{"id":263,"date":"2010-11-14T03:11:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-14T08:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/testingxmlfile.wordpress.com\/2010\/11\/14\/longest-24-years-of-my-life"},"modified":"2012-12-14T19:43:14","modified_gmt":"2012-12-15T00:43:14","slug":"longest-24-years-of-my-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/old.mindonmed.com\/2010\/11\/longest-24-years-of-my-life.html","title":{"rendered":"Longest 24 Years Of My Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

It has been brought to my attention that you nosy people<\/s>\u00a0the 3 people who read my blog would like to know more about me. Well, that’s just too dang bad – I’m going stealth – none of you will ever know my true identity.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Okay, that’s a lie and not only because I think anonymous blogging is dumb in the absence of supremely defined motives\u00a0(i.e. blogging about more important things than I ramble about here) – <\/em>it’s also a lie because I litter my Twitter (email my manager about pricing for white, female rapper appearances)\u00a0<\/strong>with links to this in the hopes my friends inside the internet will materialize into typing fingers.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

August 1986:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Bless mom & dad with best gift they would ever receive.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Uhhh, gift? Why do people call birthing a child a gift? It’s a blessing to be sure, but not a gift. You don’t pay for your own gifts, someone gives them to you, for free….no strings attached. Parents pay for kids, keep them alive, feed them, send them to college, make sure they turn into some sort of upstanding member of society (you might of dropped the ball on that one, parents)<\/em>….that’s not a gift. Or it better not be. If I get a Christmas gift that costs me an average of a quarter of a million dollars<\/span>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/span>over the course of the time I have it I will. be. pissed! I won’t get too worried about it, though,\u00a0my income is likely to increase over time!<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

Some Month 1989:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Parent’s Divorce<\/span><\/span>
\nSome Years Soon After:<\/span><\/span><\/strong>\u00a0Parent’s re-marry, shiny new step-parents gain step-child.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nAugust 1994:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Take\u00a03 month old baby sister to school as my “Show And Tell” (yes, really)<\/span><\/span>
\nAugust 1995: <\/strong>Baby sister #2 born.<\/span><\/span>
\n1995-2002:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Compete gymnastics, begin playing golf, begin playing the piano, quit playing the piano, begin playing the flute, quit playing the flute, forced to quit gymnastics, start cheerleading so I can still tumble, compete power tumbling & trampoline, join the golf team, suck at golf, get a little better at golf, have lots of fights with parents, gain and lose friends, begin hating home town, devise plan to get far, far away from home town<\/span><\/span>
\nAugust 2002:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Fail driving test. Throw a temper tantrum. Embarrass mother.<\/span><\/span>
\nNext Day August 2002:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Yell at DMV for computers crashing on such an important day.<\/span><\/span>
\nNext Day August 2002:<\/span><\/span><\/strong> Pass driving test. Receive\u00a0DL despite maturity level of toddler.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nNovember 2003: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Step-Dad needs lung transplant.<\/span><\/span>
\nDecember 2003: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Move in with Dad, Step-Mom, Youngest Sister.<\/span><\/span>
\nDecember 2003:\u00a0<\/strong>Mom, Step-Dad, Older Little Sister move to Houston.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nMay 2004: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Graduate High School.<\/span><\/span>
\nAugust 2004:<\/span><\/span><\/strong>\u00a0College 10 hrs away. Fulfill plan to get far, far away from hometown.<\/span><\/span>
\nSeptember 2005: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Receive phone call in airport at 5am after driving 4 hrs telling me my 58 year old Nana died of Breast Cancer. Change plans from going to say goodbye to going to bury someone far too young.<\/span><\/span>
\nMarch 2006: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Step-Dad gets new lungs.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nSeptember 2006: <\/strong>Choose to get serious about recovering from haunting chapter of life.<\/span><\/span>
\nNovember 2006: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Meet handsome lad. Stand on rock and declare Queendom (engagement story to be told in a later post<\/em>). Start dating handsome lad unofficially.<\/span><\/span>
\nDecember 2006: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Fall in love for the first time.<\/span><\/span>
\nJanuary 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Start dating handsome lad officially. Gain furry child #1.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nMarch 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Meet the family of Step-Dad’s organ donor. Life changed.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\nApril 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Become advocate of Organ Donation.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nMay 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Rescue furry child #2 from shelter.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nOctober 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Apply to Medical School for the first time.<\/span><\/span>
\nNovember 2007: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Begin this blog. Post once.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nFebruary 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Rejected from Medical School. Post in blog a second time.<\/span><\/span>
\nMarch 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Get furry child #3.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nApril 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Decide I will<\/strong> be a doctor. Take MCAT again. Question sanity.<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nMay 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Graduate college Magna Cum Laude with a Bachelor’s in Psychology.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nLate May 2008: <\/strong>Realize a Psyc BS provides me with absolutely not profitable skills.<\/span><\/span>
\nJune 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Begin working for a doctor. Question sanity.<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\nJuly 2008 – December 2008:\u00a0<\/strong>Question decision to enter medical field.<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\nDecember 2008: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Begin wearing large rock on left hand.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nFebruary 2009: <\/strong>Receive acceptance to medical school. Cry. Laugh. Freak out.<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\nMarch 2009: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Mom and Step-Dad divorce.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nJuly 2009: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Marry handsome lad in beautiful chapel.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nJuly 2009: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Begin medical school.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nAugust 2009: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Start fielding the “WHEN ARE YOU HAVING KIDS?!” question.<\/span><\/span>
\nMarch 2010: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Get SCUBA certification with handsome lad.<\/span><\/span>
\nMay 2010: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Post in blog again.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nOctober 2010: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Post 6th blog at this address.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\nJuly 2010: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Eat cake that is one year old. Almost puke.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\nNovember 2010: <\/span><\/span><\/strong>Bore all of blog-o-sphere with timeline of life.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
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\nNot really what you were hoping for? Too bad, this timeline was for me as much as it was for you. So, if you don’t read it screw you! Get off my @$(*&@! blog<\/s>\u00a0I won’t be hurt and you can stop feeling bad about it. I just know <\/em>you were feeling bad about it.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Alright readers, I want to know what made you who you are. You don’t have to be as wordy as me, I get to do that because it’s my blog –\u00a0See: It’s My Blog and I’ll Be Boring If I Want To<\/a> – <\/em>but just introduce yourself! I really want to get to know my readers. Just say hello so I can print this out for my mother to hang on her fridge as proof that someone occasionally listens to things I say.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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