This could easily be the longest post ever written. Ever. By anyone. Novels, people.
I met the other man under unfortunate circumstances in 2005. My heart belonged to another handsome fellow. And that fellow died, ripping my heart out and causing me to question my ability to go through it all again. There were, of course, little flings between. But no one made my heart quicken until I met him.
And there seem to be a lot of them! We'll start with the oldest first.
See the squinty eyes? I'm fucking crazy. :)
I adopted this girl when she was about four months old. That was almost nine years ago. She's batshit crazy. She's got anxiety issues, separation issues, thunderstorm issues. Stranger danger and wall-licking problems. Scarlette is also incredibly intelligent - to the point that she would jump a baby gate, use the carpet, and jump back over the baby gate. She also wants nothing more than to be curled on her back in my lap, all day, every day.
Nana, Banana, Big Girl
This little girl will be six next month. I adopted her when she was eight weeks, from a friend's boyfriend who left his unaltered female with an unaltered male. I love this girl. She's half pit bull on her daddy's side and her mother is half rottie and half lab. She's absolutely gorgeous. And has the best temperament of any dog that I've ever met. She's not the brightest crayon melted to paper art from Pinterest, but she's the most enthusiastic. I've used her as a blood donor in the past and she'll do what ever you ask. Unfortunately, her health has been her biggest issue. She had hemoratic gastroenteritis (HGE) when she was 11 months, heart worms and the subsequent treatment when she was two years, a history of eating things she shouldn't have eat (I have photos) and, most recently, a lack of bacteria in her bowels that resulted in diarrhea until we got her started on probiotics. Whee! (FYI - she doesn't donate any more.)
Lizzie is the most loving cat you will ever meet. Her idea of bliss to is sit on your chest, purring, while your hands make love to her. And she's got an awesome story.
I worked at a twenty-four hour emergency veterinary clinic a couple of years ago. One rainy Saturday night, a young couple brought in a box. Wrapped in a towel in that box was this little tuxedo kitten, soaking wet, that had been brought in to be put to sleep as she'd been hit by a car. It wasn't the best night and, unfortunately, it took a few hours for the vet to be able to see her. I was standing there when he unwrapped her from the towel and she immediately popped up, purring. Her leg was broken, her neck, face, mouth and eye were jacked up. The vet absolutely declined to PTS her and did a combo test instead. When she passed that, one of the technicians (bless her heart) decided to give little Lizzie a bath. And, due to her injuries, Lizzie wasn't able to be scruffed or restrained in the manner typical to bathing a cat. So the tech got bit.
Fast forward ten days to the end of the little tuxedo's quarantine period, and the owners have declared that they are going to send her to animal control. At this point, she's socialized and she's sweet, but she's got open wounds and a broken leg. She would have been euth'd immediately. I remember opening her cage door, and her popping out. It was love. I called my boyfriend, told him I was bringing home a cat, and went to Wal-Mart after my midnight shift to get cat stuff. We picked her up the next day. She was treated for bartonella and has also been a blood donor.
Lili doesn't have an amazing super-awesome story. I adopted her because my landlord told me he would give me a discount on my pet fee if I did. :) We're glad to have her because she adds something that the other girls don't have - some sort of moxy without neurosis. She's fun and playful and the Man thinks she talks to ghosts.
I don't intentionally surround myself with women and, for a while, deemed myself incapable of having a genuine friendship with a woman.
But, however it happened, the nearest and dearest, non-biologically-related people close to me have vajays of some form. Except for my best friend. And the "other man." We'll get there.
The Man is my dear hubby-wubby-snookums. Yeah. We call him D. And we have a phenomenal love story. Prepare yourself for projectile vomiting.
D and I met when we were six and seven, respectfully. And I saw this skinny, red-headed quiet kid and I pursued him doggedly. For a couple decades. Surprisingly, this sweet, quiet, popular and intelligent young man didn't find me, with my excessive piercings and blue hair, nearly as appealing. This was high school. Geeze, people. I didn't have blur hair until eighth grade.
Fast forward a few years - college. I'm sitting at my temp job, trying retain some sense of sanity as I repetitively type the same codes over and over. Sooo, of course I got on facebook. In a burst of courage, I added D as a friend. I knew that he would reject me, as he had done million times since we played truth or dare under the neighbor's house. Two hours after that add found me stifling squeals of joy - not only had the man added me, but he had sent me a message. Sure, it didn't have proclamations of undying love, but it had the next best thing: an apology.
D said that he really regretted turning me down in high school, that I had grown into a beautiful woman (I guess because I had to stop dying my hair blue), and asked if we could get together the next time he came home from school.
That was April, 2006. We've been together ever since.
I have a lot of information to introduce, which I think would be best done as a series of posts of the key players and their respective histories.
First up is me, of course. You'll learn that I am always first!
I'm twenty-eight years old. Married. Work in the local government. I have no children that don't walk on four legs. I dabble in photography, though it'll be light years before you get a tutorial from me that's actually worth a damn... and even then, it'll probably be something regurgitated from someone else. I have tattoos. Bunches of them. I run. I ride - English hunter/jumper taking dressage lessons. I'm an atheist. I read a whole hell of a lot of books.