I’m married to a sarcastic foul-mouthed sweetheart, Richard. He avoids my camera like the plague and every time I attempt to snap a picture he growls and breathes fire. I’ll try to capture one snap to post on here, but no promises.
I’m step step-mom to an insane 14 year old, Jake. On a daily basis we run the full spectrum of a love hate relationship. Sometimes I’m the cooliest of the cool and sometimes I’m the most hideous of all the step mothers to ever walk the planet.
My Brutus (Boo, Boo Boo Love, Pretty Pants) and I have been together for eight years. My ex boyfriend picked him up for me from a farm. He has a high meow and loves to be near me. He often stands on my keyboard until I give him attention. My birthday is March 15. The Ides of March. Et tu, Brute?Little Man (Littles, Little Bear) is two and a half years old. He was born at our neighbor’s house to a stray cat and his mother kept leaving him alone. We left food out for him several times, but had no plans to have a third cat. One day, Jake walked in with the ball of fur in his arms and I was hooked. The neighbor had named him Pumpkin, but we called him Little Terrorist because he would chase the other two cats. It eventually morphed into Little Man and stuck.
This is Asia. My insane, eat anything except grapes, marshmallows, and peppers, non-stop energy, bark at anything, knock you over and lick your face, chocolate lab. She’s five years old and still acts like a puppy. She requires constant attention, which we are happy to give. When she tires herself out, she snores louder than Richard. She can clear a room with her dog farts and is the strongest dog. I’ve yet to find a toy she can keep longer than a few months.




















