by Karen | Aug 27, 2014 | Being Italian, Blog, Life Lessons, Zumba Stories
As an Italian American, I understand the term “Ginny” or “Guinea” is distasteful. I looked it up on the Urban Dictionary and is it described as a very unpleasant term. P.S. do NOT read the Urban Dictionary. Holy Cow. It would make Webster... by Karen | Jun 3, 2014 | Blog
I have refrained from posting for some time now. I have struggled with topics that go nowhere or the ranting of a crazy menopausal woman. I am unsure, even now, why and what I am writing. I will tell you that I have been hit with the are you kidding me? stick. I... by Karen | Aug 18, 2013 | Blog, Zumba Stories
Picture a beautiful, upstate New York Saturday afternoon. A pool, a deck and an iPod with about 5 hours of Zumba music. Right there, you have the mixings for a perfect Zumba Ladies afternoon. The margaritas and taco dip are just a bonus. Yesterday, Judi hosted our... by Karen | May 13, 2013 | Blog, Zumba Stories
I miss you but going to class tonight–That was a mistake. I thought after almost a month waiting for these ribs to heal, I could return to about 50% capacity and take Laurie’s Zumba class. Nope. Oh, how I missed you Suavemente, besame. I needed a fix... by Karen | May 1, 2013 | Being Me, Blog
I am unsure how this actually happened…Contrary to speculation. I find myself with two broken ribs and I do not know how it happened. Really. As you may remember about 10 days ago I husband-napped Chip and we spend a get-a-way on Skaneateles Lake. Wonderful...