Wow, I haven't written on this website in over two years. I was really worried about anyone coming to my page and not seeing my pleading to be reunited with my loving dog D.J. so I stopped coming here and started waiting for the e-mail responses. It wasn't meant to be, I suppose, but I still want to believe she is with a loving family somewhere.



In my time away from the site I have fully embraced a new obsession. I am undoubtedly a bigger, more obsessive fan of the zombie genre than… Continue

I have recently lost my dog D.J. Or, as we call her, Baby D. Her name stands for Dachsundicus Jiganticus because she looks like a giant weiner dog. Originally, though, I meant for it to mean Dutchess Judy because I thought the dog from Fox and the Hound was named Duke. Really, though, she is a full-bred Golden Retriever on her mother's side and a full-bred Basset Hound on her father's side. She has been registered as lost at http://www.petharbor.com/… Continue

You could say that I'm a little...Type A. That's not to say that my neuroses follow what society would like me to be Type A about but I have those tendencies nonetheless.



Let's talk a little bit about being Type A first. There are two basic strategies: To approach success OR To avoid failure. You can be the best by beating everyone out or you can be the best by being the only one not to fail. Either way--you win. What I like about being Type A is that I win; who doesn't like it? Who… Continue

Ok, I'm sorry to those of you who read this and know me in real life but Albuquerqians - Jamaican Me Angry!



I have not bothered to ride a bike in our great Duke City for quite some time on the basis that at 12 years old you are unable to protect yourself from 2 undeniable sources of harm: The Law and Everyone Else.



First of all, the Law does not allow for bikers to ride on sidewalks because bicycles are considered motorized vehicles. Yeah, at the athletic age of 12 at… Continue

Today was the first official day of volunteering I have done in...FOREVER. Really, not since the tenth grade have I bothered to step forward and do my civic duty. And not until today has it been so easy to be needed somewhere--even if you're not getting paid or forced to live with someone.



Today me and Sarah went to Talking Talons bat, bird, and reptile refuge in Tijeras. It is located off of scenic Route 66 (NM SR 333) just East of the Tijeras village and west of Moriarity on the… Continue