- Jay's sister Andrea, her husband David, and their new baby, Elizabeth, stayed with us for the past four days. We really loved having them. I don't think we did much the whole time they were here--Jay worked on their teeth and we went out to dinner once, but other than that, we just kinda hung out. I don't even know that we talked to each other all that much; it was just nice to be with family. You know?
- I learned that babies can be loud--their respiratory systems are tiny, but very efficient.
- I also learned that babies are precious. I might even want one.
- But only if its head is as perfectly shaped as Elizabeth's.
- My new job is going pretty well. I'm not crazy passionate about what I'm doing, but it's a good job. I often find, almost to my surprise, that I'm enjoying myself.
- Plus, I think they're paying me too much. It's hard for me to imagine that I'm worth anything much more than six bucks an hour. I keep waiting for my boss to call me into her office and tell me they've made a mistake.
- Until then, I'm going to keep flying under the radar.
- Oh, and while I'm being all tacky and talking about taboo things like salary, I got my first paycheck the other day.
- It was pretty exciting. "We're rich!" I crowed to Jay over the phone. I almost went and made it rain at Anthro.
- But then I realized we aren't rich.
- Actually, if you want the truth, our net worth will be in the red for a long, long time.
- It was a nice moment, though. You know, before reality came and crushed it.
- My family spent last week on a houseboat on Lake Powell. Without me.
- A week or two before that, they spent a week in California. Without me.
- Sometimes being the oldest is hard.
- I've been "sick" for over a month. Wheezy hacking cough, full (and overflowing) sinuses. Some days I feel fine; some days I really, really don't.
- (I say "sick" because it's a mostly functional sick. My self-diagnosis? Bronchitis and sinus infection. If you're reading this and your kids are in my nursery class, I swear I use hand sanitizer.)
- I've coughed so much that I've discovered muscles I never knew I had.
- (Technically, I did know I have them--I took three anatomy courses. They're called intercostals. I just really wanted to use that expression.)
- They are so sore that every cough has an "ow Ow OW!" tacked to the end of it.
- I've gone through the equivalent of three boxes of psuedoephedrine.
- You can only buy one box at a time. Apparently they make meth out of that stuff. I keep expecting the pharmacy guys to turn me over to the cops. Particularly when they ask me, "what size box would you like?" and I say, without fail, "the biggest one you've got."
- Maybe they can tell somehow, with their super-pharmacist-senses, that you can't fake stuffiness like what I've got. Seriously, I've been a mouth-breather these past few weeks.
- Lucy (cat) ate a spider the other day. I've never loved her more.
- That pretty well sums up my past two weeks. How were yours?
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Today was my first day of my first "real" job. The beginning of my career. I've been, in turns, longing for and dreading this for a long, long time. I've spent 20 years working toward this day--sometimes thinking (or hoping) it would never actually arrive.
But here I am. I don't know what I'm doing, but so far it doesn't bother me. I'm being paid ridiculous amounts of money (well, far more than I've ever made, anyway). It's kind of exciting. So even though today was rather surreal--in a looking-at-things-underwater type way--I think this is going to be a good experience.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Last weekend, we went to visit Jay's family in Louisiana so that we could meet up with Jay's sister, Andrea, and our new niece, Elizabeth. She is beautiful and soft and wiggly. She has a perfectly shaped head and bright blue eyes. I love her.
Andrea was kind enough to let me steal her baby for an hour so I could practice taking pictures.
We had fun, Elizabeth and I.
Okay, so mostly I. But I like to think she enjoyed it, too.
The whole "Aunt" thing is still new to me. I have two other nieces and a brand new nephew, and it's only just now starting to sink in.
Maybe it's because I "married into" being an aunt. Spending Christmas with my two oldest nieces, though, sealed the deal.
I love being an aunt.
I can be proud of the little tykes, play with them, brag about them...
But when they cry, I can just hand them back to their moms.
It's kinda like being a grandparent, but without all that raising-your-own-kids stuff. Not that I'm opposed to having kids.
Especially if they look like this.
Thanks, Andrea, for letting me take pictures of your baby. And for letting me post them so I can brag on my niece.
And most of all...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
As of 5/8/2010, I am no longer a student. I feel somewhat conflicted about this, as "student" has been a label I've comfortably worn for, basically, my entire life. And so, even though I view graduation ceremonies as a chore and the black cap and gowns as comical, when it was all over, I didn't want to part with my costume with its jaunty black cap, my last shred of enrolled student-hood.
My supportive mom and dad flew out to visit us in San Antonio for the event. I'm so grateful for my parents and the emphasis they placed on education. College was never an option--it was always an expectation. And they never set limits on what they expected or what we could achieve.
Our Lady of the Lake University caters to minorities. I have mixed feelings about this, but I know that for many it's a good thing. During her speech, the university president asked all of the graduates to stand who were the first in their families to receive a college education. At least half of the black-robed figures rose.
Education has been such a large part of my heritage that it was difficult for me to imagine life in their shoes. I was impressed, particularly as I realized that these individuals had become transitional figures for their families, building the foundations of a legacy similar to the one I received from my parents and grandparents.
My mom is awesome. She's beautiful and classy. She's also unbelievably cold-blooded (as in, she's cold all the time. Not as in, murder.) Which is why she's wearing that very old, very comfortable zip-up hoodie on a semi-formal occasion--it was all she brought, and apparently the auditorium was chilly. I couldn't empathize, completely swathed in my black gown as I was.
My friend Beckie and I. My classmates were wonderful--I have a lot of admiration and respect for all of them.
Just in case you're bored, here's some closeups of my face. Nothing rekindles interest like a profile shot and a swinging tassel.
And just in case you happen to be on the fence about pursuing graduate education, just take a look at these sleeves. That ought to tip the scales.
(Notice I didn't say which way the scales would tip. That was intentional.)
Jay. Without whose support I wouldn't have done it. He enables and encourages, affirms and acknowledges.