Autobiographicus brianus

I was born the day before Halloween (Hallowe'en-e'en), just barely in the most depressing decade of the previous century. Since that might leave doubt as to whether I am currently 26 or 36, I'll clarify. I was born 10-30-1979. I am the youngest and bravest of six children. We were privileged to be raised in Kennewick, Washington. Among my earliest acheivemuntz was the winning of or placing in several elementary school spelling bees. Fastenateing, isn't it. In fourth grade, the pivotal grade my education, I began piano lessons, which I loved, and continued for four years. Since then, I have had an insatiable appetite for improvising piano music. I love nature, especially Washingtonian nature, and will probably rantificate ad nauseum about that subject in other posts. As all other Reeder children did, I participated in cross country and track distance running throughout middle and high school. I continued my running career by myself in college, ever-attempting to shed the excess weight I had gained while on a 2-year LDS mission in Minnesota and Wisconsin among the Hmong people. College for me was divided unequally (both quantitatively and qualitatively unequal) between Columbia Basin Community College in Pasco and Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah. My time at BYU provided me not only with the love of my life (see previous post), but with a completely useless BS in Neuroscience. Fortunately, as planned, I had already been accepted to dental school at Temple University in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And that's where I am today, writing this blog, in my 3rd year of dental school, waiting for my boy to be born later this month. Life is good.