Welcome to The Blog!

Hey everybody. My name is Susan, which is pretty much all the explanation you need for the title of my blog. I'm 23 years old, married, and I live with my husband of 2 months and a small group of 6 animals who keep me on my toes. I decided I wanted to start blogging again (yes, I have at least 2 failed blogs) because there are a lot of things you can't put in a Facebook post that I'd like to say.

First, though, let me introduce you to the family.

First up is this handsome fella. This is Isaac, my husband. He will be 21 at the end of this month. In December of 2018 he got into a bad car accident that no one knew if he would recover from. His back is broken (He would tell you exactly where, but all I know is that it's over half his spine starting at his neck) but he's honestly the most miraculous human being I have ever met. He has the goofiest sense of humor, and tells a good story. He and I make YouTube videos together, and in general we're always better when we're together. He's much more outgoing than me, because of my anxiety. I'm a lot more straight-laced than him, because of how I was raised. We compliment each other as perfectly as I could have ever hoped.

In August we got married. Some felt it was too soon, and that we are too young. All I feel is that I was to spend every moment I can with this man, because life is too short.

First up for our babies is Spaz. Spaz is sometimes nicknamed "Spazzoid" or "Sweet Girl" by me. It all depends on the day. We also call her fatty, but we say that to all of the kitties because I think if they had kids they would kill their firstborn if it meant getting food. Spaz is the oldest, from what we've figured out, of all of our pets. Estimated age? Nineish. We honestly aren't certain. Isaac's memory is bad (She was his kitty) and we haven't been able to nail it down. She has her own version of close to death situation. When she first moved in with me, along with her sister, in March, she was extremely bloated. Isaac's dad had been taking care of her since his crash, and he neglected to take her to the Vet. Poor baby was so bloated that we took her to the doctor right away. It turned out she had an infected uterus. We got her into another, cheaper vet who was able to carefully remove her uterus and the vet was surprised she even survived (Shout out to Faithful Friends Animal Hospital in Davenport, Iowa!). She lost a bunch of weight, but now she is our happy, chubby kitty who likes me a little more than Isaac. I think she likes me more because not love after she met me she was feeling better. She loves to sleep on my chest at night, but She is extremely antisocial with the other pets.

Speaking of the other pets, the next oldest is this pretty lady, Lena Mae. She and I share middle names, but that's about the only similarities between the two of us. She is the biggest pet in our family and has seemingly endless energy, unless I am taking her on a walk, then she starts out strong and starts trying to make me slow down around the 3rd or 4th block. She has a slight obsession with cars, and If she is not on a leash she is likely to jump into any open car door. She is originally a farm dog, but she honestly doesn't know how big she is and frequently steps on my throat and digs her elbows into my ribs. She's also obsessed with food, and will try to finish off other animals or peoples food if she can. That includes chewing up a protein bottle (that was empty) and other things that even slightly smell like food whenever we aren't around. It's possible that her personality is bigger than her, but I can't say for sure.

Next up on the list, who is older by just a hair is this beauty, MoMo. Also known as little sh** or "please stop climbing on the curtains". I don't even know what to start with on this girl. She is sweet, but only when she wants to be. Sometimes she is being really mean, and sometimes she is trying to play and will hurt you on accident. She is seriously the most random cat I've ever met. She loves the outdoors on warm days, but will not go outside if there is rain. She enjoys baths, which was a surprise, and she doesn't really get along with any of the other pets, other than Lena. Lena I think tolerates her when she's in a lovey mood, but if she gets to be too much Lena definitely shows her displeasure in a very subtle way. Her favorite, and basically only, way to be pet is on her head. Can you tell she doesn't like me? You can tell that she was Isaac's cat because she doesn't like me much.

The next goofball on the list is my puppy, Misty. She is only two months younger than MoMo, but she is much better tempered. Her full, official name is Misty Morie. She is a certified therapy dog, and the sweetest, yet most ornery, puppy you will ever meet. Her favorite pastimes include cuddling, beating up the cats, pooping on my rug, and sending her daddy running after her because she sees a squirrel or just wants to be alone. She is 2 years old as of June 3rd, and I can honestly say everyone though she would be past the puppy stage by now, but she is still nervous about long grass and being watched as she poops. It is exhausting, but that's okay. She is part chihuahua, part maltese and in her haircuts you can definitely see both her mom and her dad in her.

Next on the list, who is definitely still a kitten, is Thuyc. Yes, I know you can't pronounce that in your head, so let me tell you his full name Thuycicides Zeus. Still can't pronounce it? His nickname rhymes with Zeus. Phonetically his full name looks like this: (Th-oo-sit-eez). This kitty was the product of an accidental litter of kitties from a friend of mine. I knew about him since before he was born. I brought him home the day he turns 8 weeks old, and he was the smallest kitten I had ever had the privilege of holding. The first night he was home, he slept in his kitten bed on my desk. He and I are pretty much inseparable. He knows I'm the one with the food, and he often snuggles on me and grooms me. Nowadays he's always up to something. His favorite pastime is knocking things off of flat surfaces as fast as he can. Or trying to steal the dogs' food because he knows he eats diet food (He used to do it with regular food though, so I don't know what the real reason is). His nicknames also include Thuycy, and "get down!".

Last but not least is our last member, and the only "kid" who isn't fluffy. We've only had him for a little while. This is Slick Hector. He also goes by Slick, or Hec. He is very young, and he is a garter snake who got on our desk and probably would not have survived the drop. Plus, he took a strong liking to my husband, so how could I resist. He's our easiest pet to take care of, so I honestly think that's the best part of the little guy.

So, now you've met all of them, I guess I should introduce myself.

My life can get pretty crazy, and pretty complicated. This is honestly one of the better pictures of me, because I look so different now than I do in this picture. That was only a few months ago. Right now, my hair is much shorter and it's purple.

Alright. Let me wrap things up so that I don't bore you all to death. I'm going to be using this blog to explain life from my side of things. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. I just feel like this is a much healthier outlet for me than anything else I could be doing.

All the love to you guys.
Susan