Age: 25

Married 3-19-04

First child born June 28 2006

Home: Begining with most recent (all estimates since I am forgetful:-)

(Sept 07-Present) Colorado

Transition time

(Aug 04-June 07) Germany

(Sept 03-Aug 04) South Carolina

(July 02-Sept 03) Atlanta

(Dec 82-July 02) The cornfields northwest of the Windy City

Siblings: a teenage sister and an adolecent brother, both of which are angels

 

Odd tidbits: as a baby I sucked my toes, but never my thumb.  As a child I had imaginary pets, but never an imaginary friend.

 

 

 

Hobbies: Reading, writing, photography, and acting.  I love food and buying clothes, indulging in the former far more often than the latter.  I am interested with current events and people in general.  I started to learn to speak several languages but gave it up when I left Atlanta.  I love animals...aawww.

 

Grew up in your typical small town america.  After graduation I started my freshman year at a local community college.  I was sick and lost total focus and pretty much failed almost every class those first two semesters.  So I decided to take some time off and find my focus again.  I had been fascinated with cultural studies since my first year in high school and I knew that I wanted to do something productive with my time.  A friend's uncle was in the Peace Corps, but naturally I was not eligible as that requires a degree.  My friend told me about Americorps, a similar, though more problematic program, and the next day I saw a poster hanging in a hallway on my way to class.  That night I logged on to the website to learn more about it, and by morning I had signed up for a one year commitment to a volunteer organization working with refugee and immigrant children in Atlanta.  It was the most frustrating, exhausting, and rewarding year of my life.  If anything, it reaffirmed my commitment to helping other people, and doing what I can, when I can, where I can.

 

A good friend of mine from back home, Tim, was stationed with the Air Force as a Firefighter four hours away in South Carolina, but was deployed at the time overseas.  We e-mailed and talked online, and when he found out he would be flying into Atlanta on his way back from his deployment he made me promise to meet him at the airport.  And like a fool I agreed.  His flight was scheduled to arrive at 6pm on the 20th of December, and I took the train to the airport to meet him.  I waited, and waited, and waited.  At 7:30 I called the airline desk to ask if the plane had arrived.  They were circling, waiting for a clear runway.  So I waited, and waited.  Calling the airline again I discovered the plane had landed but had to wait for a jetway to open up.  By 8 I went to the desk and asked for an update.  Should be any minute now they said.  9 rolled around, still no sign of them.  10pm came and I've been sitting there for four hours sorting through a sea of camouflage and dress blues and navy whites and army greens, checking faces.  Still no Tim.  By now the airline has stopped answering the phone and the arrivals and departures screens are turned off.  People are still coming and going, but no sign of the person I am waiting for.  10:30 I decide to head on home, not knowing why he hadn't made it.  I walk to the train station in the airport, and board the train.  And I wait.  Everything seems to be delayed.  Sitting there I start to have the most awful feeling that as soon as the train leaves the station my cell will ring and it will be Tim.  Finally the train pulls out from the station, and less than a minute later my cell is ringing.  They finally got through customs.  I need to come back.  Being late at night most of the stops are already closed, and I couldn't get off of the train until I was 2/3 of the way home, then I had to wait 45 minutes at a dark train stop with several highly suspicious characters lurking along the very dark and deserted platform for a train to finally arrive and take me back in the direction of the airport.  Walking in I see a mass of green.  Its almost 1:30 in the morning and there had to be hundreds of soldiers, and mountains of green duffle bags.  It took me a good ten minutes but I finally located the back of Tim's head, snuck up behind him, and shoved him as hard as I could.  He turned around expecting to find some random asshole, but instead found my adorable self glaring at him.  A friend had manipulated him into buying plane tickets home for both of us for Christmas, so the next day we flew back to Illinois.  15 months later we were married.  Funny how things work out sometimes.

 

So then we moved to Germany, raising our adorable Dalmation named Axe.  I was still in college, determined to eventually earn my degree in Psychology(maybe) and Women's Studies.  I believe that each person has a purpose, a reason for being here.  I am here to help people, its one of the few things that feels right.

 

Our son, Noah, was born our second year in Germany.  He was a whole 6 lbs and 14 oz, with dark brown har on the back of his head.  Luckily that fell out quickly enough and he is now a little tow head.

 

We finally moved back to the US this summer, while Tim retrained with the USAF into a new job.  We moved to Colorado in September and LOVE it!  It is so beautiful and open and fun!  And our winter hasn't been that bad either!  So now we are one rambunctious family, Tim, Me, Noah, and Axe...all living here in our town house.  The End.