An Introduction
Okay, so I'm living in Kansas now. Have been for almost 5 years. Most anyone who is reading this will know that, so I'll cut to the chase.
I'm happier than I've been in a long, long time.
It's the skies, the weather, the wildlife, our land, and now, my new job. It's my husband and (for the most part) his family. It's the figuring out that I had a hormone imbalance and getting that issue resolved. It's getting great tattoos and having great sex and having great kids (not human kids, which pretty much constitutes the "great" part of kids).
On to the kids, which, like most parents, constitute a huge part of my life. And make me smile. Unless Murphy shat in her box again.
Two papillons (that's papy-ons), a great dane/black lab mix, 2 cats, 5 snakes, 2 bearded dragons, 14 tarantulas, and one african fire-belly toad. Names will come at a later time, but I will have to say happy birthday to the big guy, who turns five today. He was assigned April fool's day as his birthday for a reason.
Husband's a diesel mechanic, I'm a chemist. He's hot, tattooed, tall, and always smells good. What more could a woman want? But, he's also very much a man sometimes, which can be all a woman doesn't want, and a grudge-holding Pisces to boot. But he's working on that. He makes me laugh and wakes me in the morning with a big fart, almost like he's built up steam over night. It's an amazing relationship.
Folks and sister live in Kentucky, which is from where I moved here. Went to college at EKU and met wonderful people, from what I can remember. Moved here over Memorial Day weekend of 2000, shortly after graduating college and only 7 months after meeting my husband (then boyfriend). Didn't really have a choice in the matter. Couldn't be a body-piercer all my life, at least not when there are student loans and credit card bills to pay. College is a transition period for a reason, and when it's time to leave, you cry 3 days and then try to move on. Sometimes people don't understand that, and then get pissed when you have a hard time keeping in touch.
That's about it, for the beginning. I'm not entertaining (when I'm sober), but I might get better. No promises at this point. Love you all.
I'm happier than I've been in a long, long time.
It's the skies, the weather, the wildlife, our land, and now, my new job. It's my husband and (for the most part) his family. It's the figuring out that I had a hormone imbalance and getting that issue resolved. It's getting great tattoos and having great sex and having great kids (not human kids, which pretty much constitutes the "great" part of kids).
On to the kids, which, like most parents, constitute a huge part of my life. And make me smile. Unless Murphy shat in her box again.
Two papillons (that's papy-ons), a great dane/black lab mix, 2 cats, 5 snakes, 2 bearded dragons, 14 tarantulas, and one african fire-belly toad. Names will come at a later time, but I will have to say happy birthday to the big guy, who turns five today. He was assigned April fool's day as his birthday for a reason.
Husband's a diesel mechanic, I'm a chemist. He's hot, tattooed, tall, and always smells good. What more could a woman want? But, he's also very much a man sometimes, which can be all a woman doesn't want, and a grudge-holding Pisces to boot. But he's working on that. He makes me laugh and wakes me in the morning with a big fart, almost like he's built up steam over night. It's an amazing relationship.
Folks and sister live in Kentucky, which is from where I moved here. Went to college at EKU and met wonderful people, from what I can remember. Moved here over Memorial Day weekend of 2000, shortly after graduating college and only 7 months after meeting my husband (then boyfriend). Didn't really have a choice in the matter. Couldn't be a body-piercer all my life, at least not when there are student loans and credit card bills to pay. College is a transition period for a reason, and when it's time to leave, you cry 3 days and then try to move on. Sometimes people don't understand that, and then get pissed when you have a hard time keeping in touch.
That's about it, for the beginning. I'm not entertaining (when I'm sober), but I might get better. No promises at this point. Love you all.
posted by Dora Maar at 9:10 AM
2 Comments:
Oh my freakin' GOD did you really move in 2000???? That's 5 years ago, Dora! Holy double udder pierced teat milkin' COW! Well I guess 5 years isn't that long. The great thing about "moving on" is that "revisiting" is a fairly safe and fun experience, right? Yes, yes it is, and I can't wait!
It's absolutely hard to believe that it'll be 5 years this Memorial Day weekend. I agree that there are good things about moving on, and revisiting is a great one! I'm kicking ass in anticipation of May!
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