Don’t take the title of this blog “There has to be something more” as my feeling towards life.  I know there is more, I look forward to the more.  I’m happy.

I love my boyfriend

• who eats more than I do and still manages to loaf for weeks while I gain pounds by just glancing at a cookie.
• who loves the Seattle Marines, yes he is that bad.
• who has some interesting friends (who were my friends first, so I guess this doesn’t count).
• who has a wardrobe that is 99% gray.
• who I met online, two and a half years ago.

 I love my family

• who are all Irish/Italian, impossibly so.
• who drag me to their colonoscopy appointments and scream that they’re going to die.
• who throw parties that are out of this world (some have the potential to be future blog posts).
• who insist on knowing everything going on in my life, down to what kind of underwear I wear.
• who throw utensils at one each other one minute, and laugh with each other the next.

My Dog and Cat

• who both have baths and come out still smelling like they hang out on a farm.
• who has OCD and has chewed off most of the hair around his…ahem (this is the dog).
• who can mess up her litter box faster than ten cats in one at once (the cat).
• who are so vocal that people think we have babies with throat problems.
• who have shedding problems that drive me up a wall (to get away from the fur on the floor).

In a nutshell, my life is great.

Yes, I know most of those sounded cynical.  That’s me.  Despite the sarcasm, my life is cool.  My blog isn’t about my life, it’s about the lives I encounter along the way.  There will be moments where I’ll be seriously pissed, but I’ll still love this life.