I have a PhD in Molecular Engineering, an Olympic gold medal in swimming, and am a recent winner of Miss United States. I play six instruments, write award-winning novels and recently trained my dog to read.
I’m married and spend a significant portion of my time barefoot, so I figured that title was as descriptive as any. I thought the title was a funny take-off on “barefoot and pregnant”, and originally wrote an extremely clever “About Me” based on that. Then I showed it to the hubby, who ummed and uhhhed his way out of telling me that it sucked. So, moving on…
The husband and I are brand-spankin’-new newlyweds, married in January 2010. I’m way too young to get married, according to a knowledgeable grocery store clerk who recently told me so, and my husband is a whole ‘nother year younger than me! Perhaps demonstrating that lack of maturity was the fact that we had a mechanical bull at our wedding, but in my opinion, it was perfect. That and the fact that I was blessed enough to marry my best friend, of course.
Our household includes one uncoordinated cat that’s convinced he’s a dog and one dog who lets the cat boss her around. We sometimes force them to play together for after-dinner entertainment.
I raced through school, avoiding work whenever possible, and graduated college in two years flat. The plan was to immediately go to law school, but since when does life go according to plan? God turned my life upside down by introducing me to the love of my life, and I decided my law school scholarship could wait, much to my parents’ chagrin.
My most recent job was as a chess teacher, where I was hired because of my incredible aptitude for chess. Except for not. When I taught chess to elementary schoolers, I would frequently have to Google the chess terms in the lesson plan before class. Then I would spend much of the class explaining what “diagonal” means, and never getting around to teaching whatever the heck “en passant” does, much to my relief.
I am even less qualified for my current job as an SAT tutor. I failed to even attend a fair amount of my high school math classes, much less study, so my employment mystifies me, particularly when you take into account the fact that I answered the sample math question incorrectly in my interview. On my first day I also told a student that you don’t always have to go to college to be successful. I am employed by a major test-prep company that shall remain nameless, but just so you know, I really do think it’s better than its’ competitors. How’s that for brand loyalty?
I’m California born-and-raised, but grew up in Bakersfield, also commonly referred to as Texas-West. It’s a land of oilfields and country music, and a night dancing at Buck Owen’s Crystal Palace always ranks highly in my book. I followed my husband to the San Francisco Bay Area and am still wondering just what exactly happened.
We live in a tiny, old apartment so my husband can commute to the city (That’s what we Bay Area folk call it, “the city”, not San Francisco, you obvious tourist). Half of the doors didn’t close and most of the appliances didn’t work when we moved in, but the large cracks crossing the entire ceiling and multiple walls served to reassure us.
I blog about adjusting to married life, my husband’s idiosyncrasies (naturally, I have none), home-making successes and disasters, and Bay Area driving, along with whatever else comes my way. Join me in my attempt to figure it all out.
Confession: I had to Google PhD to find out which letters to capitalize. Google and I are close friends.