Hmmm… where do I start? Well, I live in smack dab between Galveston and Houston. I’m 40ish, have one sweet daughter, a new little boy, a wonderful husband and I drink entirely too much wine. Well, maybe just enough wine. Or not enough – depends on the day.
Chuck and I waited to have kids until we were over 30; probably our most grown-up decision ever. When we had Ava, we had been married for almost 10 years and had traveled a lot and grew tired of drinking for recreation like the rest of our crew. We both felt like it was now or never and a year and a half after trying we were blessed with the happiest child on the planet. I often wonder if she’s mine.
Since Ava came along, our world has vastly changed. Those party people are still at it and we are no longer friends. That’s not a bad thing. But we aren’t necessarily what you would call ‘kid people’ and find it hard to associate with those who are. It’s a sticky situation to be in sometimes and makes finding new friends hard, but I don’t apologize for who I am.
Despite us not being ‘kid people,’ after 10 years of enjoying our little family of three, we decided it was time to do it all over again. We are now expecting a little boy in late July. So, we are good at keeping up with life changing events on a decade by decade basis.
On the job front, I worked at NASA as a contractor from 1998-2010 doing a gamut of jobs. I did project management, astronaut training, technical writing, education outreach and public affairs. While I loved the work, I realized that the politics were too much for me to handle. After consulting for a large aerospace company that probably built the last plane you flew on, I left to work at a public relations firm where I focused on commercial space clients. After a few years, one of those clients hired me on full time. Taking that job was the best decision I’ve ever made in my career.
I’ve got a master’s in professional writing and applied design. I’m an Air Force veteran and got great benefits for school so it was essentially free. In one of my master’s classes, I had to read Virginia Woolf. From that I realized I’m an existentialist. Kind of. At least I related to her, which is rare because I don’t relate to most people well at all. Too bad she’s dead and all that.
I also wrote and illustrated a children’s book for my final master’s project. It’s about a princess that goes to space. I’ve pitched it to one publisher unsuccessfully. I’m now too nervous to do anything else with the damn thing…
Other than that, I have the attention span of a gnat. I can’t decide who or what I want to be when I grow up. I’m a Jane of all trades and master of one or two.