Introduction @ MindSay

Nenu sahityabhilashini.Naku nacchina pustakalapi naa bhavalani nalanti bhavalunna marikondarito panchukovalani ee blog prarombhinchanu

This is a new page in my life, my journey.

So I should probably start from the beginning huh? I was born in a little hick town called Black River Falls, WI. My parents got married in November of 1987 (I was born in December) and thier divorce became final in March of 1988. Personally I find it pathetic that thier marriage didnt even last six months, but whatever, they got along for the most part while I was growing up. My mom met a guy, and started dating him and got pregnant with my sister. "The guy" then ran out on my mom and has never seen or spoken to Autumn. My mom then met my step father Phillip. They got married in 1994, but were together way before that. He was a great dad up until I turned 16 (which I will get into). With Phillip my mom had two boys, Jarrett, and Jeremy. I love em, they are wonderful. We grew up in Taylor (about 15 miles from Black River Falls) and for the most part we had a wonderful life.

When I was three, I was sexually abused by my grandfather, he went to prision for that. I dont really remember much about it, I supressed the memories, all I remember is telling my grandma what had happened. And I remember bits and pieces of therapy.

At the age of 16, I had to have a lump removed from my breast. The day I came home from the hospital, my stap dad started to sexually abuse me, it started out fondling and then turned into a daily rape session. Every morning that is how he would wake me. It was horrible, I told my mom, and she promised it would stop, but she didnt leave him. She stayed. It didnt stop, and I told her it was still happening, she PROMISED that it would stop. It didnt, in August of that year my grandmother died. I had gone to her house every weekend to escape what was going on, and then after she died I had no where I could go. I took her death pretty hard. We were close. On Christmas day of that year I was on the internet in a Yahoo chat room and I met the man of my dreams. Jeff. We hit it off right away and started dating...online...i called him every day on my way to and from work, i talked to him every night online. He was amazing. I told him my secret, and he set up for me to come to Denver and go to a shelter for Runaways, where no one could force me to go home until I was ready. I took a huge chance and went 1200 miles to meet a man that could have very well chopped me into bits.

A week later, I decided I was ready to come home and press charges on my step dad, Jeff came with me. My mom, at that point didnt want me because she planned on staying with him. Jeff and I moved in with my father. He bought me a car, and life was ok. I started seeing a counsler, and writing in an online diary. My dad read a poem I wrote and said I was suicidal, and him and the counsler started working to either admit me to a mental hospital or put me on meds. I freaked out and ran away again with Jeff, this time taking my car.

Since the car wasnt in my name my father reported it stolen. While living with Jeff I became pregnant and decided I needed to come back to Wisconsin to deal with everything before the baby came. When I came back, I was no longer allowed to see Jeff unless Human Services sceduled a visit. Which was never. I lived with my aunt for a while, who then decided a pregnant teen was too much to handle and she sent me to a foster home. While in the foster home, I graduated high school, and pled guilty to Misd. Theft, and got sentenced to 18 months probation.

In December of 2005 I graduated, turned 18, got discharged from foster care, moved in with Jeff, and had my daughter, Chloe. In May of 2006 we decided to move back in with my dad per his request and help him out with cleaning and what not in lou of rent. In August of 06 I found out I was pregnant again, much to my surprise because I was on birth control. In November of 2006 we had a falling out with my dad and became homeless. We lived in a shelter until the end of January, and then we moved into an Apartment. On April 29th 2007 I had another beautiful baby girl, Nevaeh Sunshine. Now we live in Denver Colorado and in June we will have been here a year!!!

There, if you made it this far, Good job!!

Ok, I guess it may help if people knew a little bit more about me than thumbing through the tabs. I prefer freewheeling like this anyway, so...

 

I am a mechanical engineer, hence the screen name 'magicengineer'. Due to the lack of spaces though, it should obviously read 'magic engineer'. It's the title of a book by L. E. Modisett, Jr. (http://www.travelinlibrarian.info/recluce/recluce/engineer.html) that I read and identified partially with the main character. I also happen to like fantasy, magic, the whole shebang, and I still play D&D on a semi-regular basis, but unlike others who may play it, I don't talk about my characters with others that have never played. Which isn't a bad thing, don't get me wrong, it's just something I don't do. Even if others share their charcter's exploits with me, I'll find it interesting, and may share something funny that my character was in that ended up being clever or really stupid, but that's as far as I take it outside of gaming.

 

So, liking fantasy, and being an engineer by profession, the name sounded like the perfect contradiction-in-terms that someone like me could appreciate, and others could question to start conversations. It was also better than any other pseudonym that I had used in my youth. I've always liked to have meanings-within-meanings, hidden gems like clues to a treasure for people to discover. Look at it one way, it represents that I read, what I like to read, and maybe something about my personality. Look at it another way, and it shows that I'm deeper than what was previously thought.

 

I enjoy tutoring math, with a math background from engineering, I feel that I want to give back and help make life a little less stressful for students who are struggling. I've seen a lot of different levels of math prowess - from the 'I hate it' to the 'I'm really good, but I want to be better'. What I've found is for those students who hate it, really don't hate math, it's that they don't get along with their teacher, or they don't understand the teacher's lesson. Once that happens, the student tends to shut down and not want to learn. Math is one of those subjects that can be spiced up, but it's challenging to do, and not many teachers are doing it. My sister didn't like her Algebra II teacher and got poor grades. Once she took it under a different teacher, she did better. And no, she didn't go through it, learn it, and then it was easier the second time around. She dropped it after the first quarter. Many times when tutoring, I've heard the same complaint, that they understand me better than the teacher. The material hasn't changed! So the only other thing is how it's presented or who's presenting it.

 

Right now I work at a local learning center for math and reading, and tutor on the side online. I'm also on Yahoo! Answers, but that's beginning to wane. I'd rather help one-on-one than compete for someone's attention.

 

I live alone. No pets. I'm allergic to cats, and some dogs, I've found out. Which sucks, because I like animals. I have no food allergies that I'm aware of, and I've adopted my maternal grandmother's view on food - as long as it doesn't bite me first or bite me at 2am, I'll try anything. But I don't eat like there's no tomorrow.  I have a few, really close friends, and a decent amount of good friends that I try to treat like they are close friends.

 

Single, and enjoying it some days, but not so much on others. This past week, not so much.

 

I write as a hobby. I also have a few stacks of model aircraft that I will eventually get to. Some people still call them 'cartoons', I now prefer the more adult term of 'animation' to describe that I still watch cartoons.  My favorite now, to the point of addiction, is Naruto. I've had dreams where I've been running like the ninja there do, arms straight back at full tilt. This is proof to me that I've become addicted. No kyuubi or jinchuuriki dreams yet though. Give it time.

 

 

And I have to admit it was quite a trip.=) our church has been without a regular associate pastor for the past 6 months. So we have been having fill ins every sunday.Last sunday they picked the new pastor. but I wasn't able to get to church last sunday so I had missed introduction.

I'm the preschool teacher/infant watcher on Sundays, Pre-school during the week, AWANAS on wednesday. So I figured the pastor would like to be introduced to the person he was going to be seeing more of than he probably ever wanted to.=)

Well I have the unfortunate name Turtle Hussy-Rider. When I introduced myself, he gave me a really weird look. It took a while to convince him that no, someone wasn't playing a bad joke on him and yes, I WAS the preschool teacher, Miss Turtle. He asked if he could shorten it. I said sure. Do you prefer miss Hussy or miss Rider? He just shook his head in total disbelief. I told him that I also respond to miss Turtle, since thats what the preschoolers call me. Or he could call me Uni-pod. We settled for Miss Turtle. So I collected my kids (6 are in preschool infant class) and told him I'd be back for AWANAS at 4. He was still shaking his head when I left. Maybe cuz I had so many kids?

-ok so. to anyone who may ask why I have no pictures of me.. there is a reason. I simply get on here to write. I would love to meet people but i really don't see why my appearance matters..

-Besides.. I am gonna try to keep this whole website of mine private. Certain people don't need to know its me.

Sounds like a mistery eh? yea well i am not. I am a normal girl with normal goals, ambitions, feelings, thoughts, etc.

So to whom ever takes time to read about my "so called" life. Enjoy!