Sep 13 2008
A Ramble of Thoughts
I have so many thoughts jumbled up in my head that seem to be just stuck there. I haven’t had my depression medication in two weeks and this is the result from it, too many thoughts that seem very hard to put into words but I am going to try now.
First, a little bit about me. My name is Clarissa, I am 28 years old and have been married for 4 years. My husband and I have been together for 10 years and we got married on our 6 year anniversary. Two anniversaries on the same day makes it easier to remember and celebrate, not that we do celebrate it very much. We have no human children, only animal children. I do have one 19 year old stepson but he is away at college and doesn’t call or even act like we exist for that matter. I guess that is how kids are when they grow up to be teenagers. That’s how I was and I regret it but I am making up for it now by spending as much time with my parents as I can. I also have a 20 year old nephew who wants nothing to do with our family. Of course he is growing up a bit and understanding more and more what family means. Maybe that has something to do with him and his girlfriend having a baby together. They now have an adorable 3 month old baby girl named Jordan. I have only been able to see her once since she was born but I have pictures of her and she is the cutest baby ever. Looks like him!
Ok about my husband. He is 39 years old, 11 years older than me. I was 17, one month away from turning 18 and he was 29 when we met. I did not tell my parents about him until after I turned 18 and then I let them think he was much younger. He doesn’t look his age at all. When he was 29 he looked like he was 23 and now he is 39 and looks like he is 30. He didn’t marry his son’s mother, he didn’t love her like he thought he did. She died 2 years ago at the age of 40 from a heart attack. She was anorexic, diabetic, and only God knows what else was wrong with the woman. She did not take care of herself at all. It seemed like she didn’t care that she had a son to take care of. Although she was a diabetic, she ate what she wanted and just didn’t care at all. It almost seemed like she wanted to die.I didn’t like the woman for so many reason, she was so jeoulous of my husband and I and tried to break us up many times without even an ounce of success. I didn’t wish for her to die though but just because she has passed away, does not mean she is now a queen. If I don’t like you when you are alive, why should I like you just because you are dead? Just the way I am.
Now about my animal children. I have 6 dogs and 4 cats! Gasp, I know! Too many, lol. Most of them we rescued. Not from an animal shelter but from relatives that we believed were mistreating them. When we would hear about someone wanting to get rid of a dog, we would tell them we wanted them.
Jasper was the very first dog we rescued. He was 2 months old when we got him and the person who had him, a friend of my husband’s family, had him for a couple of weeks and then was going to take him to the dog pound. We all know what the dog pound does to unwanted animals. We also heard she was beating him with a coat hanger. So my husband asked her if we could have him and she was glad to get rid of him. I don’t understand why people get pets and then treat them like punching bags. It literally makes me sick and angers me to no end. So the day we moved in together, before we were married, my husband said he had to go down his dad’s for something while I was unpacking and arranging things in the house. I had no idea what he was really doing. About 20 minutes later, here he comes up the driveway and brings in this cute puppy. I was so happy and I loved Jasper instantly. We named him Jasper because he reminded my husband of a dog he used to have by that name. Now Jasper is almost 10 years old, has moved to every place we moved to and is our big, happy baby! He is not the oldest thought. Scotty is our oldest but only by years. I will get to him in a little while.
Next we got Misty. I will never forget her even though she died 5 years ago in a flood we had. She was the next puppy my husband brought home to me because his uncle couldn’t find a home for her and was going to take her out and shoot her! So while my husband was visiting his uncle one day and I was at home doing the dishes, he comes home with another puppy and surprises me. I loved her so much. She was a good dog and so lovable. I miss her every day still. I am so glad I got a couple of pictures of her before she died. To this day, I never fail to take pictures of any animal we have so I will always have something to remember them by.
Ok one more animal to talk about today and then I will continue with this tomorrow. This post is getting long enough now. Next we got Scotty. He is now 12 years old and was 6 years old when we got him. He is the oldest but the smallest. Of course, my husband rescued him too from his cousin’s in-laws. They had already broken his ribs by throwing him down the basement steps and they no longer wanted him so they were going to take him driving with them and throw him out the car window. Sick people. My husband’s cousin found out and asked her mother-n-law if she could take him and find a good home for him. Her mother-n-law gave Scotty to her and my husband’s cousin instantly thought of us. So she called us and asked us if we could take another dog and we said yes. She brought him down and told us why she wanted to find a home for him. It made me sick. You can still tell where his ribs were broke. Scotty is now a happy and healthy dog and loves everyone. He especially loves my niece because she babies him more than I do and that is a lot, lol.
I have more dogs and cats to talk about but I will continue this tomorrow. I am afraid my thoughts got ahead of me and I rambled on too much. I lvoe my “children” and could talk about them all day.
Tomorrow I will tell you about Fluff, Freckles, Sammy, Jake, Cloe, Leo, Knuckles, Lizzy, and Coby. Oh and Knuckles the second. Knuckles the first and Freckles are both gone now but they were my babies and I miss them and love them still every day. All of my “children” are my babies.
Clarissa
