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Just cause I love creating lists and do so for everything from what to pack (down to which pair of underwear) to to-do lists for work (or home, or life, or...). I'm a Sims2 junkie, an avid webbie, a fabulous speaker, and an enthusiastic traveler.

I blog, both of my travels and of my personal life, and I talk...about nothing in particular to no one in particular at no particular time.

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  • Shastakovitch - my current lovable kitty (otherwise known as Shasta, Shastafarian, Shastaburger, Doctor Meow, and a variety of other names).
  • Squidward - Shasta's twin brother who belongs to James. He is also commonly known as Squidwardian, Squid, and Agent Gray Nose (and currently is getting on my last nerve for playing in his water dish).
  • Clyde - "Stacy's" blue heeler that he brought to my parents' house in college (when he lived 3 hours away), dropped off, but still believes he can claim him as his own dog (keeping in mind that he was dropped off over a decade ago).
  • Rambo - our Australian shepard that drove my father insane by digging up his landscaping. He was bought to be a cattle dog but, as it turned out, was afraid of cows.
  • Pickledish - one of our beagles (named by yours truly) who was killed when running one day with Stacy when a car hit him. It gives me shivers to think how close that car came to hitting Stacy as well.
  • Fuzzball - Our first Persian and the only cat to win my father's heart.
  • Fred and Herman - the two subsequent Persians following Fuzzball, named by my brother Greg, so when people would hear him speaking of them, they would think he was intelligently talking about strange, small people.
  • Chewbacca and Magic - Jill's two Himalayan cats that I lived with in Manassas (as well as her bunny, three dogs, lots of fish, and two birds whose names I don't remember). Chewy was meant to come home with me as promised by Jill, but she broke that promise the day that I left and wouldn't let me take him (we were both heartbroken by it, as he slept with me and would wake me up every morning when he felt I'd snoozed long enough).
  • Pongo the Goat Dog (otherwise known as Jazz) - the poor dog that one of my senior-year roommates picked up from the pound, after they convinced her it was a full-blood dalmation (not even close). Once she realized he was just a mutt, she locked him into a cage all day while she went to class or whatever she did, so Brandi and I would take him out daily for runs and bathe him in Terri's expensive shampoos. When she and I moved out, imagine Terri's surprise when he ran away the first chance he had. Run free Pongo; run free.
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