Thursday, March 8, 2012. com-1-2012-if my daughter told me she wanted to be a structural engineer. And here is my response below. I encourage you to send your thoughts as well. particularly my teacher friends who should be equally offended. Yes Do I sometimes have to work long hours? Director of Technical Marketing.

To be the best Wife, Mom, Daughter, Sister, Friend, and Runner I can be. God willing! Tuesday, October 2, 2012. Today is already October 2! I can hardly believe that the year is almost over. It is finally starting to feel like fall. School is well underway and we are successfully into our new routine. I still plan to read blogs because I feel so inspired by all of you! Thank you for encouraging me in my journey! .

Self indulgent musings of a working mom with a running habit and a weakness for trails. Sunday, October 14, 2012. On my 38th birthday I realized that I had just been drifting though my academic and work life. I did things out of habit, routine, necessity. I was no longer having fun or feeling excited about life. I was nearly FORTY and what adventures had I had? What dreams had I fulfilled? I put pen to paper. Next thing I knew, I crafted a bucket list. What a FUN, eclectic list it was! DARE TO DREAM BIG! .

Rupture, Fix It, Repeat? Last Thursday I had my back surgery. Everything seemed to be going well until I became sick from the pain meds. They caused me to throw up uncontrollably for about five minutes. After it was over, the rupture pain returned to my back and the next day I had pain going down my leg again. Tonight I have another MRI scheduled and I visit my doctor on Wednesday for him to read them. This might sound strange, but I actually hope I ruptured again. Why? February 16, 2015.

It took years of self-reflection to prepare ourselves to transition from self-styled throw-the-dog-and-kids-in-the-back-of-the-subaru-people to minivan-driving-people. But we do still have adventures, so stay tuned. Friday, April 22, 2011.

Tales of a Temporary Peg Leg. I am no Angelina fan. However, she is brave and I am impressed with her sharing her masectomy story. How many women do you know that are so defined by or attached to their breasts that they are mortified with the thought of losing them? You know, when the breast cancer topic comes up over a few glasses of wine? TIme flies and I am obviously flakier than I thought.