How does one go from a loving embrace to wanting to throat punch someone within a few hours?

Be married to my husband.

He’s a good man, a hard worker, a great friend, BUT if he doesn’t drop the bass from his voice when speaking to me soon, he’s going to be no more.

We have been married for almost 13 years, and we’ve been a couple for 15. Ups and downs like any healthy relationship (with a few misdeeds on both of our parts). We have two beautiful, if not conscientious children.

We have different parenting styles. I prefer to nip the behavior(s) in the bud, while he has an “I’m laid back until you annoy me to the point of exploding” approach. Homework in our house is a Sisyphean effort. I tackle the reading, writing, social studies, and projects. He warily approaches fifth grade math. It may seem like an unfair division, but as I’ve said before….many, many times….I don’t math.

The problem with this is simple. The mister works all day, and gets home usually between 6 and 7 p.m. He works in a field where he’s surrounded by whiners all day, so to come home and be bombarded with questions about fractions, decimals, and why the hell any of this is important can be a tad overwhelming to him. This in no way gives him permission to come at me like a spider monkey when I suggest the Prince take his questions to his teacher tomorrow, seeing as how the mister can’t seem to answer a question without a condescending tone. I get it. The boy is a bit of an asshole. He puts off work until the last minute, then expects to be saved. He comes by it naturally. Both his father and I do the same. Damn. Thing.

This has been therapeutic. My pimp hand isn’t twitching half as bad. Now to go listen to some Drowning Pool…


Day 17: Something You’re Proud Of..


“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”


There is absolutely nothing in this world that I’ve done, that somebody else couldn’t have done better. I have actually learned my lesson in this life. It never fails, whenever I feel like I have done something outstanding, and brag about it……karma rears her ugly head, and bites me on the ass.

I am, however, very thankful. I am thankful that my children are growing up to be their own people. I am very grateful that my family (what little is left of it) all love me.  I’m thankful that my husband has stuck by me, even in my darkest hours.

Pride has gotten in the way of a lot of things in our marriage. Luckily, we have decided to keep trying.  Some people who have heard little snippets of what goes on may think that our relationship is unhealthy, but they need to understand that what they hear is usually one side of the story.  We have a love story that is in no way perfect, but it’s ours 🙂

Day 12: 5 Guys whom you find attractive


Oh gosh! There are way more than 5, that’s for sure! I am an overweight, stay at home mom, so my fantasy world is extensive. Let’s see if I can narrow it down.


1. Jensen Ackles – I don’t know if it’s his looks or his voice, but that supernatural investigator is pretty damn yummy!


2. Mike Ness – Umm…..tattooed, singer, plays guitar, and wears eyeliner. Still hot after 50!!



3. Ryan Gosling – Abs. Nuff said.



4. Adam Rodriguez – I can’t leave out my spicy latino men! I’ve crushed on this one since CSI: Miami. He’s a good actor, and his smile is mesmerizing.



5.  My husband – of course. Why would I marry someone I didn’t find attractive?!? He’s been through thick and thin with me, and for some reason, he sticks around and still loves me 🙂


This is the story of a girl…


My first attempt at a blog was actually a means to communicate my fear of cancer and all that it entailed. It was fairly decent. I had some good feedback. Then I was “cured”.  I am currently a year and a half cancer free, and still fearful every day. Hopefully, this blog will prove to be as therapeutic as my Caring Bridge posts were. (I will post those periodically for those who don’t know my journey).

Along the way, I will be documenting all of the funny, crazy, ridiculous, and torturous things my children/husband do and say on a daily basis.  My children are my world, and they have my sense of humor, so when they aren’t making me pull my newly grown hair out, they are making me crack up. I can say that you will have the same reaction, dear reader, but unless you have a very dark sense of humor with a twist of sarcasm and a pinch of saltiness, I might be lying.

All names will be changed to protect the “innocent”, but I assure my friends there will be enough clues for you to figure out when I am talking about you.  A little background on my little family: my husband and I have been married since April 2002; our son was born December 2003; and our daughter was born April 2007.  For reference purposes, my husband will be referred to as “the mister” (or jerkface when he is being mean), my son is “the prince”, and my daughter is “the princess”.  I used to call them the boy and the girl until a friend called me on it, lol.  We are a slightly mixed family, as my husband is Hispanic and I am half. Neither of us know conversational Spanish, but we do know the bad words.  You will see some of these words peppered throughout this blog, and I will try to translate to the best of my ability.  If I don’t, remember, Google is your friend.