I'm just kidding, dear.
I'm just kidding, dear.
She's still not too happy about the amount of time I've been spending on the Web, but what the hell? It's my time, right?
I figure if I create a page for her, too, then maybe she'll see how interesting this whole thing is.
So, let me tell you all about her.
Amy was born in 1961 in Bellingham, a small town in the Pacific Northwest near the Canadian border. Her father supervised a logging crew while her mother stayed at home to raise her. Her high school life was uneventful. She hung around with a group of good friends, but never went on a date alone with a boy and certainly never had a special boyfriend while she lived at home.
In 1980, she was accepted into Washington State University where she majored in linguistics. She thinks that she was pretty wild when she first moved away from home because she drank a little beer, listened to a lot of rock and roll, and had five different boyfriends in four years. But she is judging herself by her parent's standards. She has never had a one night stand, has never drank more than three beers in a single evening, and has only smoked grass twice.
She did not lose her virginity until her third year when she was going with boyfriend number three. I am not certain about the exact circumstances, but I know that she dumped the guy right after that. I guess she didn't much like his technique. Within a month, she took up with boyfriend number four; but he only lasted two weeks, as did boyfriend five. Maybe she was getting tired of boys because she did not have any boyfriend in her senior year.
She graduated with honours in 1984 and immediately took a job as an executive assistant to a manager in the human resources department at Boeing Aircraft. Within a year, she had been promoted to staffing officer.
That's where I met her. I applied for a position as manager of marketing strategy. I didn't get the job, but I did get her phone number. I think I came out ahead in that deal.
I courted her for a year in Seattle, then had to take a job in Austin, Texas. After spending a whole year (and half my paycheck) on long distance phone calls, I convinced her to move in with me. It was a hard sell, but I won in the end. All I had to do was give her a formal wedding in Bellingham and a honeymoon in the Caribbean islands.
Two years later, in 1988, our son, Bobby, was born. Amy took an extended maternity leave which was extended even more when Janice was born in 1991. During her five years of maternity leave, she managed to complete a master's in speech pathology from the University of Texas. She could only take a couple of classes at a time, but she kept plugging away at it, summer and winter. I've got to give her credit for her persistence.
I was transferred to San Diego in 1993. When Janice entered kindergarten, Amy found a position as a speech pathologist at a hospital in North County. Within a year, she was promoted to a supervisory position. I guess supervision is pretty easy for her, considering how much she practice she gets by bossing me around (just kidding, dear. Just kidding).
She loves gardening, has stencilled, papered or textured almost every wall in the house, and dresses the kids like fashion plates. She keeps herself slim and fit by cycling three times per week and trying to avoid any food which contains the slightest trace of fat or sugar. She dyes her hair sporadically and flosses her teeth religiously.
Her only vice is her addiction to nail polish; fingers and toes; the glossier, the better.
There. Now you know almost as much about her as I do.