About Us - Married couple podcasting with comedy & big laughs about life.

When two worlds collide, there are always people standing in the shadows to see what will happen next. For us, we were the definition of two different worlds! He was from New York City, and I was from the deep south—Georgia. You can only imagine the comedy to be made here with a storyline like ours. Not only did we live in two different parts of the United States, but we also were culturally different. His family is Colombian. They celebrate all aspects of their Hispanic heritage with the foods, holidays, songs, and family values. Meanwhile, my family is a typical southern family who celebrates the full realm of what it means to be a southerner in aspects of our food (mostly fried), holidays with lots of fireworks, songs ranging from the top twenty country, pop, and southern rock, of course, with a deep well of gospel songs from Sunday morning church.  Ironically, as we compared stories from our childhoods, we learned that we were not as different as we would have assumed. We shared strong family values instilled in us from our parents. We had a tremendous love of family, music, and travel. 

When we met, he was still living in New York City, and I was living sixty miles northwest of Atlanta. Somehow, destiny intervened and allowed our paths to cross while he was in training in South Georgia, and I was on a girls’ trip. There was an immediate connection with our personalities. Both of us shared a twisted sense of humor as well as a quick wit. We noticed that we could easily hold court with one another in the realm of smart remarks coupled with a dry humor that could sneak up on the average person. It certainly made for a strong attraction. The months that followed would prove to be a test to see if our connection was as strong as we thought due to the distance involved—900 miles. 

As we continued to see that our connection was true, we began to slowly introduce one another to each other’s families. We knew that we wanted our parents to approve of “us” as a couple. First up…my parents. My dad has always had my back. He has supported every endeavor with understanding and patience. I knew that he would approve simply by knowing how well JP treated me. My mother is a little tougher and less trusting of anyone. She is a true mama bear in every sense. To say she was skeptical of JP would be an understatement. It had nothing to do with him, but it had everything to do with me. She is the mom to three girls who she staunchly defends and protects with every ounce of her body. We knew that she would be the toughest nut to crack in the upcoming meetings.  The day arrived for my parents to meet JP. As they arrived at my house, my dad pulled me to the side and apologized in advance. He said he had tried to reason with my mom to remind her that we were both adults in a relationship. She acknowledged his plight  but quickly informed him she had questions that JP needed to answer. Again, you can see why my dad pulled me to the side to prepare me. 

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was standing at the stove and stirring the pot of chili that would be part of our lunch. My mother said to JP, “So do you want to do this now or later?” My eyes popped wide open and I had a grin stretched across my  face a mile wide! Finally, someone else was going to feel her wrath besides me. Without hesitation, he said, “Let’s do it now.” I tried to keep my giggles at bay. Here it comes! The moment of truth! Yikes!!

“All I want to know is what kind of temper you have,” she quickly addressed him. He began to explain that he had a bad temper when he was younger but had to overcome it as an adult with his job. 

Whew! He dodged the first bit of shrapnel Good job baby! Stay strong!

Then, in a whirlwind, it shifted as she said, “Good…because she has a bad temper and I just needed to make sure you knew that about her.”

Wait! What just happened?! I was stirring the chili and minding my own business, and now I’m being thrown to the wolves. Perhaps she had a point. I do have a bit of a temper. I think it comes with being short. It’s like Napoleon syndrome or something. 

I turned around to see her staring directly at me…no longer at him. Now, I wasn’t the one grinning from ear-to-ear. It was him. I looked at my dad. He just shook his head as if to indicate defeat. Poor thing! He’s been trying to tame this wild horse for 50  years, and he just hasn’t been able to do it. My mom is a tough cookie!

“When did this become about me? You said you had questions for him. You know about me. This was supposed to be you wanting to know about him,” I pressed her.

“I asked him my question because I needed to hear his response. I know what kind of temper you have always had, and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to smack you or something” she retorted. 

Silence. You could have heard the crickets chirping outside. Nobody was moving. My dad and JP were sitting back, exchanging glances and a subtle nod of acknowledgment while waiting to see where these two hot-headed women were going to take this conversation  next. The men formed a bond that day. Needless to say, we all still chuckle about this still today. 

The day arrived to meet JP’s parents. I was a little nervous. My Spanish was a bit rusty, but he assured me that they spoke English quite well. I still found this murmuring inside to want to speak some Spanish to them to show that I appreciated and respected  their culture and language. I figured it would make a nice first impression also. We decided to take them to dinner at Agave, a restaurant in Atlanta with a southwestern cuisine. At dinner, I sat by his mom. She was so sweet and kind. His dad engaged in conversation  about my family and my southern roots. It was quite the opposite experience meeting his parents. Now, I will say, it is not that there was no skepticism on their part as well, but it was how they addressed it that was vastly different from my parents. JP’s  mom addressed and questioned him directly—in private. She didn’t put it on front street like my mom did! 

After two years of long-distance dating that included numerous trips from New York to Georgia and vice versa, JP was able to transfer to Georgia, where we continue to reside. We are raising our kids and exposing them to both cultures to develop our own family  culture. 

Stay along for the crazy ride! This will definitely be a podcast episode. Storyline online.