Welcome to my blog.  I’ve been told many, many times that I ought to write a book – this is closest I’ll ever come to that.  With that being said, I’ll give you a little insight about me.

In 36 years, I have seen, done, heard, witnessed and been through stuff.  I don’t use that as a pity line, I use that as a punch line.  I don’t mean that I’ve won the Nobel Prize or climbed Everest.  I’m talking typical everyday things…just with a twist.  I’m a Mom. I’m a wife. I’m a sister, daughter, friend and foe.  I’m a worker, a contributor and a volunteer.  I have a high tolerance for pain and a low tolerance for stupidity.  I have a sharp mind and a sharper tongue.  I indulge in things from sarcasm to shoes.  I like to address problems and ask questions until I get answers. 

I live everyday like it’s my last because I’ve had to face my last day.  You see, my claim to fame is that I have a brain tumor.  A sneaky kind.  Not cancerous, non-responsive to radiation, a slow grower invading vital spaces.  It’s my alien.  Somedays, I get reminded that it’s there, most days, it’s business as usual.  I use it as a humorous trump card (I forgot milk at the store…oh sorry, brain tumor.).  I do not use it as a weapon – wallowing in self pity is not my style.  And the alien just amplified my lifelong distaste for those who enjoy that style.  I would never request that someone “walks in my shoes” because this is my life.  I get to chose some, I get to lose some.  The good, the bad and the ugly…it’s all mine.

Please know that this is my page – my opinions, my views and observations, my perogative.  I won’t sugar coat things, I’m not out to set an example and I’m certainly not out to offend people – however, I know that this happens.  I could offer a pre-emptive apology, but that’s just not how I work.  I’ll offer a caution label:

~*~READ AT YOUR OWN RISK~*~