There are two things you should know about me. 1) I hate paying for parking 2) I hate driving through Boston Here’s why I hate these things: Paid Parking The beauty of growing up in Roswell, New Mexico is that all residential neighborhoods are fair game for parking on the street, and no parking lot … Continue reading A Lesson In Karma
It’s the first day of Spring, and I couldn’t be happier! Back when I was living in New Mexico, I had no idea when Spring began. It wasn’t important because the weather didn’t change, except to get windier.* *Spring is the season of Dust in Roswell. If you think I’m lying, look at this … Continue reading Rebirth and Stuff
I apologize to non-avid tennis-fans, that you have to read about tennis YET AGAIN because that is all I seem to be able to write about anymore (conveniently not the case when I sit down to work on my thesis, which is also about tennis. Funny how that happens), but I have life lessons to share. JUST fyi, I had … Continue reading Pride comes before the fall
I guess all my bragging about the warm New Mexican weather triggered karma into effect because it has snowed. Behold my view yesterday morning: When the weatherman predicts snow in Roswell, we don’t believe it. Six inches? HA! But snow it did, perhaps not six inches, but enough to bless the children with a snow … Continue reading Run, Forest. Run.
I actually wanted my post on why New Hampshire is not like New Mexico to be focused on the following set of reasons, but I didn’t have time to write about it then, so I just posted pictures. I can wait no longer– everyday I am shocked just a little bit more. Don’t get me … Continue reading The only thing that’s green about Roswell is the aliens
They Call Me Fushilou 