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Well, let's see here ...
It was a dark and stormy night--ahem, actually it was, LOL--when
I was born on October 25, 1979 in Fresno, CA. My parents said it poured rain that Thursday evening, and then of course, as
soon as I was delivered around 6 p.m., the clouds miraculously cleared and the sun made its final appearance as it kissed
the central valley goodnight.
Yeah, right.
Thursday, October 25, 1979 was the beginning of what some might call the E-ticket of all E-tickets.
Or if you're too young to know what an E-ticket is, the roller coaster of all roller coasters. Ups, downs, loops, twists,
turns. More corkscrews than a seasoned sommelier keeps on hand at one time. Get the point? Drama.
Thankfully, some quarter-of-a-century later, it's subsided. This blog, however, is the story
of how I got to be me.
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Arthur and Me
Before I move on, I should explain a bit about Arthur. He's my boyfriend.
The love of my life. We just had our six-month anniversary. Some ask how we know we're in love. Sounds so cliche, but from
our first date at Boomer's on Jan. 25 of this year, to right now this minute, it is a strong powerful feeling. It grows deeper
everyday. But the bottom line is, I just knew.
Right now we live in Anaheim near Disneyland and spend as much free time
there as we can with Mom and Dad and the Kruegers. Annual passes rock!
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