Best Dog Ever? Yes.

The best decision I made was to smuggle in this white fluffy monster into our house one January.

Four years ago today a white, floppy-eared, speckled and lumpy gutted doggy named Linus was born.

Happy Birthday little man!

There's supposed to be some magic at play today

It's 11/11/11.

It's major somehow, and yet at the same time, it's just another day.

I even missed my chance to wish at 11:11 am.

Fail at wishing.

Instead I am busy writing a letter to a dead girl.

A friend of mine is celebrating the birthday of her dead daughter. Had she not taken her own life as a teenager, she would have been 23-years-old today.

The loss of a child is something I cannot even imagine.

The loss of a child whose pain was so much so that she couldn't bear to live anymore? Heartbreaking.

My friend, J, takes her cards and presents and lays it at a little memorial.

So I write.

I write for my friend a letter to her daughter, and hope that J can somehow take comfort in knowing that there are people who are thinking of her daughter even though she is gone.

The way we mourn for our own is different for everyone.

I do not speak to the dead. For me they are too far beyond my reach for them to even hear what I have to say.

These gestures, of memorials and letters and gifts are to bring us comfort. They are for us to make sure we never forget. These words are for the living.

And so I write.

But maybe, with whatever magic is at at play today, my message might get through somehow.

Strawberries, Angels and Panda Pumpkin Carving

All things considered this weekend was a lot of fun.

And the Rangers won last night. The series is tied 2-2. Keep it up rangers!

Also...I'm really bad at HTML editing for pictures. So they're kinda just lumped in there. Ha.

Let's Explore, Shall We?

I'm a super nerd when it comes to Astronomy (not to be confused with Astrology which one of my friends is obsessed with @Viv_Status give her your sign and she'll analyze you like woah).

I remember once there was going to be a planetary alignment visible for one night only and I made my roommate get up at four in the morning and go out in the cold looking for a place in the city that we could look into the sky and see it.

We lived in London, there were too many lights. We saw nothing. We ended up walking back to our dorm and going to sleep.

I am that person. I will force you to come and watch cosmic events with me--or at the very least try.

Last night we had a quick run through for a performance we're going to be putting on this Sunday. It was late and I drove one of the girls home because she doesn't live too far from my house. We were listening to the radio and they announced something about a meteor shower coming up.

I got all excited and was like "oooh I want to see that!" She didn't seem too keen and we got quiet again.

After a few moments she spoke.

"Jenny?"

"What's up Monica?"

"Do you believe in aliens?"

I laughed. "No. I don't."

"A lot of people do. My mom says she saw a UFO once."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Quiet again.

"Jenny?"

"Yeah?"

"I think people shouldn't go in space. They're just being 'presentao' (or presentado, which is Puerto Rican for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong) what are they going to do in space?"

I laughed and couldn't help but agree with her.

From the mouths of babe; NASA you're being 'presentao' go home and do something productive.

Now, I get it. The human race has this innate desire to explore and explore until there is nothing left to look at, nothing new to find. The beauty of space is that it goes on forever and ever (amen).

It makes me wonder though about the rest of us.

What do we do with that desire to seek new frontiers?

Do we just dream about going new places? Or do we actually do something about it?

Do we ever even take the time to explore the unknown places around us?

I know myself and I know that I've fallen into a routine. I don't wander around my own city looking for the new and interesting. I just goes to the same places every day and every week.

I am looking to change that.

When you have several blogs

You tend to neglect them all.

I have bet going with a friend of mine.

I bet him that the Texas Rangers are going to win the World Series.

He bet that the St. Louis Cardinals are going to win.

Who will be right?

Me, dammit. That's who.

I don't have anything major riding on this game. He's knows I have no money so we didn't make a monetary wager. Besides money isn't as fun as say, SENDING ME FLOWERS or having to write an epic blog about his awesomeness--which won't happen since I will win.

Currently the Series is tied 1-1 and I'm desperate for the Rangers to win if not for the flowers or possibly a panda pillow pet, then simply because the Cardinals suck and I'm a bitter Cubs fan.

And I need him to shut the eff up about how awesome the Cards are.

Things You Should Never Tell People

"My poop was green today."

"Midgets really freak me out."

"I confuse Michigan and Wisconsin."

"Oh, I'm writing a novel."

Especially not the last one.

Because when you tell people you're working on a novel they seem to expect you to be constantly working on it and finishing it sometime soon.

I find myself feeling as if I'm not doing it right and incredibly nervous that it's not even going to be good. Especially when they ask the dreaded, "what's it about?"

Because so far every reaction I've gotten to the plot has been, "oh."

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

holy crap

The thing about the internet is that everything you do, seems to just float around out there forever.

I have too many blogs under my belt.