Hi, I'm back. Ready to communicate with the 4 people that have subscribed to my blog eons ago to hear about an inept mother of many with three in diapers and a lot of laundry. You wouldn't really think this would be fodder worthy of 4 subscribers. Maybe you guys are really bored. Or think your life is the pits and my journey made you feel better about yours.
So since one of the people subscribed to this blog is dead, I'll just reintroduce myself to the remaining three of you. I'm old. 37 to be exact. More importantly, my children are getting oldER which means they are that much farther from having worn diapers and that much closer to moving out. Both very good things.
Jonathan is 16, a junior in high school, who attends a government school, aka Fine Arts Academy, where he brings back hilarious stories and very good grades. He's also a violinist, composer, guitarist. He's destined to be poor and philisophical and snobby. And I love him, a lot. His sense of humor is really pretty good. He could always fall back on being a comedian. As his mother, I've given him years of material.
Caroline is 14 and finishing 8th grade. She's still stormy, and moody, and blond. She's a cellist, she's got a great sense of humor when she chooses to use it, and this summer she'll be gone working as a nanny. This gives us a wonderful break from each other.
Charles is 12, violist, dependable, traditionalist, the spitting image of his father.
Oliver is 10, a violinist, great student, sparkly, bubbly, and loves to irritate. Caroline receives most of his attention and is rewards him with all the umbrage he longs for.
Gabriel is my son with a sense of style and art who does not enjoy activities that include sweat or sunlight. He turned down the deep sea fishing trip. However, had he been told his Grand-dad was coming along on the deep sea fishing trip, I think he would have gone. The child adores his grand-dad and the feelings are pretty mutual, I think. He plays the cello, draws rather well, and makes straight A's. He is 8, and I've decided I'll keep him a few more years anyway.
Vivian got through a pretty serious illness that lasted for nearly 3 years. Before the illness she was feisty, headstrong, and joyful. After the illness she's clingy, needy, timid, insecure, and will get very ill very quickly if parted from me long. She's willing to endure the most boring hours of waiting in order to be always with me. And she's a just turned 7 year old dolly.
We live in Austin, Texas because 3 years ago my husband Jon was offered a position with the same company he's been with nearly 15 years now, and an executive re-lo package, and we thought, Austin sounds cool.
Austin is cool. Very cool..and windy..and hot, incidentally. We attend an awesome church, we have a very satisfactory circle of friends (though we miss our Atlanta crowd LIKE CRAZY) and all in all, life is pretty good. And different. Definitely different.
In the summer of 2011 I decided it was time to go back to school to become a doctor, as in, an MD. Because I'm bored and seeking fulfillment. No, not really. But I've gotten the opportunity to experience a lot of the brokenness of western medicine, and I'd like an opportunity to make that brokeness more whole for a community of people beyond the reaches of hospitals...but hopefully not beyond the reaches of hot water, because I'm exceedingly fond of hot showers in the morning.
In order to make my education as drawn out as possible I first attended and graduated from the Lauterstein-Conway School of Massage and got my license as a massage therapist. I really enjoy being a massage therapist except when I don't. :) I'll leave that part to your imagination since there's that whole client therapist confidentiality thing. Anyway, I got my license so I could expand my knowledge base of osteopathy via The Jones Institute which you can google if you really are curious. And in order to take their courses and eventually stand for the 3 day exam to get certified you must be a massage therapist, or an OT or a PT. So there you have it.
Then I went on to St. Edward's University, an awesome private school here in Austin, where I'm majoring in Biochemistry, because I'm a glutton for punishment and that is the hardest degree they offer, so I thought, great! Sign me up.
And that's where this blog re-begins. My adventures as a wife, mother and pre-med student. If you're looking for inspiration, I suggest you move on. If you are looking for laughs and an opportunity to better appreciate your personal sanity and the quality of your existence, look no farther. I hope to provide you ample opportunities for all of that. And much, much more.
Monday, May 13, 2013
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