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Just
A Little About Myself...
June 22, 2006
So more than likely, if you're here, you probably already know me--at least a little bit, and perhaps are looking for some insight into "Who am I?" You're curious.
It's insightful to hear how people end the sentence"Hi my name is _________ and I am...." At various points in the past I might have answered something like: "I'm a UCSD student" or "I am a computer science major" or "I'm a software engineer" or "a senior at FHSl!!!!" or "a bit of a geek" or some-such. But all of those are temporal; they change over time--if you stop being that, does it change your identity? At church they've been teaching us to place our identity in Christ--you never stop being a "Child of God" and "a servant of the Lord Most High" will still apply regardless of whether you change professions.
But I know you're dying to know just a little bit more about me than that I'm a child of God...so here you have it, my life story:
ps. my apologies the color is pretty horrific on some of these photos--its amazing how after 20 years (or more or less in some cases) photographs, if they weren't really good quality inks, tend to get a little discolored beyond the point of repair.
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California child at heart, I was born at home (not in a hospital like most kids these days are) in a really small town in the foothills of the Sierras. We lived in the only house on our street, and had a huge backyard that was full of beautiful Redwood trees and slightly less beautiful poison oak.
Baby Jessica and her Mommy |
I was an only child for the first two and a half years of my life, but we had two big Siberian Huskies, Dondie and Boris, my parents, and various relatives coming to visit every now and then, so I wasn't completely alone.
Pictured (on our patio): Great Granny Bruce, Mama, Me, Granny, the dogs, Aunt Gloria |
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And then life got even better. My only sister Lindsay was born. From then on, I had someone to play with.
Jessica, Mama, and baby Lindsay |
Not too long after that we moved into the city, Chico. We only lived in Chico for about a year; Chico was pretty hot (at least in the summer), but we lived in a house which had these really fun closets that you could walk all the way from one end to of the room to the other through, and an even more amazing yard, with plenty of space to play, filled with plum trees and berry vines, filling me with a life-long enjoyment of fruit--that is, when Dondie didn't shake the fruit out of the tree the moment it was ripe and devour it herself.
Our Yard in Chico |
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One time I was playing with Dondie, teasing her with food, and then not giving her the food, and she bit me and I had to get stitches. I don't really remember it at all, but that's what my mom said happened. The second time she bit me she had to be put to sleep. So that's what that scar on my cheek is from. And Boris died of old age. So by the time we left Chico there were no more doggies to take with us :( .
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From there we moved down to San Diego County, which by comparison, seemed pretty cold to us, having came from Chico, despite what the locals said about 85 being "beautiful" weather. San Diego was a great place. My aunt Liz lived in San Diego, so she'd come over to play with us all the time, and that was so much fun. |
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.I went to preschool at the YMCA. One of my most vivid memories of preschool was getting to go swimming at school. I still love swimming, even today.
I also started kindergarten in San Diego; I was very excited about getting to ride the big yellow school bus! |
And then we moved, for the last time for quite some, back up to Northern California, to Tiburon, where Grandma lived. We |
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My family is not your normal family, but they're all pretty cool in their own unique ways. How many people, for example, can say their Grandmother was an Anesthesiologist? ....Back before women in medicine was a common practice. Not to mention Granny met Grandpa Jack when she was studying Medicine at Northwestern. They relocated to California when she got her internship at a hospital in Santa Rosa. |
And how many people you know plan river-rafting for their wedding-reception? My aunt, Gloria, did. :-) |
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