About Me - Bio

Bio

Do you really think anyone cares what is on your mind?

Judging by the fact that people return to this site daily, leave comments, and send me emails. I would have to say yes.

So why did you start this site?

Honestly, because telling the same thing over and over again gets boring. It was and still is the easiest way for people to keep track of what I was doing when I went away to college. It made people happy when they were able to see that I rocked out in Dr. Levinson's class. I wish I hadn't of lost all of my old diary entries from high school and Georgia. I really did rock out in Dr. Levinson's class.

The following was done to hopefully stop most of the strange emails.

Having gone through the pain and shock of being born, I have to say this life thing isn't half bad. I was born to a great family that has grown and expanded.

October 1977 - I was born.

I was born in the suburbs of a major metropolitan city and lived there for nine and a half years of my life. During those nine years I travelled a tremendous amount, thanks to my father's job at the time.

At age nine my father retired and we moved six months later. It wasn't very traumatic. We moved to Florida. It was a time where I loved the California Raisins' cover versions of Motown hits. Everything was alright, almost. I didn't really like my first teacher down there. Thankfully I only had less than four months of her. I met many good friends during the teen years of my life and I still keep in contact with some of them.

May 1995 - I graduated from high school.

From there I moved to Georgia for a year and happened to begin my news related career. I worked at a newspaper there as their webmaster. It was fun, but I was severely limited creation wise. The area in which I went to school was populated mainly by the religious right and too much change could be hazardous. I made some good friends while there. Including Shantae (my roommate), Calhoun, Mark, and Russell. These are the people I still keep in contact with, though some more sporadicly than others.

March 1997 - I moved to New Hampshire.

I attended Keene State College in the Fall of 1997. I found that the people at this particular school were very "New England-centric" for my taste. Most of the people that I encountered had never been out of New England and were very naive about the rest of the country and the planet for that matter. I did try to find people, but I found that almost impossible. Needless to say, I left after one semester and transferred to UNH M.

That was a bit better. They closed my original major and then limited my classes for my current major. The final straw with UNH M was when UNH refused to grant me in-state status after living there for more than the required year. After one really detailed letter was sent to many members of the university, I left. Subsequently, I am without degree. I have over 8 years of experience in web and graphics development. That tends to count for something. I have seriously thought about returning to school to finish a degree in Computer Science. I am also toying with the idea of getting my certifications. Now that there are web development certifications, it might be a good thing.

December 1997 - We adopted Skittles the cat.

She was adopted from the local SPCA. Her name was the name she went into the SPCA with. We didn't feel right changing it, so we kept it. Skittles has since become world famous due to her website. www.skittlescam.com It is a site for the webcams located in our home. It's a fun and informative site. Feel free to visit, even if you don't like cats. Her diary and image archives are quite amusing. I've even heard reports of people forgetting dinner they were so amused by it.

June 1999 - I married Josh.

We'd been together for quite some time before then, and had been friends before that. We did not have a lavish wedding, we just decided to get married, and about two weeks later we were married. Honeymoon was spent on our boat.

That's about all I feel like divulging. Hope that was enough to satisfy everyone. If not, sorry. You'll just have to wait. Why not read the diary, it might be a little more exciting... you never know.