A proud moment

As Michelle was proud of her husband last Monday, I have warm fuzzy feelings about mine as well.

Curt started a new job last Monday. After almost 8 years at one employer he made the decision to make the move to change jobs. This is a good move for him and his career and I am supportive.

Almost two weeks ago was his last day at his former employer. There were going-away drinks for him in the city that night. So I made my way to the city (aka San Francisco) to join him, his co-workers and some of our friends.

There were lots of people at the outing. Many I knew, some I didn’t.

I heard more than once that it was the biggest going away drinks attended. I also heard that Curt brought out a bunch of formers for his send-off.

And lastly, many people I met for the first time kept saying what a “good guy” he is. Many were going to miss him terribly.

When you love someone and you hear others say nice things about them it gives you this amazing feeling. Pride. Love. Joy.

Since I am not a parent I imagine that this … Continue reading

Be proud of who you are

As I type this I am sitting in LAX waiting for my connecting flight from Tucson to Oakland. And I thought I would utilize the free Wi-Fi in the airport to write today’s post.

I spent an extra long weekend in Tucson. My 20-year high school reunion took place over the weekend at a beautiful resort called Starr Pass.

I came in a little early to visit family. (Curt joined me on Friday.) Day 1 I saw both sets of parents, my grandpa, my grandma and my brother.

I love my hometown and my home state despite the crazy politics. True Tucsonans aren’t racist and are proud of where they came from.

I hung out with a lot of old friends from various backgrounds. (One of the greatest things about Tucson High Magnet School is the diversity. The opportunities to learn and explore many things from dance, to science, to photography … is absolutely amazing.) A lot of my my friends from high school are Mexican American, like me.

I have always been proud of who I am, what I am and where I came from. (And a lot of that comes from a family with a sense of … Continue reading