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Kim Daily Cogburn
Finished out my four years at UW with a BA in Romance Languages (French) by default (Yeah, that’s a really useful degree. Shut up.) I happened to accumulate enough credits and so, voila. I was way more interested in joining the working world and getting on with life, so my mom and I headed out of the great Northwest for Kansas (Shut up. It’s a fairly nice place. I can say fairly because I lived there. At least I didn’t say *$&*#.) where my sister and her family lived and off of whom I mooched for a couple of months.
Became a casualty/property claims adjuster with a territory for Travelers Insurance in 1974 and moved to Wichita where I lived for five years. I had a company car, a salary and climbed more storm damaged roofs than a lot of guys and negotiated slip and falls, house fires and auto accidents. It was the ‘70’s and I had lots of fun. Lots of fun. Fortunately, God was looking out for me, because, even though I had been a good student in my younger days, my common sense probably wasn’t the most heightened during those years.
After Travelers wore me down I went to work at the corporate offices of Pizza Hut just prior to its acquisition by Pepsi. The marketing department was a lot of fun. Lots of fun. Shut up.
In 1980 I moved to Chicago to work for Eastman Kodak since my brother in law was one of the regional boss guys and I was too happy to depart from verdant, fragrant, thrilling Wichita. Chicago was where I met my husband Jeff, to whom I’ve been married 29 years. Really. All at the same time—we’re an anomaly, I think. He was one of the sales reps working for my bro-in-law and the first week after I hit the Chicago streets we were pretty much inseparable
We were transferred to Rochester, NY in 1981, then to Los Angeles in 1983, then to Memphis in 1986, then to Houston in 1990. Eventually Kodak’s business system division tanked and after a couple of startup company positions and more tech sales my husband is semi-retired and is a park ranger for The Woodlands. I birthed our oldest son, Greg, in Fountain Valley, CA in 1984 and our youngest son, Pat, in Memphis in 1986. (I was a stay at home mom for 13 years during which lots of my brain core dumped, I think. Then it came back, or so I like to delude myself.) The guys are both University of Oklahoma grads like their dad.
We’ve lived in The Woodlands for 20 years this past January. Our house is starting to decompose in sections, like our bodies, but we have a newish roof (sort of like my genuinely re-blonded hair that gets touched up. It's newish.) Actually, the house is holding up pretty well, our community is doing well in the face of the crummy economy and prices are still appreciating. I am currently an executive assistant for The Woodlands Township for the head guy who would be a city manager if we were a city. But, we’re not, so he isn’t. It’s complicated.
Pets we had/have:
Boomer the cameo Persian whom we got in Rochester-1981 and he died in 1990 in Texas. Then we got Lucky the Black Cat, who was an awesome cat and lived to 17. He just conked out one day on the floor. Now we have Merv, tiger tabby, with a lot of Egyptian Mao in him. HE ROCKS. He is unparalleled in the annals of catdom. Lets Dot the Lab lick him and wrestles with her. Purrs like a motorboat. I love Merv. We commune.
Elvis the Yellow Lab-got him from a breeder in 1991 at 7 weeks. He was of the British conformation (big, bulky, stockier). He died on Easter weekend in 2003 and was 11. I had never had a dog in my life and the first two years in our NEW house with two little kids and a destructo dog almost did me in. If you’ve read Marley and Me, that was Elvis.
Then I DID lose it and thought well, the house is already destroyed, might as well get another Lab.
So, I got BB King the Black Lab. We had to put him down this past May at the age of 14. He was quite decrepit,but he was our baby Lab and we loved him mightily. We were brokenhearted when he died. It really sucked.
At some point, however, you realize you need another dog and I kept trying to convince Jeff, so he surprised me by rounding up rescue Lab people and we adopted Dot the Yellow Lab, who is almost five months old. SHE ROCKS. She is unparalleled in the annals of dogdom. We think she’s an alien because she’s so smart and calm (for a Lab) and just cooler than anyone. I love Dot. We commune.
Most amazing, awesome, terrifying, painful, emotionally harrowing and expensive thing I’ve ever done. Our two guys, Greg and Pat, are employed (yay) but looking for “real” jobs in their respective fields of microbiology and psychology. It will happen. Greg lives with his girlfriend who is wonderful and Pat isn’t seeing anyone steadily. They’re both quite intelligent and handsome young men, with skewed senses of humor, caring and loving, and I think they actually retained some of what we tried to impart over the years (and hopefully, have forgotten some of the stuff since we are not perfect.) I love my boys to death.
The school loans, not so much.
I'm trying to get back into watercolors, something I took up in 1990 and which gets derailed by work. I used to be the keyboard person for the church I attended for several years, but haven't touched my piano in ages.
And now I'm old enough to attend a 40th high school reunion!?!?!
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