Hello folks, I'm your weirdo blogger Abby!
I was born in Boston and grew up nearby. My parents are awesome and sent me and my siblings to some great schools in the area. After graduating high school I went down to Virginia for my freshman year at Mary Washington University, but I didn't take well to being so far from Boston. After freshman year, I transferred to Suffolk University here in my backyard. It was a great school and I graduated in no time! The school even gave me a job after I graduated - how nice is that!? I worked there for about a year before moving on to a job at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center (that's a mouth full). It was a pretty great place to work, but after a year there, Ryan and I were buying a house out in central Massachusetts and the commute became too much. Since moving out here, I've worked a few jobs and settled in as an apprentice at a local shop. Now we're trying to start a family, but I think you already knew that...
This is my sexy counterpart: Ryan. He was born and raised in central Massachusetts, along with his three brothers (I know, how crazy must that be!?). After high school he got himself a place at Wentworth in Boston, working a few jobs to pay his way through graduation with a degree in electro-mechanical engineering. Because he's a damn smarty-pants. He also eventually got a job near our home where he does really awesome super secret (and sometimes not so secret) prototype stuff. One of my favorite projects he's worked on was building a crate for military dogs that was strong enough to stand on, collapsed flat, and had a controllable internal environment (heated, cooled, safe from toxic gas, etc). Like I said, he's incredibly smart. He's nervous, but reluctantly excited to jump into fatherhood.
Ed: my pretty pretty princess. She's been with me since she was 5 weeks old. Now, nearly eight years later, we're still buddies. She's seen me at my best and worst, and I can't wait for her to be a buddy to my own kid! She's definitely our prettiest pet.
Then we have Zoso, who is going to be nine this year, I think. We rescued him in 2008, so he was already an old soul, but everyone still mistakes him for a puppy since he is a tiny beagle. He's been through a lot in his life, most of which we'll never know the details about, but we do our best to keep him happy and comfortable. I hope he sees our future kid as a best friend.
Arthur... Arthur Arthur Arthur. You so crazy, Arthur. He's our physically and mentally retarded kitty with a heart of gold. He wouldn't even know how to hurt a fly. Sometimes he smells bad, but no one can stay angry at him, because he doesn't understand anger. Oh, Arthur...
Ford is Arthur's more competent brother. He's loud and kind of a jerk, but I love him. He and his bro were rescued from a blocked in window in some New Jersey building. They both have messed up tails (Arthur: none. Ford: half a tail) and when I agreed to take both, the rescuers cried because they were so happy these two brothers wouldn't be split up.
Raider is our quietest and cheapest pet. Her interests include: eating mice, pooping, shedding and peering out at us once in a while. She's also a big fan of warm armpits and the insides of recliners.
Lastly there are the fish. There's a lot of them and sometimes one dies, sometimes one's bought and sometimes a few are born. Currently we have one baby fish big enough to cruise around the tank with the big ones.