Since I’ve been around longer than six months, it’s probably time I started acting like it. Which means treating my recurring people like, well, the cast of characters that they are. It might be nice to stop introducing them in every post, anyway…
Obviously, no one else deserves the first introduction more than Rhett. My husband, the love of my life, and a damn fine (if sometimes, through no fault of his own, sporadic) blogger. You can find his own take on the whole thing at Musings from the High Speed Rodeo. I married him, legally, in Stratford, CT on May 17, 2010. Because he makes me laugh, and for the sex. So far, he hasn’t given me cause to regret it. Nor does he rub it in that I swore, up and down, for almost 18 months before that, that I was never getting married again. Well, he doesn’t rub it in often, anyway.
Then there’s Sharkman. He’s my eight year old son (as of 2010, anyway, because who the hell knows when I’ll think to update this again). He’s a miniature version of Rhett, right down to the penchant for giving me grey hair. He’s the coolest kid ever, and he has his own category to prove it.
Moose deserves his own introduction, too. He’s my dog by his own choice, since Rhett bought him in June, 2010. The prettiest chocolate Labrador Receiver you ever hoped to see, although he has yet to outgrow the doofus stage.
Viking is Rhett’s dog, a golden Lab mix, the pack alpha, and a regular star of Wordless Wednesdays on Rhett’s blog. He’s also a male chauvinist pig and a boob guy.
Jack is Sharkman’s dog, the biggest and dumbest of the lot. He’s a sweet Shepherd mutt of some kind, and would jump in front of a speeding train for his boy.
Tillie is the small dominant female that used to be mine, but has switched camps and become the biggest Daddy’s Girl you could imagine. She’s a full-blood red heeler (cattle dog, for you ignoramus city-types), and nearly as big a bitch as I am.
Maverick is the house cat that was Rhett’s from birth, but has adopted me as his person since we picked him up from Innocence in July. Yes, I have a cat. No, I don’t wanna talk about it. We have an armed truce in place – I pet and feed him, he doesn’t poop in my shoes. He may or may not sleep on my pillow and follow me around the house.
Gran and Pops were my paternal grandparents. We lost Pops on the weekend of Father’s Day in 1996 to complications from Alzheimer’s Disease. Gran followed him (after she forgave him) through the pearly gates the week before Thanksgiving in 1998.
Janus is my ex-husband. We married when I was 20, in 1999. I left him in March (I think, I never can remember for sure if it was March or April) of 2005.
WaterBaby (also frequently referred to as “the girl” and “WB”) was my significant other from 2005 – 2008. We continued living together after our breakup that Christmas, in part, because she was diagnosed immediately thereafter with cancer that proved treatment-resistant. Our breakup occurred approximately a month before I began blogging. I never disclosed anything of substance about our relationship or its end within these pages while we were living together because I was terrified that she would find the site. Yeah, we weren’t very healthy together.
Jennie and Will show up in a few posts here and there, mostly in 2009. Jennie was the woman I believed to be my best friend until March of 2010. Will was her partner of four years. I no longer have contact with either of them, and it’s better that way for everyone.
I am lucky enough to call some amazing people from here in the blogosphere my friends. By friends, I mean we have real, non-blog-dependent communications, and I’ve even met a handful of them in person. They came into my life by way of these pages, and I love having them around. I hope you’ll introduce yourself; I’d like to get to know you as we both get to know me better.
Looking for more? Check out the joint blog, filled with gushy marital ad nauseum, at This Side of the High Speed Rodeo. You can also find me sounding off as a Guest Lesbian, at Card Carrying Lesbian, on my adventures as a transwife in an oh-so-straight world.
