Friday, January 28, 2011

Chloe is 2!

Awesome pics to follow soon!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Thank You Dr. King

This month I have been reading The Help, and Warriors Don't Cry, both civil rights books. I am AMAZED in how far we have come in such a short period of time. I am so thankful for the brave men and women who sacrificed everything, even their lives, to end segregation. It is incomprehensible to me that people actually would be willing to kill someone because they wanted to attend the same school as a white person. I don't know if I would have been brave enough to stand up and force a change, but I am so glad that my kids will see all people as equal regardless of their color.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Roads are My Life

So today I was in the elevator at work returning from lunch. The gentleman in the elevator asked my which floor I was going to. I told him and he asked what company I worked for. I told my Jacobs Engineering. He said "oh the people working on I-15." I said yes. Then he said "I am sure you do more than just roads, that would be boring."

Hummm I guess I lead a boring existence, because I work pretty much exclusively on roads, and I LOVE it. Early in my career I did environmental work for some private developments (a whole city block of downtown LA for a developer who looked like Michael Jackson, nose job and all), schools, pipelines, a superfund hazardous material site, a park, BLM (blah), and I even once got a fence approved for a state mental facility, but to tell you the truth none of it has been as fun as working on roads (transit comes in second). I love the political intrigue, the negations with land owners, figuring out accesses and alignments, trying to mitigate for wetlands and tortoises...No project is ever the same. At the end of the day you get to go look at it and say, I helped to decide where they put this road. I may be a dork, but roads are way more interesting than you think.


I remember when I was little, my sister Amy was SOOOO ticklish and everyone had so much fun tickling her. I was not ticklish and it made me sad because I didn't get enough attention at tickle time. I would pretend to be ticklish and beg for everyone to tickle me then I would pretend to laugh.

Jump forward 25ish years and I have two darling little girls. Chloe is much like my little sister Amy, she is super skinny, has long beautiful hair, she's more reserved, and is super ticklish. Emily is much more like me, she is more on the sturdy side, she has crazy hair that doesn't grow (another round with the scissors didn't help), she is verbally advanced (ok she NEVER shuts up), and the poor kid is not ticklish at all.

Last night as I was laying in bed tickling Chloe relentlessly and she was giggling uncontrollably, Emily jumped up on the bed and begged to be tickled too. I looked at my two darling little girls and I realized that the sisterhood would continue again into the future. I can only hope that they can learn to cherish each other's differences and learn about the comfort, love, and solidarity that comes from sisterhood. My sister has been my absolute best friend in the world for most of my life and I have no idea what I would do without her.