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How I Met My Husband Part I

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Through a series of life choices and unfortunate circumstances, I ended up in northern California penniless and drug addicted. Through connections I made there, I became drug free, got a job, and had a roof over my head. Calvary Chapel was instrumental in all of that. This was in 1997.

I volunteered in the church book store. One evening, I was sitting on the floor behind the counter entertaining the baby of the bookstore manager. She was manning the register. The guy came up to the counter to purchase a commentary on Acts. I heard a transaction taking place, and I looked up. As I looked up, he looked down. We made eye contact. Something happened. I don’t know what. A zap. A feeling. A physical oomf! I don’t remember what he looked like at that moment, I only remember those big blue blue blue eyes. He nodded at me slightly. I nodded back. He completed his transaction and left.

I told the manager, “I’m going to marry him.” She thought I was crazy.

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Cary, an Introduction

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I play World of Warcraft. Unfortunately, lately, I haven’t been able to play as much as I would like to – I’m a bit busy.

So here’s Cary. Arcane Mage. Level 80 raider. I haven’t been able to raid all that much, but she’s fairly geared. I’ve been a member of Knights of the Shadow for a couple of years, formerly Fallen. For the Horde!

I also have a hunter, priest, rogue, warlock all horde. I have one Alliance character I play with the PMS Clan.

Betsy, an Introduction

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Ready to Work

Ready to Work

Betsy is my laptop.

I love Betsy.

She’s a pink Dell 17″ Inspiron 1720. Powerful enough to work or network or play WoW (yes, I play WoW.)

She’s also freakin’ huge… and when our monetary situation changes, I hope to also get a netbook for traveling. So I can keep Betsy in my hotel room, and take my netbook with me the rest of the time.

Betsys Face

Betsy's Face

I had a desktop that worked fine, and bought Betsy for BlogHer last year. My old laptop was hopelessly outdated. By the way, if you know what I should do with my old laptop that is really outdated and purchased in 2000, please let me know, ’cause I haven’t a clue. Traveling with Betsy is doable, but heavy. But I love her.

In addition, she saved my ass. For the last couple of weeks, we had some power issues. The power kept going off for maybe a minute or two. But it happened something like 6 times in two days. My desktop couldn’t handle it and fried somehow. I still have hope it can be salvaged, but since my business is online, it was imperative I be able to work. I use Carbonite to backup, so I was able to get the necessary files onto Betsy, and now I work on her full time. But now I’m down to ONLY Betsy.

So, chant it with me. We Love Betsy… We Love Betsy… Consider it like crooning to a car we want to start.

Pebbles, an Introduction

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Pebbles in the clean laundry. Of course.

Pebbles in the clean laundry. Of course.

Pebbles is… well… Unique. Sassy’s half sister, we adopted her after Bandit died, because Sassy needed a buddy.

We know where we got her, and have had her since she was a kitten, but the way she acts, you’d think we adopted her as an adult cat from an abused home. This is the sketchiest kitty ever. It’s taken us two years to get her to want us to love on her. She still won’t cuddle, I don’t think she ever will. But now, she requests love, instead of just tolerating it, which is progress! Pick her up, though, and she lets out this moan of “Oh! The Humanity!” And yes, we’re evil and pick her up anyway.

She loves her sister, Sassy, and plays, and bathes, and snuggles, and cajoles her. She’s about twice the size, which makes me wonder who the different kitty daddies are. Her favorite toy is the laser pen. She can’t figure out how NOT to use her claws, so when she plays it’s like she’s stuck to the carpet like velcro. If visitors come to the house, you will NOT see her. And she will not come back out of hiding until they are gone. Don’t bother trying. And she loves to sleep on shoes. Any left out. If there’s a little piece of paper on the floor? She’ll cover it. Anything on the floor, she’ll lay on it. We play games. Put one shoe in the middle of the floor and lay bets on how long it takes before she’s asleep on it.

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Sassy, an Introduction

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Sassy

Sassy

Let me introduce you to Sassy, one of our two cats. She is my baby.

When we first got her, we also had another cat, Bandit, who has passed away unfortunately. But when we got her, Bandit was quite busy intimidating the intruder to his territory. One of the ways he did so was to hover over her in the litter box. As a result she would go to the bathroom on me in bed in the middle of the night. Every.Single.Night. I wracked my brain, until I came up with a litter box that had a cover so Bandit couldn’t hover. That cat was one cover away from being given away, ’cause I couldn’t take doing laundry in the middle of the night any more. But I realized why… I was her mommy. I think she literally thought so.

When she was a kitten, she would sneak up in the middle of the night, bake biscuits, and suck on my neck. I wouldn’t wake up, so when I did wake in the morning, I had little baby hickies. I tried everything to stop her doing that, but it gave her comfort, like a baby sucking his thumb. Eventually she grew out of the sucking. Now she bakes biscuits, and well, snorgles me. I can’t put another word on it. She tucks her nose into my neck and cuddles, sniffs, and purrs.

This cat sleeps every night with me. If it’s cold, she gets under the covers, under my chin, and very much wants to be hugged. If it’s hot, she sleeps above the covers on my head.

During the day, her favorite place to sleep is on my pillow.

She the boss, even though she’s half the size of her little sister. She’s sweet, and feisty, and her favorite toy in the whole world is feathers on a stick. She greets all visitors, and whether you like it or not, you may have a cat on your lap.

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