Life Story *Boring Warning!*

After my recent trip to Alaska, I spent hours on the couch reading old diaries I had dug out of Mom's garage. It made me nostalgic and a bit teary at times, and I realized how many great people had drifted in an out of my life. As the next logical course of action, I hopped onto Facebook and found many of my once-best-friends, including, ahem, ex-boyfriends. I find myself repeating my story over and over again, and while I certainly don't mind I thought it might be nice to have it all in one place. I stopped journaling in my late teens, and so many things have slipped by. Even in these past years- I don't have much here at all about the mundane details of my life! (lucky you?) So this is mostly for myself, but also for you...if you're interested...

In a place long ago in a time far away...

I graduated from Houston Jr. Sr. High School. Always the independent and stubborn girl, I shacked up with my high school sweetheart within days of my 18th birthday. Our apartment was tiny, dingy, the ceiling leaked, the Toyo stove clogged and shut down every day, and the whole place smelled like fuel oil. We loved it. I worked a LOT, attended Mat-Su college, and earned my Associate of Arts degree. I bought a little green car with no AC that had a hatchback and that new car smell. Chris and I were happy, then not so happy, then apart. He was one of the most important people in my life, and I cherish the memories we made together.

I started seeing boy number two, and when I decided to go on to art school in Minnesota he decided that was a pretty good place for him to be too. We drove the Al-Can highway in that little green car, with Dad, George and Taz in the big blue Volvo. Dad finally let me drink with him since the legal age for consumption in that great northern country is 18. I had lots of cheap nasty wine because the bottles were pretty, and because of that I was not able to ride the roller coaster in the Edmonton Mall. Dad stayed at the farm he and Mom had bought, and I enrolled in the College of Visual Arts.

CVA was an indescribably good place to be. I spent my time painting, drawing, and discovering the amazing world of printmaking and book art. Did I mention the beer and free popcorn at Fabulous Fern's? I was surrounded by like-minded people, and I had finally found a place where I felt right. I became an ink slinging feminist who performed slam poetry and went skinny dipping. I dyed my hair red and pierced my nose. I was an art school kid in a city that digs that sort of thing, and I had a family who supported anything I was passionate about.

Time went by, graduation approached, and I felt Paul and I drifting apart. While he went home to Alaska in the summers I spent time with Dad at the farm and Geo at the lake. Paul and I always treated each other well, but were not quite the right fit. We ended things on relatively good terms and lived together as roommates and friends.

With a year left before graduation I met a boy on Yahoo Chat. My family laughed nervously and called him M.R. It did not stand for Mister or Magical Rabbit. The name they (actually, Grandma...) bequeathed on this friend I had a small crush on was...Mad Rapist. We talked online, then talked on the phone, then he offered to buy me a plane ticket to visit him in San Antonio. To which I promptly replied, "uh...no!? What if you're a crazy Internet stalker?" So my stalker bought a car and drove up to visit me instead. I can't explain what happened that week, but we both knew that was it. We had found ourselves in each other and began a torturous long-distance relationship.

After six months it became too much for us and Jason left everything he knew in San Antonio to be with me in the frozen north. He struggled to find work and a place in life, but as much as I felt at home in the Twin Cities I knew he did not. I graduated and both my parents came to hear my senior thesis presentation, Girl Slam: Feminism in Spoken Word Performance. It was a success, I had my Bachelor of Fine Arts, and I began making contacts in hopes of a job. Jason and I drove down to San Antonio to visit his friends and get the rest of his belongings.

I saw just how much he missed it. I decided it was time for my next adventure, and we drove back with an empty car to gather my things instead. On the way back down I realized my folly in buying a car without air conditioning. We lived on Craig and Gene's apartment floor on an air mattress for two months. Jason started TechAde with two clients and a Tupperware computer desk, and I got a job at Asel Art Supply. We were flat broke and happy. When the lease was up the four of us moved to a much bigger place with three bedrooms, a garage, and a purple monkey dishwasher. I became friends with Jason's group, and I realized exactly why he had missed them so much.

Time went by, we got a few more clients, and I got a promotion at work. I was only the second manager in about 30 years, and although it was a silly retail job it was hard. I began to feel like I had ordered the same tube of paint a thousand times without making any difference in the world. Jason surprised me one day with a membership to a dojo, and we began our Kenseido training together. The physical activity and excuse to spend time together made me feel better, and we happily progressed in our ninja skills. The dojo grew, as did my friendship with the family who owned it. When they opened an after school program, they asked me to leave my job at the art store and work for them.

Throughout the years Dad had various surgeries and treatments to try to stop the tumor in his brain. He was a fierce survivor who never asked for sympathy. He lost his fight with cancer on April 11, 2005, and it was the most devastating thing I have had to live through. The love of my family and Jason's support helped me get through, and over the years I have managed to heal.

Shortly after this great loss was our beautiful wedding day. We were married in Maui, where Jason is from. There were blue skies over our heads and grass under our feet, and a perfect ceremony officiated by Auntie Kathy. My family was there, and my very best friends. We had bought a house together just three months prior to the big day, so we came home to what has been named by our friends, "The Republic of Ferretakistan" (see first post for explanation!)

I loved my job at the dojo, though things ended badly because of monetary and other reasons. I had to move on, so with Jason's love and support I enrolled in school once again at Our Lady of the Lake University. After my first year of school I began teaching Redirection at Theodore Roosevelt High School. It was terrifying and exhilarating, and I finally knew I was doing some good in people's lives. I work with children who struggle with emotional disturbance and behavior disorders. Some have conditions such as Schizophrenia and Bi-Polar disorder, some get in trouble for drugs, gang affiliation, and/or other illegal activity, and all of them need a lot of love. Last December I graduated with a Master's in Special Education, and I have half-formed plans to go on to doctoral study.

I have also taught painting classes at night to fill the art void in my life. I worked for a while doing murals and commissions, and I still take small projects as time allows. Our computer business has grown to over 40 clients, and we are working toward expansion to include employees and a central office. Jason is an exceptionally hard worker, and I am very proud of him.

We have found ourselves falling helplessly in love with so many animals along the way- some are rescues from the street, some from the shelter, and some from the pet store. To date we are the proud parents of three dogs, three ferrets, three bearded dragons, one snake, two indoor aquariums, and one extremely large koi pond. All of our fish have names. We plan to have a baby soon.

I would like to take a moment to honor those who have gone on from this world, who I am lucky to have known. My dad, Truls Dominic Bjore, my grandma Nancy Cullen, my grandpa George Bjore, my great-grandparents Marcella and George Hamilton, my great aunt and uncle Mildred and Jimmy Bjore and their son Marlen, and my elementary and high school friend Amanda McElwee.

I am so excited to have the new little bundles of joy who have brightened this dull old place up, my little niecie/cousin Jillian Shale (thanks to Sarah and her cute hubby Josh!), Courtney's beautiful Natalie, Annie Banannie's Joey (and one on the way!), Jessica and Brett's Amy, Emma, and Alice, Niki and Jason's adorable girls Salem and Briar Rose, Amber and Joe's Allison and Tucker, and too many others to name!

I think this pretty much brings me up to date, although I've terribly glossed over many important highlights. Maybe someday I'll go into it all, but I'll keep it safely tucked away on my Mac rather than bore everyone on the Internet. (Yes Mom, you can have a copy.) Wow, this was very cathartic! I recommend it. Get typing. Go!