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I haven't posted in an eternity. I thorry. It's not because I've been busy it's just because I lack interest. When I feel the umph I don't have the time nor the energy to get this party started.

My baby will be 3. THREE! TRES! WTF?! Where did time go? He's crazier than ever. It's true what they say about boys. We didn't go through any terrible 2's. The crazy ass 3's are starting. He's a pain in the arse. He has the best personality. Like his mom. Okay no but seriously he does have a great personality. He knows how to laugh at himself when he knows he's being silly. He's bilingual. (I'm trying to write right this second and was just interrupted. see I'm not just making excuses. How would these people make it if I didn't exist? I hope the magnet falls off my ass soon.) Sorry lost my train of thought. Point is my kid is great. When he's sleeping and occasionally when he's awake. I joke. He's great and his smile lights up my world.

I joined Weight Watchers in June. I've lost slowly but I've lost. I don't want to give up the only thing that makes me happy. Liquor. I feel better.

In October will be 5 years that Alfonso and I decided to join our hands in holy matrimony. 5 years! Damnnnnnnn! I don't know how I've done it. Seriously. I don't know how he's done it. My patient lover! We've decided that we want to renew our vows. Some people think it's too soon. I say hey man. I love this fellar and he loves me. We've been married for almost 5 and together for 12. In just the 5 years we've loved, lost, sacrificed and learned the meaning of unconditional love. We've miscarried. We've suffered illnesses (minor) and are still attracted to each other after all we've seen. ;-) We've had a child and learned what it means to love endlessly. We've struggled and triumphed financially. Most of all we've had each other and loved each other through all of it.

I see that our petty fights over what fast food place we're going to stop at or why he's always gotta be falling asleep everywhere are just that. Petty. I admit it. It's admitting you're wrong and being able to say you're sorry. It's being honest even when it hurts. It's loving each other even when your gas is so bad you can clear out a neighborhood block. It's him taking care of me after my c-section. Being comfortable with him and knowing that no matter what he sees he's still going to think his wife is the hottest chick on the planet. It's looking at him and saying "Damn. You're all mine sucka!". It's seeing the look in his eye when our son does something extraordinary. It's seeing his facial expression when he's proud of me. It's the butterflies I still get when I know it's time to come home and he's going to be here waiting for me. It's looking at each other with tears in your eyes and silence. No words need to be said because you already know what the other is thinking.

I don't need 10, 15, 25 or 50 years to tell me what I know now. I love this man and he loves me. I'd marry him time and time again.