Meet & Greet

Considering I wanted to use my blog as a place to vent, I haven't quite decided whether I really wanted to "expose" who I/we are.  But then I realized, I have 2 readers...so what the hell does it matter?  I still can't figure out how to set this thing up and make it cute, with a little description of "us" on the side.  So I'll just publish another post.
Growing up I wasn't sure if I wanted to be barbie, a professional wrestler, a baywatch babe, or an international lawyer.  I know...I was a little confused, and really bought into the whole "you can be anything you want to be when you grow up" bullshit line your parents give you.  I'm still trying to figure this out today, and I'm rapidly approaching thirty.  Not something I really want to discuss.  What I did realize is that I did find someone as equally disturbing, maybe even more so in some cases, than myself.  And he is now my life partner, roommate, spouse, bitch, husband, domestic companion...or my favorite: my TAG TEAM partner.  Looks like I get to be a little bit of that wrestler I always wanted to be. ; )
I will most likely refer to him as Man Meat or Jrock on here, but since you all know me...you know his real name anyways.
Here are few of my favorite photos of my heterosexual life partner:

I know, I know...I'm a lucky guy.  I think for now I'll claim him.  I also plan to write about our emo dog, Rollins; but I should probably see if I can get a decent photo of him first.  Poor guy.

I'd like to write more but (per usual) an office skank has somehow put me in a bad mood.  Until I actually have something interesting or important to say, I guess I'll bid you farewell.