We pretty much covered what you need to know on the “About ME” page, right?
P.S. I like tomatoes.
Jon and I have been married since 1998. I get emails asking me if I am actually married. I am, it is just that Jon does NOT like me to write about him. So, I rarely do. We’ve been through hell and back. We’re still here. That says something. He hates stupid people and tomatoes.
My first born from my first marriage. Born in 1996. He loves Calvin and Hobbes and has picked up the highly dramatic personality of his mother. Also known as, “Festivus” and “Son”. Also hates tomatoes but I can’t genetically blame that on Jonathan, now can I?
Second son, first child from current (and last) marriage. Born in 1999 and has the biggest blue eyes on the planet. He is sweet as they come and loves cheese pizza like his mom. Also known as, “Christophee” and “Pookey”. Used to LOVE tomatoes but is now a total hater (Which I can TOTALLY blame on Jon.).
Youngest son of Jon and I. Known as “Bug”. Matthew passed away in 2003 at 3 months, from SIDS. Sadly, I’ll never know if he liked tomatoes or not. I like to think that he would adore them.
The newest wee addition to our family and another boy (because my husband is apparently the only double Y chromosome male in existence). Born May ’09. Known as “Butterbean” “Little Sweetpea” and “Little Button”.
If I have anything to say about it this kid WILL like tomatoes. I’ll do anything it takes to get one person in my house who likes them besides me and If I have to lie, steal, cheat, kill, as God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again!!!
Wait…what were we talking about again? Um…I don’t know nothin’ about birthin’ no babies Miss Scarlett???!
Ugh. I give up. Just know this kid is ADORED and we love him to bits and pieces whether he ends up liking tomatoes or not.
Wilbur: *Wilbur sadly passed away in 2009. It about killed me. But it also means that Jonathan has agreed to let me finally get my dream dog-a white and fluffy maltese and let his dream of a big outside dog remain a dream. :)
Our Cat. Rescued from our then unfinished basement as a tiny kitten. Wilbur is a girl. Yes, I knew this when I named her. Jonathan does not care for my cat. I think she’s fabulous. I could live without her humping everything that moves, however. (She’s kinda slutty.) Does not eat tomatoes but I am convinced that she passed an STD onto my crop last summer.