I live near Denver, Colorado and have a dog named Jonesy, a cat named Oliver and a couple small aquariums full of fish. Jonesy is a 3 and a half year old mutt (Australian Shepherd/Plott mix). He is quite a character and is generally a very mellow dog. He does not like it when people swear - he *will* jump up and get into your face and try to calm you down. I suspect he would make a good therapy dog with training.
Oliver is a 9 year old medium-haired black cat and I adopted him about a year ago. He's another easy-going type of pet. He lets any dog he encounters come right up and get in his face to say hi. He has only swatted Jonesy once and it was after Jonesy trampled him when I came home from work and Jonesy started jumping up and down in excitement.
I'm 28 years old and I have no kids. As of right now, I don't plan to and there are various reasons as to why. This is a source of disappointment to my mom, who refers to my dog as her only grandson and casually mentions how she has no grandkids. I have an older brother and younger sister who also have no kids right now. I don't know if she'll ever get the grandchildren she wants out of them, but I try not to let it concern me.
I am definitely a bit of a nerd as I love science and history. Basically, I like to read and learn on an continual basis, even beyond school. Speaking of, I went to university for 3 years and then decided I wasn't on the course I wanted to be on and quit. As of now, I do plan to go back to school to either finish my degree or possibly a technical school to get into the veterinary technician field.
Additionally, I'm a huge fan of Star Trek and find myself referencing events that happened in an episode I've recently watched, much to the annoyance of people around me. I try to keep my references reigned in, but sometimes it's hard. I do the same with the educational podcasts I listen to, something comes up in a conversation that reminds me of something I learned recently in a podcast and I can't help but mention it.
And last, but certainly not least, I am a huge klutz. I frequently have cuts, scrapes or scabs somewhere on my body. I don't bruise easily, which is fortunate or my co-workers would be liable to think I'm being abused. I trip over things on a daily basis, I bump into things all the time. When I was younger, this bothered me, but I've come to accept it: both my parents are shall we say, less than graceful, so I am going to be for the rest of my life too.
The most recent ridiculous way in which I hurt myself was during cleaning out my apartment ahead of moving out. I had all the drawers in the kitchen pulled out because I had wiped them out and wanted to be sure they were dried out before I closed them. I dropped my sponge on the floor and managed to raise up into an open drawer with my hip. A little later on, I went to the freezer to get some ice to put on the hip. As I was getting ice out of the tray, I sliced my finger open on a piece of ice! I pretty much don't know anyone else who has ever managed to hurt themselves with a piece of frozen water, so it made me feel pretty talented.
I could probably go on for quite a bit longer about things that for all I know, bore other people to tears. However, I'll call this a good introduction. As for the blog, I plan on just writing about whatever strikes my fancy. In parting, here's a picture of my dog and cat napping:
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