Hey there! Wow, I’m so glad to see you again! I thought today I would tell you a little more about me so you have a better “picture” of who this Heather chick is. Be warned: this post has turned into a little bit of a novel. I thought about shortening it, but decided I liked it as is. So make a cup of tea or pour a glass of wine and settle in.
Although I was born in San Francisco, we moved to Seattle when I was eight so I consider Seattle my home town (shout out to my old ‘hood, Ballard!). I am the older of two girls born in fairly quick succession. It’s hard to say whether or not my sister and I were close while we were growing up. On the one hand, we did fight: there were the black eyes I gave her and once we engaged in a pepper spray and knife fight while our parents weren’t home. That resulted in a custom made paddle (with holes drilled in it for aerodynamics) whose sole purpose was to scare the bejeezus out of us as we listened to its creation in the basement workshop. It was never used on us and I still have it to this day, hanging as a decorative reminder of how stupid and petty two (high school aged!) girls can be. I believe the fight began as a disagreement over lyrics to an INXS song.
On the other hand, there were the happy times we spent together. We shared clothes (not always willingly), we shared friends, we went to parties and school dances together, and hung out at Denny’s until all hours together with our shared friends. I like to think there were far more of those getting-along times than I-can’t-stand-you-I-wish-you-were-never-born times. As adults, we are the best of friends and it makes me sad that she lives 3,000 miles away. Hi sissy–love you!
Mom and Dad
My parents are also 3,000 miles away and I miss them every day, too. My dad and I text each other, but my mom thinks that’s too impersonal and so prefers the phone. I am not a phone person so–I know this is going to sound terrible–I have to make myself pick it up and dial. I don’t do it often enough. I’m sure it makes me a terrible daughter that my mom calls me more than I call her. This summer will be their 50th wedding anniversary and my sister is planning a big shindig. It has been a few years since we’ve traveled to Seattle and I am beyond excited to be planning another homecoming. Hi Mom and Dad–love you!
I become a wife
I met my husband on my 22nd birthday when my roommate introduced me to her boyfriend’s college buddy visiting from Vermont. I happened to be waiting for my then-boyfriend to call me from prison (yep, true story!) to wish me a happy birthday. It was a call that came a day late, by the way! That day, though, I made the decision to tell that boyfriend that I was going to start seeing other people. He was understanding. Six years later, I was walking down the aisle with Mr. Vermont and two weeks after returning from our honeymoon, we were on the road to start our life together in Vermont.
And then there were four
Three years later, little Bronwen came into the world, and three years after that, little Oliver made his appearance. My pregnancies were terrible and I hated all but the middle trimesters of both of them, but the end results made the terrifying three-month-long first trimester hemorrhaging in BOTH pregnancies (terrifying because I had several miscarriages both before and between Bronwen and Oliver) and the extreme discomfort in the last trimesters absolutely worthwhile. My children are my life and at 17 and 14 now, they are marvelous young adults who make us proud every single day.
Proud to be a nurse
I attended nursing school in Seattle while my husband and I were dating. It was a two-year degree offered by a community college and for 16 years I was content to practice under the limited scope of that degree. That all changed when, at age 44, a very bad experience working under an even worse manager caused me to rethink just exactly what I wanted out of my career. I knew that my two-year degree was holding me back, so I enrolled in a program to complete a 4-year nursing degree and two years later, voila!, I was a baccalaureate nurse! But wait, there’s more! I was in the groove, I was addicted to learning, I didn’t want to stop. So I enrolled in graduate school. I’ve just finished my first year and I’m having the time of my life.
So that’s me in a (long!) nutshell. Thank you again for spending some time with me and I’ll see you again next week!