No more babies…but I do have an update

 ​Well hey y'all…it’s been a hot minute. 

Life hasn’t been as crazy as it used to be when I had 2 toddlers shitting, crying and demolishing my house, but it’s been sweet, and crazy and amazing in all the ways I wasn’t expecting. 

Currently we have a house full of young adults and teenagers.  Big red is 23 (and not red at all) and the terrorists are 13 and 14 now. 

 

I may be in the minority but I’ll take these lunatics over toddlers ANY day!  No one has shit their pants in at least 10 years. Everyone can pack AND carry their own suitcases on vacation and most of the time no one even cries on a roadtrip! 

I still say fuck far too often and Derek is still a saint and puts up with all of my nonsense. 

So much has changed and so much is still the same. 

I didn’t intend on taking a break from the blog, but as the years crept by the kids grew up and the ridiculousness of life with toddlers faded into memories.  

Our lives are still filled with laughter and absurdity, but it’s tempered with a blur of sports schedules and sleepovers (and some ansshole always screaming 6-7). Not a whole hell of a lot to put in a blog really. 

Here and there I’ve thought about updating this thing and but every time I open It up I realize sports schedules and pick up lines just aren’t that funny or entertaining.  So it sits….

I guess the universe thought I needed some excitement and something new to blog about so I went ahead and got myself a little case of cancer.  

My sister was listening to one of my newest updates and said I should dust off the blog, so I guess that’s what I’m gonna do.  

We’ll see if it lasts…I don’t want cancer to be my new personality, but maybe it’ll be good to keep a record of the newest shit show. 

True to my crazy family this new development has actually given us some great laughs and maybe some stories worth sharing. 

Buckle up y'all!  I’m getting my tits chopped off and y'all are coming along for the ride! 

I’ll get into the whole story next blog but heres a little peek and the quick and dirty version: 

I found out a week or so before Christmas that I have breast cancer. Early stage invasive ductal carcinoma for any terminology nerds. I’ll preface this by saying that my type of cancer is easily treatable and I’m very lucky in the whole grand scheme of cancer (I mean It could be ass cancer or something way worse) 

Anyway, this brings me to the funny.  If I have to deal with this bullshit I’m also gonna get the perks. 

So, I told the kids before Christmas about the cancer and promptly started using the line “I can’t do that…I have Cancer” (works like a charm when I don’t want to do the dishes or take the trash out) 

Well, as I’m sitting down wrapping the 900th present at 9pm (which I should specify was some fucked up shaped bag of something that I don’t even remember ordering in the first place) I realized I have the best excuse ever to NOT to do this shit…CANCER!

I put away the wrapping paper and got a pen and wrote the following on this stupid shaped present.

 

“Dear Jax, Sorry I didn’t get around to wrapping this.  I have cancer. Love Mom” (don’t clutch your pearls…he laughed, we laughed…he still got the gift.  It’s fine!!)

And this is how we entered the new year….happy 2026 everyone!  

I may or may not keep this updated.  If it’s funny enough to share or makes for good reading I’ll try to stick with it, but if I don’t, I probably just lost interest…I’m more than likely not dead.