Send me some love, okay?

Pleased to meet many of you! You’ve stumbled into my little space on the web, where things can be confusing unless you know the who story. I hate to start out on a negative, but I hate my legal name, so I call myself Jamie on my website. My closest friends in the meat world call me either/or and I respond to them both. I’m 31 years old and I hold a PhD in BioMedicine, a place where I wish I could work. Currently, I am an Assistant Professor at the University that I graduated from in 2010. I am done learning. I love teaching, but I would rather be in research making those DNA gel runs and growing colonies of MRSA and other bacteria. Because of the nature of my job, I don’t frequently take pictures in the labs or classrooms, but I sometimes flood my blog with photos of out door activities, my name on the wall of graduates, and other fun little things.

I don’t like to be photographed. I feel that I am ugly. A stain left over from my childhood and young adult life. Many people who do see photos of me tell me that I am pretty. But an incident last year makes me wary of putting anymore out.

I love my life. I love my name. I love my body. I love me. But there are people out there that do not love me and they bring me down to make themselves feel better. Jerks. :p

I have three wild, wonky and super-happy children. Since having Chloe, what people feel about me has dropped dramatically. I love her, she loves me, and she sees nothing wrong with her momma. My twin boys are momma’s boys too. They cling to me whenever the have to do anything new. It’s cute. It’s amazing. It’s awesome to have three little people that I molded into happy, awestruck little ones.

I did have four children, but  my oldest died of cancer at the age of ten years old. I try not to think of the two young deaths that I have had to witness while I was their care givers. It really made me pull back and take a better look at how these kids were being raised and that they maybe needed a better chance, a happy life. They deserved at least that much.

More on me.

Lately my hobbies are watching TV and writing in my journal that I will be passing on to friends that I want to see it at the end of the year or the beginning of next year.

I love to see people smile. If you can still smile, you still have a soul, I believe. I am a creator of smiles,

I love watching nature, snow falling down, the spring and summer rain, when there will be a better chance at a rainbow!

More, more, more!

I welcome back anyone who wants to come back. I also welcome any links, mentions, word of mouth (good word of mouth ),and comments, comments, comments! Since I changed my theme in October people act like they can’t find my comment link. I used to get several comments per entry. Maybe I got borring. I hope that’s not the case.

Have a good day! I will try to return comments, even if I get 10,000 comments in this entry alone!

Wackiness: 64/100
Rationality: 54/100
Constructiveness: 84/100
Leadership: 68/100

You are a WRCL–Wacky Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you a golden god. People gravitate to you, and you make them feel good. You are smart, charismatic, and interesting. You may be too sensitive to others reactions, especially criticism. Your self-opinion and mood depends greatly on those around you.

You think fast and have a smart mouth, is a hoot to your friends and razorwire to your enemies. You hold a grudge like a brass ring. You crackle.

Although you have a leader’s personality, you often choose not to lead, as leaders stray too far from their audience. You probably weren’t very popular in high school–the joke’s on them!

You may be a rock star.

In other news, I am thinking of canceling and chickening out Thursday. This MRSA has run rampant in me for over a month, and I cannot get well if I’m expected to deplete myself for a routine scan. I can’t do that to myself or my family. I’m sorry if this seems like I’m a coward – we all know I really am – but I have to think of others for once. That and we’re supposed to get snow Wednesday night/Thursday morning, and Dennis can’t drive on dry roads with a 1% chance of clouds, so I’m not too eager to find out how he handles on snow.