About Mariahbyrd

I could just be a total dick and say 'why don't you just click on the link to my profile over there ------>'...

But that would just be rude. Plus, I like to type. I'm good at it. Even the lady at the career center where I took a required typing test for a job posting said so. Specifically she said "Oh, that's very good." Specifically I said "Yeah, I get that a lot." I don't think she got that though. Sad.

The whole point of this blog is to chronicle the uprooting of myself at the age of 28 to go from Knoxville, TN to Cookeville, TN. Why? Because I love a man very much. Really, that's the main reason why. That and why not?

First off, I am Mariahbyrd because that is what Boyfrand took to calling me and therefore that is what most everyone in Cookeville, okay- most people everywhere, call me as well. I like it, honestly. And I made Man sign a contract in blood that he would call me that FOREVER. No shit. I'm serious.

Background-wise, I am the only biological child of two reformed hippies. Reformed as in they love Jesus now and don't smoke weed because it's illegal. I say only biological child because I have two sisters who are not biological, and only one is legal. One is 10 years older than me and the other is 26 years younger. Yep. And now you know why I blog.

Man is the most important person in my life. He's my perfect and I want to have his baby. Just one, no more- because I don't like children (but for my baby sister and Three) due to the fact that they smell funny. That and I have enough trouble wrangling myself, Man and Murray (the mancat) and couldn't imagine adding more people to that mix.

Rawr.

To feed into the crazy cat lady stigma, since I am 28 and unmarried, I adopted Murray in the Summer of 2010. He was sad, pitiful and hugged me. Therefore I was a sucker and brought him home. Now he is 20+lbs of awesome that bites me to show affection. I say it's due to disassociative disorder and he fully believes he is a little tiny kitten and not a huge ass Maine Coon who could probably suffocate me in my sleep. He's also a Calico, and therefore being a boy and Calico- he was sterile. (Don't worry, his balls have been eradicated.) Also, only 2% of Calico's are males... look at me gettin' my freak knowledge on...

We are totes awesome.

Besides Man, there are approximately 8 people who I am fortunate to call my best friends: a gay man, a mama, a drink Nazi, an expat, a shoe fiend, a painted lady, and a bubbly newlywed. Since I'm an über introvert by nature, these people are special because they are: 1. awesome, 2. able to put up with me, and 3. my soul mates, each and every one of them.

Even though I'm a chick, I don't see myself as too complex. In summation, and to quote a good friend: "Cats, Man, and Unicorns....everything on your Facebook relates to one of those 3." Just sub 'on your Facebook' with 'in your life' and there you have Mariahbyrd.