Already done the "Un-thinkable"...

*sigh*
Monica

Mi corazon

I'd like to introduce mi corazon. My nephew was born on May 17, 2010 at 2:30 am. He already has my heart in his little hand.

Smile of the week!

Unconditional Love!!

Besos,
Monica

July 13, 2007

This is probably one of the most difficult blog posts I will ever have to write.

On July 13, 2007 I woke up excited. Mi esposo and I were going to a Def Leppard concert with two of our close friends. I had always wanted to see them in concert. I'm a HUGE fan of 80's hair bands. That morning I woke up and got out of bed. I fell on the floor when I tried to stand. I got up and tried to take a step and fell again. Strange. My legs felt like jelly. I called to mi hija and mi esposo. We all thought is was funny and that I would be fine shortly.

I wasn't fine. After a few minutes we all knew something was terribly wrong. I had lost the ability to walk over night. Mi esposo rushed me to the ER. The staff ran several tests and discovered my CED rate was almost 200 (that's really bad, it's supposed to be around 20). All my blood work was off. I was admitted, given all sorts of medical exams and more testing. After a week I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder called Undefined Connective Tissue Disease, UCTD.

UCTD happens when your immune system attacks your connective tissue. In my case it attacked the muscles in my legs. I suffered severe atrophy of those muscles and had to take lots of Prednisone (a steroid), pain medications, and Plaquenil (to calm my immune system).

This is a disease that cannot be cured. In my case it was brought on by extreme stress. I'll briefly explain what was going on during the middle of my 2006-2007 school year.

In January of 2007 I was verbally and physically assaulted by someone I work with on a regular basis. He accused me of something I did NOT do and hurt me at work. I told my principal at the time, who has since been fired for misappropriation of school funds, and she took a full report. Nothing was done. It was my word against his best friend, the woman he was sleeping with and of course his version.

I was told by the administration not to go to the police or I would lose my job. I am the only health insurance carrier for my family. I had no choice. I needed my job, so I 'sucked' it up and continued to work with this person. It was a nightmare. I was always waiting for something else to happen (I still am). I had to talk mi padre and mi esposo down on a weekly basis from taking any sort of action against him.

Fast forward to the present. I still have UCTD. It affects every part of my body and was partially to blame for the cardiac event I suffered on Tuesday. I have to use crutches on a semi-regular basis and take 8 pills a day to keep me going. I have a permanent handicapped placard on my rear view mirror. I'm still here though. I'm still trying to smile and be my old self.

Taking one hour at a time,
Monica

In My Mind...

(hmmmmmmmm...)
Imagine seeing him on the town holding another hand.
She's staring me down so I figure that he told her who I am
But it don't matter either way
what they do or say
'cause ain't nothin' changed
he's standin with her
but his soul is callin' out my name.

In my mind, I'll always be his lady.
In my mind, I'll always be his girl.

Saw his momma just the other day
said he'd been through a spell (well, well)
had a bad breakup
thinks he's on his way up
it's hard to tell

She said i think it'd do some good
if you call him every now and then
you see he's been through some things and
I'm thinking he could really use a friend

Chorus:
In my mind I'll always be his lady. (I'll always be)
In my mind I'll always be his girl.
Only time will tell if I'm his lady ( Only time )
But in my mind I'll always be his girl.

They say if you love something
you've got to let it go (Oh----)
and if it comes back
then it means so much more.
but if it never does
at least you will know (Oh--)
that it was something you had to go through to grow

chorus:
In my mind (in my mind) I'll always be his lady.
In my mind I'll always be his girl.
(I don't care what nobody else says)
Only time will tell if I'm his lady.
(ohh yes it will yes it will)
But in my mind i'll always be his girl.
I'll always feel this way about you.
I'll always be your lady!
In my heart(in my mind)
In my heart(in my mind)
In my soul (in my mind)
baby you should know
you're in my thoughts (in my mind)
you're in my prayers (in my mind)
I'll always (in my mind) keep you there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah -----
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah----, yeah, yeah -----

*Words and Lyrics by Heather Headley

Estoy bien,
Monica

I Hope You Dance

**Update 11-18-13 I want this song played at my funeral.

Dancing,
Monica

Smile of the week!

Dogs are truly our best friends.

Kate I. Gosselin...

Those of you who follow me on Twitter know exactly how I feel about the infamous star of "Jon and Kate Plus 8". This used to be my favorite show until I started noticing a pattern, Kate being a complete bitch. Everything that woman does angers me. Making matters worse, she is now on one of the best reality shows, "Dancing with the Stars". If you don't know who she is, look for the only woman that walks around to the music instead of dancing to it.

One of the most awesome anti-Kate blogs is gosselinswithoutpity.blogspot.com A key contributing member of that blog is GoPoshGo. She constructed a perfect post. Here it is:

I honestly didn't think it was possible, but Kate has actually sunk to a new low tonight: Blaming her crappy performance on the fact that "8 little friends" came to visit her in CA. WTF????? They were there on Saturday -- so what's her excuse for not practicing most of last week, when the "8" were still here in PA???? Let's not forget, she didn't return to PA this week, so she theoretically had PLENTY of time for practice in LA.

What's more, as the parent with primary custody, *Kate* had to give the nannies permission to drag those 8 friends across the country. No doubt it was to film useless footage for Twisted Kate, but this was all Kate’s doing -- funny how yet again she turns it around (for the cameras) into something that "happened to her."

The real reason her performance stunk to high heaven tonight: Leno, Seacrest, book signings, Disneyland (filmed by TLC no doubt), etc. etc. Her Highness was too busy promoting herself and her piece of crap book to be bothered with rehearsals for this week's dance -- and BOY, did it show!

I'm so over Kate and the Sheeple excusing her horrendously horrendous dancing due to the fact that "she's not a dancer." No, the truth is that Kate is not a "worker." She's simply an entitled, lazy bitch. She's putting in less than minimal effort -- no doubt because she's been guaranteed so many weeks on the show. Instead of seriously rehearsing like the other dancers, she's focusing on her usual fame-whoring -- appearing on any media outlet that will air her facade of the suffering, single mom with the dead-beat ex-husband [as an aside, when will ONE of these loser "journalists" point out the fact that Jon IS paying over $20,000/month in child support???].

And can anyone explain how that cotton-candy-quilt-of-a-dress had ANYTHING to do with the Breakfast Club?

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Voting my fingers numb,
Monica

Modern Family

Modern Family is one of the best sitcoms I have ever seen. Each episode is hilarious and a guaranteed way to brighten your Wednesday night. ABC has struck comic gold!!

Enjoy,
Monica

Smile of the week!

Happy Easter...Feliz Pascua

This is one of the funniest videos I have seen on YouTube in a while. This little guy is going to hate this video when he's a teenager. Watch and enjoy!



Besos,
Monica

The Biker

THE BIKER*

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family.

But, you didn't see me.

Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.

EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY – LIVE TO RIDE . . . RIDE TO LIVE 

 re-posted from Monica See

**My Father-in-Law is a biker. Please be careful out there!

Amor,
Monica