My First ICLW!

If you've found my blog from IComLeavWe, welcome!  Me and my hubby are starting our first medicated cycle this month.  I took my last Clo.mid pill on Monday.  In a couple of days I get to start POAS to see if I ovulate.  I'm really excited, and really nervous, and a whole bunch of other emotions! 

Since I'm not really good with the whole introducing myself thing, I thought I'd throw out some random facts about myself (because random facts are fun, and the allow me to use bullet points, which I secretly love)

• I met my husband online at Match dot com.  When we met in person, our first date lasted 10 hours, and we've been pretty much inseparable since then.
• I read entirely to much.  And I have fantasies of someday writing my own book. 
• I kind of told my father in law that I wanted to run a marathon with him.  I'm hoping he'll settle for a 5k.  
• I have a shih tsu named Moo, and a cat named Mister.  They are the recipients of all of my pent up maternal energies.  
• I love to knit and crochet.
• Since I married my husband I turned into a computer geek.  At least one Saturday night a month you will find me and my hubby playing Civ IV until the wee hours of the morning.
• My hubby has also turned me into a bit of a redneck.  Not only do I know how to shoot now, and shoot well, I own my own guns.  And I camp, which is huge considering I used to consider staying at a Motel 6 "roughing it"

That's all I can think of for now.  Thanks for stopping by!!

My Fur Babies

Ok, I've introduced myself, my husband won't let me tell to much about him, so that leaves my fur children! (Why yes, I am having a hard time thinking of a blog post today, why do you ask?)


Me and my hubby have been married since October 2007.  We bought our house in April of 2008, because I'm spoiled well loved and I wanted a dog.  Not just any dog, but a little black and white shih tzu puppy that I'd already named Moo.  I think once I named it my husband gave up.


Moo is just about the sweetest little guy.  Of course, I can say that now that he's 2 years old.  I can't begin to tell you how many times this little ball of fluff had me in tears the first few months.  I never knew how messy and time consuming a puppy could be!

Anyway, back to the Moo story.  I saw him when he was 3 days old.  A little ball of fur; he weighed less than half a pound!  I started working on my husband, telling him how much I loved Moo.  He started house hunting.  The lady that bred him let us make payments (purebreds are not cheap!) and my husband did some computer work for them to help bring down the cost.  The breeder also kept him an extra two weeks (I visited Moo every weekend) and delivered (delivered!!) him to us the day we moved in to the house.

Tears and frustrations from the first year aside, he's been the best little companion for me, as anyone with a loving pet knows.  But I started to feel bad that my husband didn't have a pet (he's a cat person, but I love him anyway).  So I found him a cat.  A beautiful brown cat, brown eyes, brown whiskers, brown pads on his feet, brown everything.  We named him Charlie (get it, Charlie Brown?) And he was so sweet and loveable.  Until he ran away.  Broke. Our. Hearts.

So a month after Charlie ran away, I decided that we all needed a pick me up.  I was depressed, my husband was depressed, Moo was depressed.  So we went to the pound, and found Mister.  Mister is a great cat, although I think he has species identity issues.  Moo and Mister are best friends, and Mister now thinks he's a dog.  He eats dog food along with his cat food, chews on bones, plays fetch better than Moo, and gives kisses.

These little guys make coming home that much nicer.  I can't wait to come home to a real baby though.  I'm guessing that's even better than the fur kind (but don't tell Moo and Mister)

Me

I have done this blogging thing before. And I love it. Being able to express myself helps me in ways I don't think any but the blogging community understand. But I felt limited by my personal blog. To many family members followed me there. And while to some, that would be a good thing, I felt it inhibited the way I spoke. I didn't trust the people I love to not run away at the first sign of what I feel is the "real me."

So, I'm starting out here. Here, where I feel free to be myself. I want to use this blog to express my thoughts and my emotions. I want this to be a place where I am confident in myself, and the world can, quite bluntly, fuck off if they don't like it.

I am a contradiction. I listen to rap while I crochet. I am shy, yet loud. I can be empathetic, but also uncaring. I love with my whole heart, mind and soul. I stick up for those I love, and am willing to do anything to make them happy, even at the expense of myself. I am college educated, but don't feel as though I fit in with the "educated stiffs." I'd much rather spend my time experiencing life, than reading about it. In contrast, I read as much as I can about the world, hoping to one day experience it on my own.

I am the person I am.