used to the Electric Slide and a waxed surface. Needless to say we were both very happy when Babushka was chosen for this shop- and waltzed right over to our neighborhood Walmart. Though Sweetie did try to maintain some seriousness and decorum.

Our local Walmart

As you well know My Beautifuls, BB usually goes to the product and physically does a "TaDaa" item pose,but not only was the product right next to the pharmacy, the patrons in line were questioning why anyone would want to take a picture of such products. Por la sonrisa, by the smile of Sweetie there was no question as to what products Babushka was taking pictures of. Actualmente, we were lucky to have gotten the K-Y® Yours + Mine pack; it was the last one left. Apparently BB and Sweetie aren't the only ballroom dancers in town. 

Our version of the French Apache Dance with Scarf con Tango overtures

You know the saying, "It Takes Two to Tango". Couples on a romantic date night making their own music, trying something new. His and Hers personal lubrication to make the intimate moments sizzle. Babushka for one is tired of the Menopause Mambo. Look forward to gliding back into the Groove.

Bringing in 2015 con Salsa & Sizzle!!

And you My Beautifuls? 

What do you plan to improve with your partner in the New Year?

Whatever it is, BB hopes it ♫makes you feel like dancing!♪

BB2U

P.S. Of course you don't have to be as obvious as Babushka & Sweetie,

you can order the Date Night Pack discreetly at Walmart.com.

Another great way to start 2015- in January a special Date Night deal that is coming soon! K-Y® Date Night (shipping to store in Jan 2015): $50 value 1 free meal for two people from PEACHDISH.com delivered to your door for an intimate night of cooking together, a $5 VUDU movie credit for you to stream right at home and the pleasure of K-Y® Yours+Mine Couples Lubricants.

For more great ways to improve your relationship in the New Year, visit K-Y.com.

Oldie but a Goody- Day 5 of 30 day blog challenge

No, I'm not talking about BB.  Bueno, Ok, Si, I am but indirectly.  The title of today's post is just to let you know that this is in reality a repost of a post I did last year.  Queee?  JU SO FONII!!!  Of course Babushka hasn't run out of things to write/talk about.  Soy Cubana remember?  I ALWAYS have something to say.  No, this is a breather.  I really partied hearty my Bday month and I will be returning  Up North in The South today, so I figured I'd give us all a breakesito and a good laugh.*  Yes, I did check with the SMCSF and this will count, JUST THIS ONCE, because I'm adding to the prior post, and because they love their Babushka.


Fall Part 2  (originally posted on 12/7/11)

OK, so I continue my discurso on Fall. In case you didn't gather from the last post, this is my favorite time of year. The temperature starts dropping (of course that's up here in North Florida, in Miami? JU SO FONII !!! ), there's pumpkin pie and caramel apples in the grocery stores, the fashions are fabulous, and the holiday lights are beginning to twinkle in the darker crisp nights. Si, yo se, I didn't state the obvious, the reason Fall is called Fall. The leaves, they are a changin' colors and faaalllliiinnnggg, but that's not the only thing that's falling.

Let us go back to fashions shall we? Even though BB adooores fall fashions, I do concede there are possible drawbacks. Last week, BB went to apoyar-support- a performance given by fellow actors of the TWAM- Theater With A Mission troupe, and of course had to look every bit the distinguished diva that she is. The nightime temperatures were going to drop into the low 40's so out came the box of winter clothing and I picked my ensemble. My divine divaness decided on the flowered black fan, my BB headscarf, my black cape, a lime green turtleneck, a black background flowered see through long sleeved shirt, black dress slacks, black tights and black high heeled boots. I should have left the last two items in the box. Apparently the tights and the boots, as well as BB, had aged in the last year and the proof of that would be apparent before the end of the evening.

Now, I did notice the tights were not quite as snug as they should be- at least not in the right places. Oh they were tight enough up to the upper thighs and then it seemed the elastic powers of the poor dears could take no more. They just hung there, mid thigh. Running behind schedule (Cubana remember?) I rationalized that my pants would keep them up, so off my daughter and I went. Arriving at the location, I jump out of the car only to have my smarty 19 year old ask why I'm walking funny. She's sooooo lucky I had my hands in my pockets trying to hold up the tights and couldn't give her a good ::BOPASO::  with my fan...

I quickly found the nearest ladies' room and did what any self respecting nifty, almost 50, diva abuela would do. I undressed, put my granny panties on top of the now midthigh "tights" and put my slacks and boots back on before they became knee highs. If you're female I know you've felt my pain.

Bueno, para no cansarte, we watched the brilliant performance of our actors and in the glow of their well deserved applause they asked the rest of the troupe to join them on stage. A little background info here- my daughter asked why I was going if I wasn't going to be acting. I informed her that BB didn't always have to be the center of attention- to which she laughed/choked. "Mom, you can't help yourself- it's who you are, what you do." And y'all wonder why puberty ::shudder:: has left me shell shocked.

Continuing. I go towards the other actors and finding no steps attempt to climb onto the stage.  Notice I wrote attempt. Between the high heels, the midthighs-almost-knee-highs tights and my age, you can forget about it. My right foot was on the stage, with me trying to get momentum by pushing off the ground repeatedly with the left foot while sputtering "Ahem,hem,hem" to cover any creaks or cries from my joints and bones.

It was not a diva moment.

In all fairness, my 19 year old showed self control. She did not say anything until the ride home. Then the hysterical laughter shook the car windows.

"See? You can't help yourself- it's who you are, what you do."

Babushka Besos a todos. Cuidensen.

*10/2012  BB can laugh about this now.  Hope you did too.

; )

BB2U

Fall Part 2

OK, so I continue my discurso on Fall. In case you didn't gather from the last post, this is my favorite time of year. The temperature starts dropping (of course that's up here in North Florida, in Miami? JU SO FONII !!! ), there's pumpkin pie and caramel apples in the grocery stores, the fashions are fabulous, and the holiday lights are beginning to twinkle in the darker crisp nights. Si, yo se, I didn't state the obvious, the reason Fall is called Fall. The leaves, they are a changin' colors and faaalllliiinnnggg, but that's not the only thing that's falling.

Let us go back to fashions shall we? Even though BB adooores fall fashions, I do concede there are possible drawbacks. Last week, BB went to apoyar-support- a performance given by fellow actors of the TWAM- Theatre With A Mission troupe, and of course had to look every bit the distinguished diva that she is. The nightime temperatures were going to drop into the low 40's so out came the box of winter clothing and I picked my ensemble. My divine divaness decided on the flowered black fan, my BB headscarf, my black cape, a lime green turtleneck, a black background flowered see through long sleeved shirt, black dress slacks, black tights and black high heeled boots. I should have left the last two items in the box. Apparently the tights and the boots, as well as BB, had aged in the last year and the proof of that would be apparent before the end of the evening.

Now, I did notice the tights were not quite as snug as they should be- at least not in the right places. Oh they were tight enough up to the upper thighs and then it seemed the elastic powers of the poor dears could take no more. They just hung there, mid thigh. Running behind schedule (Cubana remember?) I rationalized that my pants would keep them up, so off my daughter and I went. Arriving at the location, I jump out of the car only to have my smarty 19 year old ask why I'm walking funny. She's sooooo lucky I had my hands in my pockets trying to hold up the tights and couldn't give her a good ::BOPASO::  with my fan...

I quickly found the nearest ladies' room and did what any self respecting nifty, almost 50, diva abuela would do. I undressed, put my granny panties on top of the now midthigh "tights" and put my slacks and boots back on before they became knee highs. If you're female I know you've felt my pain.

Bueno, para no cansarte, we watched the brilliant performance of our actors and in the glow of their well deserved applause they asked the rest of the troupe to join them on stage. A little background info here- my daughter asked why I was going if I wasn't going to be acting. I informed her that BB didn't always have to be the center of attention- to which she laughed/choked. "Mom, you can't help yourself- it's who you are, what you do." And y'all wonder why puberty ::shudder:: has left me shell shocked.

Continuing. I go towards the other actors and finding no steps attempt to climb onto the stage. Notice I wrote attempt. Between the high heels, the midthighs-almost-knee-highs tights and my age, you can forget about it. My right foot was on the stage, with me trying to get momentum by pushing off the ground repeatedly with the left foot while sputtering "Ahem,hem,hem" to cover any creaks or cries from my joints and bones.

It was not a diva moment.

In all fairness, my 19 year old showed self control. She did not say anything until the ride home. Then the hysterical laughter shook the car windows.

"See? You can't help yourself- it's who you are, what you do."

Babushka Besos a todos. Cuidensen.

FANATIC

I remember my maternal Grandmother, Mima, using a fan. She looked so exotic and elegant. She was 1/2 Chinese and always straight and ladylike and reminded me of the old time Chinese courts of royalty. But those eyes peering over the fan were filled with Cuban passion, ready to bop you with the fan if you were impertinent. OH, the multi purpose hand fan!

There is a certain aire about women with fans, a mystery to be unraveled. From a time when females were not allowed to publicly share their voices, they created the language of the fan. Between the position of the fan, the speed of fanning and their eyes, women of yore were understood perfectly. And let's not forget the final "he dicho" when that fan is closed curtly. I myself have mastered that one and have passed it on to the following generations- it's so much classier than cursing.

Now, I've always liked the hand held fan, but I must admit my appreciation didn't set in until the last couple of years. Because I got old? JU SO FONII !!! Not really, well, kinda sorta, ok, Si- air conditioning doesn't do much against the inner flames of aging if you know what I mean. Society still doesn't embrace sweat all over a woman's face, so the elegance of a fan evens out the playing field.

Should you think fans are only for cooling, let me bring you into the circle. They are great fashion accessories, mood barometers, and social statements. My trio knows that when the lace fan is out, Babushka's feeling like a lady, but when the plain paper one is pulled out- a correr!! That's my no nonsense,you -best- behave- bopping- on- the- head fan.  ::BOPASO::

My middle of the road- jeans fan

And lastly, but not least, my new favorite-

"Proud to be Cuban, ask me about my heritage" fan

I included the tag on this "only in Miami" fan find. Unfortunately I could find no boxes for my precious loves so BB will start making them herself! ::closing fan curtly::

Hope you've enjoyed this FANtastic tale and join me in the Fellaship of the Fan.

Babushka Besos a todos. Cuidensen.