I Release Butterflies…. What’s Your Super Power?

I release butterflies… What’s your super power?


Relaxing outside with MSP (Mr. Sexy Pants aka my husband for those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook) after he comes home from work is one of my favorite things to do.  We have coffee by the pool, listening to the waterfall and the birds singing, and watch the dogs run around chasing squirrels as we catch up on each others day.  It’s a quiet, peaceful part of our routine that allows us to reconnect after 8 hours apart.

Eight hours, huh?  You laugh, but those who really know us also know that we are happiest together, and after 25 years of marriage, eight hours apart is still the worst part of each others days.


It’s in these times that my “Super Power” comes in handy.  My husband calls it “Releasing Butterflies”.  My ability to release the happiness inside of me to uplift him, and negate the bad energies that the stress of his life has brought upon him.  My daughter says that I am the most annoying person in the world because I’m too happy all of the time.  I’ll take that.  There’s too much sadness in the world.


My natural state is to be happy.  Glass always half full, look on the bright side, no dark clouds here…. But, I also have so many other things that keep me that way.  Things that, should I have a bad day, are always there to bring me back up.


#1 I’m married to the love of my life, who also happens to be my best friend

#2 He tells, and shows me that one of his major goals in life is to make sure I’m happy… everyday

#3 He loves me in words, and actions…… always seeming to love me more today than he did yesterday

#4 He listens to me… really listens to me.  Phone/tablet/computer down…. looking me right in the eye listens to me when I need him to

#5 He makes me laugh.  Belly laugh

#6  He puts our family, our pod, myself and our daughter, US above everything else.  We are his priority

I could go on and on, but if you really look at it, really pay attention to what’s going on in Paradise, you will come to the same conclusion that I have.  My Love is the one who gave me these “butterflies” almost 26 years ago, and when your heart is as full as mine is, like a balloon with too much air, the butterflies have to go somewhere!






FU&K Cancer! I couldn’t save my mom, but maybe I can help save yours.

Fu&k Cancer!  I couldn’t save my mom, but maybe I can help save yours

Mother’s Day is this Sunday May 8th.  This is my 9th Mother’s Day without my mom.  This is my 9th EVERYTHING without my mom.  This September 29th she will have been gone for 10 years.

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This year I am honoring my mother, and joining the fight against brain cancer by participating in the Head for the Cure 5k in San Antonio, TX on Saturday September 24, 2016.

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Head for the Cure is dedicated to raising funds and awareness for brain cancer research.  I lost my mother to an aggressive metastatic brain tumor in 2006, and raising funds and awareness for brain cancer research may just help save someone else’s mother.

For momma I am calling my team “Team Susan Sundy”  I want everyone to hear her name, see her name, and know that she may be gone, but she is far from forgotten.  That one day some brilliant researcher will find a cure for what took her, and that eventually no one will have to see what I have seen…. Lost what I, and so many others, have lost.


Each year, over 200,000 people in the United States are diagnosed with a primary or a metastatic brain tumor.  More than 120 types of brain tumors exist, making effective treatment complicated.

Head for the Cure works to inspire hope for the community of brain cancer patients, their friends, families, caregivers, and other supporters by celebrating their courage, spirit, and energy.

If you would like to walk with me click HERE to join my team.  If you cannot walk with me, but would like to make a donation to Head to the Cure through my team page that would be amazing as well.  If the link is not working for you, here is the URL  http://events.headforthecure.org/site/TR?px=1130021&pg=personal&fr_id=1347&et=osxBTB_rhxAqRZsgyzBXxw&s_tafId=3724

I end this blog by giving my 9th annual Mother’s Day plea.

If your mom is still alive…..

PLEASE call her, go see her, communicate with her in any way that you can.  I would give anything if I could.

PLEASE do not let previous arguments, disagreements, or annoyances stop you from reaching out to her.

PLEASE hug her, tell her you love her, and spend as much time with her as you can.

PLEASE do not take for granted what I would give everything- do anything for.

Happy Mother’s Day my friends.




The glamorous life of a House Cat. I’m in hell, but I love it!

The glamorous life of a House Cat.  I’m in hell, but I love it.

I live with 7 little maniacs that try to kill me on a daily basis.  Five cats, and two dogs whose main goal in life is to poison me with hair, or throw me down a flight of stairs. 




Sleep, what the hell is that?  Between the dogs wanting to go potty in the middle of the night, or wanting to sleep with us- farting all night trying to suffocate me, or the ever loving cats singing the song of their people at the bedroom door, I haven’t slept a full night in years.

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On any given day I clean up at least 5 piles of poop, yak, or mystery balls-o-stuff.  Thank God I have a strong stomach.  The 5 gallon Home Depot bucket is my friend as I fight through my day just trying to clean up the mess.  It’s like Easter everyday as I hunt for the yuk they have left me.  I know it’s somewhere, I can hear them doing it…..  It’s a freaking game, I have to find it before someone sits in it.


Both dogs bum rush me any time I get near a door.  Garage door, back door, laundry room door…. It doesn’t matter where the damn door is going to…..   Where the hell are they going?  What the crap is so exciting 20 times a day??? I have had my legs knocked out from under me and my knees buckled simply by trying to go to the backyard. I’ve been tossed down the stairs landing gracefully on my ass because someone outside walked by the front door, and they have to go bark their faces off.  I’ve been knocked down and stuffed under my truck just by letting them out at the park.  Two 70+ pound dogs versus me, I lose every time.

Then you have the sneaky, crafty cats.  These little shits hide on stairs to trip me, bolt around corners to trip me, swipe at my arms and legs as I walk by, and throw up on every flat surface in the house.  That’s just the first hour I’m awake everyday.  Again, the damn doors.  Why do they try and escape all the time?  Who else is going to feed them Special Kitty food everyday?  Who else is going to leave full glasses of ice water all over the house so they won’t try and drink out of the toilets?  Where the hell are they planning to go? 

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Back to the dogs.  Chew bones, and pieces of toys have destroyed multiple vacuums, while the hair.  My God the hair.  How are they not bald? 

Why did I buy a house with white ceramic tile floors in it?  Cleaning the floors is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos.  Completely pointless.  I could make money stuffing pillows with all of the damn hair I sweep up.  Don’t get me started on the cat hair……


I haven’t eaten a meal, or drank a beverage in 9 years that didn’t have hair in it.  Not even possible.  It’s everywhere.  Floors, counters, furniture, sinks, clothes, beds, every-freaking-where.  Ever see a dandelion come apart in the wind….  Yup, brush my cats and that’s what the whole house looks like.  I need a hazmat suit and 2 allergy pills just to survive.  Again, pillows.  I could do it.


You know what else.  I love every freaking minute of the hell they put me through.  I chase them, I tickle them, I hug them as they struggle to get away, I cuddle with them on the floor, the bed, the furniture….. I spoil them rotten, and every day when I sit down they converge on me and surround me with 14 little eyes telling me they love me…… and they’re hungry.




LASIK eye surgery. Third times a charm….. Right?



I have been wearing corrective lenses, glasses or contacts, for 42 years.  At two years old I rocked the huge coke bottle glasses that had to be held on with a strap because I was too little to keep them on.  As a teen, technology had evolved just far enough so that my lenses could be half the thickness, and not magnifying the size of my eyes when you looked at me.  Remember the huge owl eyes that people had with those thick glasses?  Yeah, sigh, I do.


At 21 years old I was amazed when my eye doctor finally said that they made contacts for people who had vision as horrible as mine.  Astigmatism, far sighted…… It was glorious.  The weight of the glasses off of my nose and face was worth dealing with dry eyes, shifting lenses, trying to find them to put them in….  So worth it after 19 years of glasses.


Then 6 or 7 years later LASIK was offered to the four eyed masses.  How exciting, right?  Wrong.  The first LASIK doctor I went to said that the technology of the day was not good enough, developed enough, to correct my horrible vision or astigmatism.  I was crushed, but just like I waited for contacts, I would wait for LASIK to catch up with me.

2006 found me in Dallas, Texas and I decided to try LASIK again. It had been another 6 years or so….. come on technology.  🙂  It seems that 2006 was my lucky year!


I had LASIK performed with a 20/20 guarantee on one eye, and no guarantee on the other.  I always knew one eye was better than the other, so this made sense to me.  I was in and out in an hour, driving myself back in the doctors office 24 hours later for a check up, and happy to announce to anyone who would listen that I now had SUPER HD VISION!!!  I swear I could pick out and focus on a blade of grass 100 feet away.  I just knew that this is what Superman felt like.  It was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me in my life.  I was finally free.

Then 7-8 months later I couldn’t see that blade of grass anymore, so I went back in and did the whole process again.  A touch-up they called it.  No guarantee on one of my eyes, remember?  Well, LASKIK 2.0 lasted for about another year, year and a half tops.  I knew it was degrading, but to my surprise I didn’t know how bad until I went in to renew my driver’s license and failed the eye test at the desk.  Hello eye doctor, hello glasses…… again.


Interesting survey below.


I was one of the 45% who had a side effect.  Halo’s of light around light sources (street lamps, traffic lights, outdoor signs,  and especially headlights) when I was in the dark.  I was also part of the 12% who went in for a second surgery, and the 59% that do not have any regrets.  Well, other than it only worked for me for about 2 years.  $5,000 is a lot of money to only last me 2 years.  That brings me to today.

I’m going back in my friends.  I have to try again, right?  The allure of getting rid of these glasses forever is just too strong.

UPDATE:  Just back from the South Texas Eye Institute where I spent 2 wonderful hours being tested by multiple machines, and seen by the awesome Dr. Lisa Marten, MD.  Apparently it’s not advisable to have a 3rd LASIK surgery, but I still have options.  One option being Crystalens.  Crystalens is a permanent replacement lens that you normally think of for patients with cataracts.  These lenses would be surgically implanted into my eyes, think permanent contacts.  While I do not have cataracts, I do meet enough criteria that this may be a workable solution.   For now I have a lot of research to do, another appointment to go to, and an insurance company to deal with.  More details to come.

Have any questions let me know.