My very first blog on blogger. Wow.
Let me start with an introduction.
I am Truth and I will never give my full name. Those who are smart enough can deduce my first name and those lucky enough, already know it, and are privileged to use it. Fewer still, know my last name. In this day of
Facebook and
Myspace, it seems as though privacy is an unheard of or antiquated notion. I don't like it and refuse to go along with those of my generation. My life is not an open book for everyone to read.
I am married. My husband is Moriarty. We've been married for five years. He is the most stubborn individual I have ever met, besides myself. He's also the most intellectual, brilliant, gifted, creative, and perfect man I have ever met. He is truly my better half. I sometimes wonder what I did in a past life to merit such a man. He is a wonderful husband and a devoted father. No, our marriage isn't perfect, but it's perfect for us. We mesh well, he and I.
We were blessed with a daughter. She is The Princess or Turtle. Everything Moriarty and I do, we do to benefit her. Everything we have and everything we strive for. Is she spoiled? Yes. Is she a brat? No. Yes, it is possible. It is my greatest hope that she does better in this life than I have. It is my prayer that she is happier than I have been. It is my wish that she does everything I couldn't do. It is my desire that we raise her to be a better person than both her parents.
We all have four cats and one ugly mutt who are very much a part of our family. Every one of them has a tale (and a tail). They are all rescues in one way or another and they are all very much spoiled.
They are as follows:
Mr. B or
Biggle Pickles. He is a my male
tortie and is a shy baby, but he's realized that he is safe here, so he does come out more and has become very loving.
Cicero is a solid white, long haired love bug. One eye is green and one eye is blue. We took him in when his former family developed allergies. He is still shy around Moriarty, but he's coming out of it. He prefers to hide under our dishwasher.
Fuzzy is also a long haired white cat. He has a crown of black on his head;it's the only way to tell Cicero and he apart. He's Moriarty and Turtles special boy. He came with Mr. B. We're not sure if they are litter mates, but they are especially close, so we assume that they are.
Animal is our ambassador. He's the first one to greet visitors, and climb into their laps. He's solid gray with a white belly. He looks like he was dipped into white paint feet first. He's also known as the fat boy, with good reason. His temperament is a good indicator of how low the food is in the bowl.
Muttly is
Muttly. A hog dog. A stray, found in a
Meijer parking lot. We think he was a
foreclosure dog. We haven't had him for very long, but he has taken with me and is constantly underfoot. He's very sweet and patient with The Princess. He goes to his kennel w/o complaint and never seems to unhappy. He also happens to be the
ugliest dog I have ever seen. We think he's part pug and some sort of terrier.
Now for a little more about me. (It's my blog, after all.)
I have Lupus. I also have
Fybromyalgia. I am in a constant state of pain. The pain ebbs and flows from day to day. I don't mind that so much. I really don't. What I mind , what I am really pissed off about, is the loss of my mental acuity. I have moments where I cannot form a complete sentence or remember where I am, much less what I was doing. There is this terrible fog that
descends and wipes out every thought, every higher function, every thing that makes me me. It hurts more than physical pain ever could. When I was younger, I had nothing tangible, but I had my mind and I knew I would be okay.
I intend for this particular blog to be a record of my mental status and decline.
My blogs will sometimes make sense, but for the most part, they will only make sense to me. And in the end, that's all that matters.
