November Meme: Day 01

So I figured since I'm not attempting NaNoWriMo this year, I'll do this November Meme thing instead.

Day 01 - Introduction

I'm a twenty-nine year-old single mother. Born and raised in South Carolina, I now dwell in the beautiful Appalachain Mountains of North Carolina about an hour or so outside of Asheville. I am a college drop-out who has dreams of going back and completing her degree. The only problem is, I'm still struggling to decide what sort of degree I want as well as finding a college. Right now I think I'd just like to go back to work.

I have a handsome six year-old son who is the best thing to ever happen to me. He has a developmental language delay and a mild fine motor skill delay, but neither of these have hindered his ability to excel in school. He loves to read and, when he doesn't realize I'm listening, he enjoys singing. He's also a Gamer Geek In Training and is very eager for Christmas to get here because he's been promised a Nintendo DS of his very own.

For the last couple of years I've been dating ninjaweazel AKA Sam. We met on IRC via the Returners FFRPG community nearly five years ago. How we went from being role-players to friends to lovers is a long story and, in some ways, controversial. It's a story full of heartache, uncertainty, and love. He's part of the reason I moved to North Carolina, the rest of the reason being that I simply needed to get the hell out of South Carolina. Our story is weird, but our relationship is incredibly strong and the healthiest I've ever been in. We make each other laugh and he gives me a strong shoulder to lean on when I need it, even if I'll never admit to it. In many ways I feel that this relationship is It for me. Even should we fail, I don't think I'll ever feel like this with anyone else and I'll be forever grateful for the time we've had together.

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November Meme: Day 02 - The Dorkiest Love Story Ever Told

Day 02 - Your First Love

One day, when I was in sixth grade, I was hanging out in the library, I think, during some sort of break. It might have been after school while I waited for some activity or other to begin. Either way, there were a couple of eighth graders there as well and one of them was known by someone in my class. About four of us sat down at a table to play a hand of cards, though I think I was more observing. One of the eighth graders caught my eye, mostly because he had black hair and was really pale (you're shocked by this, I know). He was kind of sullen and I suppose I picked up on the fact that he'd suffered at the hands of some popular kids too, but he still managed to be a little funny. I thought he was pretty cool and I found out he'd just moved to town that year, but other than that I didn't learn much about him. I remember this was toward the end of the year, so we got our yearbooks and I found his name mostly out of curiosity, and then, seeing as he went on to the high school and I had two more years before I got there, I kind of put him out of my mind.

Fast-forward to eighth grade. I was able to join the high school marching band when we got a new band director. Now, seeing as I've always been a geek, getting into the marching band had me stoked beyond belief. It was the entire reason I joined band because I'd loved the marching band concept ever since I went to my first high school football game in elementary school. My father would later say I jumped about ten feet off the ground and squealed excitedly when I got a letter in the mail telling me to get ready for band camp. (Why yes, I've always been a dork. Why ever do you ask?)

Anyway, over the course of the season I got to know one of the girls who played the xylophone on the sideline. She was a senior and her brother was a sophomore. Her brother was, you guessed it, that boy I'd been so intrigued by in sixth grade. He'd since let his hair grow out and I heard he was on the yearbook staff, a photographer. (I can hear the chorus of, "Neeeerrrrdssss!" now.) I never saw much of him, but I thought he was kind of cute and was, again, intrigued by him. His sister was totally awesome to me and to this day I miss her. Again, I put him out of my mind because, well, after the marching band season was over, I reverted back to being in the middle school band.

( Oh, it gets dorkier. )

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