March 21, 2007
Hello, world!
My name is Ms. Julia Emerson Geib, and I came into this world screaming and kicking on March 14, 2007 in Ventura, California. My story so far is short but you can see text, photographs, and videos of it at --
GESTATION AND BIRTH: EYES CLOSED
Click on above graphic to view pictures, text, and video of my gestation and birth!-- there exists more about me and my parents at that link than you ever wanted to know! My parents are so silly.
But they feed, clothe, and love me, so I cannot complain too much. My life so far has been much like that of a rock star: I have attendants who wait on me hand and foot, droves of groupies hungry for information about me, multiple outfits in my daily wardrobe, etc. I stay up all night without regard for the next day. It's all about "me" here at the beginning in --
YEAR ONE: EYES WIDE OPEN
Click on above graphic to view pictures, text, and video of my first year of life!-- good times, eh?
Yes, life does present its challenges. For example, there is the learning to move my limbs, the stomach gas and diaper issues, and the many new and bewildering sights and sounds. Sometimes the world seems too much for me and I cry in the frustration of it all. But I am up for almost any challenge, and the world should expect great things from me. My partial namesake, Ralph Waldo Emerson, once claimed the following: "A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic." He obviously never met me. I am no lunatic! You shall see. Everyone will see.
With respect to the specifics, my mother is Maria Geib née Rodic and my father is Richard James Geib. I live in Ventura, California in a neighborhood bordering a commercial lemon grove and the Santa Clara River. Ethnically, I am 33% Irish, 25% Serbian, 25% Danish, and 16% German: this makes me 100% American in the greatest "mongrel" tradition! I will start kindergartner in the 2012, high school in 2021, and I will graduate from college around 2029. I will be 92 at the centennial celebrations in 2100. My mother teaches 4th grade, and my father teaches American literature and American literature while we live on American Way. Nice, eh?
What else? Looking at my parents, I almost surely will wear glasses. I am currently not so large in size, but once I stretch out my legs observers are astounded at how long I am. More details? I am very strong for my age and was able to life my head up unaided only days after birth. I wear diapers, and I have my own room decorated in green and white in a Winnie the Pooh scheme. I was born with a full head of hair, and my parents wanted me very much when I was conceived. It was time for them. They had the careers; they had the house; they had their marriage; and so they went about the happy business of conceiving me - and nine months later I arrived on the scene. I was born at Community Memorial Hospital in Delivery Room #5 in the maternity ward on the second floor. My mother labored for seventeen hours before I emerged and breathed my first. It was my father who cut my umbilical chord and launched me into the world away from mother's sustaining nutriments. So I arrived.
But enough about me! How about you? Feel free to e-mail me at julia@rjgeib.com and introduce yourself. I love to receive e-mail!
