I'm a mom. I have 2 sons: Drew, who is my favorite, and Nick, who is also my favorite. My husband, Andy, is a police officer. I take lots of pictures, and I like to think that they're good. I scrapbook. Oh, and I also work full time in a veterinary diagnostic laboratory. Currently my biggest desire is to find land available and build a house far out in the country, no neighbors nearby, with space for a herd of cattle and a big veggie garden.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Someone's Having a Birthday!
It's me! I'm having the birthday! Yippee!
Do I sound like a little kid? I do? Probably because I feel like one on my birthday. I know that as you grow up and get older birthdays aren't supposed to be exciting anymore, and I guess it's not as exciting as it was when I was, say, 8. But it's still fun.
Debra had the idea that I should get the boys to write my birthday post. I love the idea! However, they were already in bed by the time I got her comment, and I won't see them until this evening, so perhaps I'll get them to write a post another day. Soon. Look for that, OK? In the meantime...
I am 33 years old. I was born August 15, 1974, to a mother who was in a (medically) drug-induced sleep after many hours of labor and a father who was in the parking lot moving the car. I believe the only people that actually witnessed my birth were the hospital personnel! But that's alright--I don't remember it, anyway. I was Mom and Dad's first child. Boy, were they in for a treat!
My mom really wanted a little girl. You know, for pink dresses and dolls and girly kind of stuff. That lasted, ummmm, until I could make my own decisions. I'm not a pink dress and doll kind of girl, really. I'd be better described as a tomboy. It served me well for life in the country--I was happiest with the animals or roaming the fields and woods. I was never afraid to get dirty, and did farm chores from an early age. When I was a teenager, my dad was interviewed for the employee spotlight section of his company newsletter. In it, he referred to me as his first born son. Yes, he did. I still have the newsletter somewhere.
I did well in school without much effort. If I had really tried I probably could have done even better. I didn't do as well in college without much effort--it took my first semester and a GPA I'd never, ever seen before to teach me that I wasn't as brilliant as I figured I was. After that I applied myself and did well. I graduated from college in 1996 with a degree in agriculture, and after a few months at home I landed the job I have now and moved 2 hours from my parents and into an apartment that I shared with no one but a cat named Sally. I married Andy 3 years later, I was nearly finished with a masters degree 2 years after that when I found out I was pregnant with Drew. No more school for me! 2 more years and Nicholas came along, and now, well, here I am.
I have a good life. I have a good husband and 2 wonderful little boys. I have a job that pays the bills and a nice home and a nice vehicle and food in my pantry. I have a great, supportive family, and a handful of really good friends.
And I'm only 33.
Just think of how wonderful my life will be in 33 more years if I keep on going like this!
Do I sound like a little kid? I do? Probably because I feel like one on my birthday. I know that as you grow up and get older birthdays aren't supposed to be exciting anymore, and I guess it's not as exciting as it was when I was, say, 8. But it's still fun.
Debra had the idea that I should get the boys to write my birthday post. I love the idea! However, they were already in bed by the time I got her comment, and I won't see them until this evening, so perhaps I'll get them to write a post another day. Soon. Look for that, OK? In the meantime...
I am 33 years old. I was born August 15, 1974, to a mother who was in a (medically) drug-induced sleep after many hours of labor and a father who was in the parking lot moving the car. I believe the only people that actually witnessed my birth were the hospital personnel! But that's alright--I don't remember it, anyway. I was Mom and Dad's first child. Boy, were they in for a treat!
My mom really wanted a little girl. You know, for pink dresses and dolls and girly kind of stuff. That lasted, ummmm, until I could make my own decisions. I'm not a pink dress and doll kind of girl, really. I'd be better described as a tomboy. It served me well for life in the country--I was happiest with the animals or roaming the fields and woods. I was never afraid to get dirty, and did farm chores from an early age. When I was a teenager, my dad was interviewed for the employee spotlight section of his company newsletter. In it, he referred to me as his first born son. Yes, he did. I still have the newsletter somewhere.
I did well in school without much effort. If I had really tried I probably could have done even better. I didn't do as well in college without much effort--it took my first semester and a GPA I'd never, ever seen before to teach me that I wasn't as brilliant as I figured I was. After that I applied myself and did well. I graduated from college in 1996 with a degree in agriculture, and after a few months at home I landed the job I have now and moved 2 hours from my parents and into an apartment that I shared with no one but a cat named Sally. I married Andy 3 years later, I was nearly finished with a masters degree 2 years after that when I found out I was pregnant with Drew. No more school for me! 2 more years and Nicholas came along, and now, well, here I am.
I have a good life. I have a good husband and 2 wonderful little boys. I have a job that pays the bills and a nice home and a nice vehicle and food in my pantry. I have a great, supportive family, and a handful of really good friends.
And I'm only 33.
Just think of how wonderful my life will be in 33 more years if I keep on going like this!
