Elesean Fields

(That's Jenifer on the far right)

I met Kim through Amber, and we hit it off immediately.  We liked the same music, watched the same movies, loved the same designers, wore the same dreaded clown-suit rompers in our misguided youth.  We bonded over lip gloss and questions about our religion.

When we met, Kim had three children.  Less than a decade later, Kim has eight children--I think.  I lost count.  The point is, Kim knows a thing or two about blended families and children!  She has children who were adopted, children who are biological, and children who came into her life with her second marriage.  And she still has time to fix her hair and put on makeup.  I'm tired just thinking about it.

Kim works from her home as an independent beauty consultant and keeps up with a highly enjoyable blog called Mama Fasha.  She looks better in striped shirts than anyone else I know, and sells a wicked red lipstick that every woman should own.

Meet Kim:

First Name: Kim
Age Range: just entered my forties! Gah!
Job Title: Mom & Wife
Industry: Life

How would you like to be remembered? I’d just like to be remembered! Ha! No honestly, this is so evil of me, but I want to be the Mom and Wife whose passing totally just crushes the family because they loved me so much and knew every moment of the day that they are what makes the sun shine and that I was totally devoted to them. Of course I want them to be able to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and move on, but I want them to hate to do it. Because I’m evil like that.

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LAC, which I thought for the longest was acronym for Likable And Cute, turned out to be Lori-Anne.  I met Lori-Anne on a web forum, and then got to know her better through LiveJournal.  Lori-Anne is one of those women I admire for working herself into a career.  I don't remember where she was working when we first met, but I do remember that at one point she was working two jobs to pay the bills and volunteering at an animal shelter at the same time.  Once she was settled and established with work that met her financial needs, she started expanding out creatively, and now owns a handmade jewelry company called Jewelry Maven.

I own a several of her pieces and love them.  I've got one necklace in particular that draws raves every time I wear it.

Lori-Anne is diligent and dedicated.  She is true to her friends, and loyal to her family.  She has made a place in her home for her mother, which speaks volumes not only to Lori-Anne's heart, but also to the type of person her mother is.  After all, she raised this wonderful woman.

Meet Lori-Anne:

First Name: Lori-Anne
Age Range I will be 40 this year. It's my age, I own it and I certainly earned it.
Job Title: Interesting question since we've re-organized again. I think my title is Production Management Supervisor. Although I like to refer to myself as a professional nag. I nag a lot here.
Industry: Educational Publishing.

Who are you? I am the walrus! No...I'm not. I am a partnered Jewish/Buddhist woman who loves shoes and sci-fi. I like pink and movies based on graphic novels.  I swear like a sailor but know when to keep a lid on that. I am hard working, a good friend and I hope a good daughter.  In all things, I am a work in progress.  And I like color, a lot of color.

Describe Your Family: I am an only child of an only child. I was raised by my mom who was a single parent.  I do not know my father as he saw fit to forget about me when I was but a baby.  I like to think he feels the loss more keenly than I do but I am sure that's arrogance on my part.  I was also raised by a wealth of other people, including my grandmother, a number of drag queens and just a very odd but lovable selection of people my mom knew. I am very lucky though; I have a lot of wonderful friends who I consider family. This includes my best friend who I've known since I was 11. We are sisters in every way that really counts.

What does the first hour of your day look like? Blurry without my glasses. (as you can see I use humor as a shield quite often). I function on a pretty routine but regimented schedule. I get up, I get dressed, I get out of the house. I do not watch the news or read the paper...I do what I need to to get out of the house and get to work. I commute by public transportation so I tend to be aware of bus schedules, etc.

What does the last hour of your day look like? Quiet. I usually am already in bed watching tv or reading.  I have trouble sleeping so I try and keep as quiet as possible so that it's easier to fall asleep. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  Mostly I try and remember to brush my teeth before I pass out.

What makes you feel successful? When I make a piece of jewelry I am proud of  and since I really like my job, doing a good job makes me feel successful. But there are days when I think I've achieved something just by getting through the day in one piece.  But mostly if I think I've made a difference in someone's day, I feel like I've been successful.  I try to feel good about the small things because at the end of the day, I think it's those things that really matter.  I am way more sentimental as a general rule than I let on.

What brings you joy? My friends. And even though he's gone now, my little fur baby Navarre gave me more joy than I am sure I deserved.
 
What were you like in first, sixth, and twelfth grades? Well, I was cute, in a goofy way in the first grade. I was cross eyed, coke bottle glasses, really long hair and lots of bruises. I expect I was quite shy and to be honest, that's carried through most of my life until recently.  I was quiet so I got teased a bit but I was smart so it was a double edged sword for the bullies if they wanted help with their schoolwork. But I was way more fearless than I was when I got older. And that goes for the 6th grade too. I looked about the same except I had my eye straightened.  I was teased less because of it but middle school was a minefield anyway because well, the kids are jerks. Plain and simple.  I was an odd kid. They don't like odd kids in middle school.  12 grade....hmm...well my hair was shorter and my glasses were no longer as thick thanks to modern optical technology!  I was still shy and a bit quiet. In a lot of ways I always did feel like the odd kid out but I was generally always ok with that even though I was worried about not being liked. I was a mass of conflicting impulses for sure.   I dressed cute in the 12th grade. Well, 80s cute.

What advice would you give yourself at each of those ages?  I would tell myelf to relax, loosen up and not worry about what others thought about me. I have spent many years wondering that and it's not worth it. Mostly, it only matters what you and the people you truly love think.  I would tell myself to go away to college though and to start travelling earlier than I did and to not be scared of failing and to just try. Failing is not the worst thing in the world. I look back and I am seriously annoyed with myself as a teenager. I would tell myself to be more like I was when I was in the first grade.

Who do you admire? My grandmother. I want to be like her when I grow up.   She was a tough lady who was independent, smart, gorgeous and took no crap from anyone.  But man, that woman could cuss you out if she wanted to and you would be twitching on the floor hoping for it to be over soon.

How would you like to be remembered? As a good friend and a good daughter. And a good mom to my pets.

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Francine was one of my first friends in Junior High.  We lived a few blocks apart and would walk to and from school together.  We started a Care Bear Club together.  We listened to records together.  We talked about boys together.  She was brave enough to let me cut her hair in 7th grade, and then forgiving enough to still be my friend after it was all said and done.  She was my roommate for a summer, and was always game for whatever I had cooked up to do. 

Francine is wicked smart and funny.  And tough.  Listen.  Junior High and High School are hard on the perfect girls, harder still for the girls who don't live up to the celebrity icon standards.  Francine had the opportunity to give in to a handful of stereotypes that would have left her as little more than a statistic, but this girl--this woman carved out her own niche by using her brain and her wit, and was as well-liked, as well-respected, and as popular as a girl could be without donning a cheerleader uniform.  I have always looked at her with some awe.

Today, you'd never know there was a time Francine was anything other than successful.  On top of the intellect and sense of humor, she is chic and fit, and everything that is stereotypically attractive, right down to her little Tina Fey glasses.  I'm proud to know her.  You should get to know her, too.

Meet Francine:

Name:  Francine
Age:  38 (what's the point in sugar-coating?)
Job Title:  International Compensation Consultant Senior
Industry:  International Human Resourses

 
Who are you?  I'm a friend, a nerd, an insecure girlfriend. I am a voracious reader, an atheist, a well of sarcasm.
 
Describe your family: This is a hard one: Traditionally, I have two brothers and two sister. No longer any parents. I get along with 75% of my siblings...my younger brother and sister and I are very close, moreso since the death of my mother. However, I consider my real family my friends. They are the ones I go to first in any crisis or struggle, or when something wonderful happens. Also, a very important part of my family - Newt, my 8 month old kitty, and Zen, my friend Kelli's 17 year old kitty who has been living with me for about 4 years as she travels for work. I will miss him (and so will Newt) when she settles and takes him back :(.
 
What does the first hour of your day look like? Hit the snooze for an hour before I actually get up.
 
What does the last hour of the day look like? Talk to Alex.
 
What makes you feel successful? Well, there is the huge weight loss that I've actually managed (for the most part) to keep off.
 
What brings you joy? The first cup of coffee of the day, my niece and nephew (Casey and Zach), watching Zen and Newt play, watching the scale go down (even though it will go back up), running, having my family and friends be happy.
 
Describe yourself in first, sixth, and twelfth grades:  First grade: Smart, not yet fat, in New York.
6th grade: Smart, fat, new kid.  12th grade: Smart, fat, new kid.

What advice would you give to yourself at those ages?
1st grade: Chill out, it's only first grade
6th grade: Don't pay attention to what people say. You may think it's important now, but in 20 years, if you remember, you won't care. And if you do, it's your problem.
12th grade: Study harder. You may be smart, but college is going to be a lot harder than you think.

Who do you admire?  I admire people who are able to convey their thoughts and beliefs in a smart, logical and eloquent manner, making me understand their issues and feelings, yet not forcing said thoughts and feelings down my throat.
 
How would you like to be remembered?  I would like to be remember as someone who didn't suck. I don't really care that everyone like me. I don't care to be famous. I don't think  I'm going to change the world (who really knows, though?) So, I would like to be remembered by those who know me as someone who didn't suck so bad.

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Irene and I were emailing back and forth yesterday, and I was having a deep thought.  "All one needs to be fascinating, is someone other than oneself."  (OOOoooOOOh!)  That's true, though.  You may not find yourself particularly interesting, but I'll bet you dollars to donuts, someone else will.

Amy S. is someone I find fascinating.

I'll admit something here:  Aside from a stint with a roommate, I have never lived completely on my own devices.  When I lived alone in college, my father was supporting me.  When I shared a flat with Karen, we were halving the bills.  I have never in my life been solely responsible for my own homestead.  I find the thought both amazing and terrifying.

Amy S. is one of those sisters doing it for themselves.  If Aretha will sing an ode to you, you're doing something right! 

The elephant in the room with any woman over a certain age is Where Is The Man?  Like a woman can't possibly be anything without one, or must be desperate to have one, or...something.  I love women who rise above the stereotype, who debunk the mythology, and who ride that elephant right into town as "fiercely independent" and content, and who make their own spaces in male dominated fields.  So come meet this fascinating woman, who is an Environmental Scientist.  A scientist!  How do you get  more interesting than that?! 

Meet Amy S.:

First Name: Amy S.
Age Range:30s
Job Title: Senior Environmental Scientist
Industry: Government/Environmental

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Who are you?  I am a work in progress.  Which sounds flip, but really everything else is a label - typically put on me by somebody else - and how I see myself is usually wildly out of sync with how the rest of the world sees me.  My politics are not what you'd expect.  My sexuality is not what the average person would expect.  My job, my family, my marital status - all of it invariably ends up raising *somebody's* eyebrows.

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When I met Elspeth Grafton, she was working in the travel industry, chasing the dream of becoming a full time script supervisor.  While she maintained at her day job, she was taking every opportunity available to earn the hours of experience necessary to qualify for her union, and was striving and struggling ahead against some daunting odds.  There were times she wanted to quit, but she never did.

A few years ago, Elspeth took a leap and quit her day job.  She launched herself head first into the film and television industry, making her dream a reality. 

Look, little impresses me more than someone who has an idea, or a goal, or a dream, and who actually works to make it happen.  Elspeth impresses me.  She recently wrapped work on a film for last year's Oscar darling, Diablo Cody.  In 2007, she earned her screen credit for the second X-Files film.  She has worked in the freezing cold, in the blazing heat, she has had her entire kit and gear stolen and recovered.  She has worked for great people, for horrible people, with wonderful actors, and with clueless ones.  She has worked jobs she has loved, and jobs she has--erm--not loved.  But what is important is that she has worked.  Check out her IMDB profile.  It is robust and growing daily.

Elspeth has done what it takes to turn fantasy into reality.  She has never quit.  (Also, isn't Elspeth the coolest name ever?)

You have got to meet Elspeth

First Name:  Elspeth Grafton
Age Range: on the edge of my 30s - you can guess which end.
Job Title:  Script Supervisor (Continuity)
Industry:  Film/Television

Who are you? I am a friend, a daughter, a sibling, a woman...  I think I'm probably more than I give myself credit for

Describe Your Family: My family is less than conventional.  I've 4 living siblings, one deceased.  I've got a disabled twin I barely communicate with.  I've got two step-fathers (one an ex-step-father), and I've got more extended family than I can describe in a paragraph.  Honestly, I joke that I should create a flow chart/family tree so that people can decypher our family - after all, who can boast three Matthews in one family?

What does the first hour of your day look like?  When I'm working it normally means crawling my tired behind out of bed, showering, hauling all my work gear to my car and driving to set.  If not working, then it usually involves a home made latte, watching the news or reading a book.

What does the last hour of your day look like?  When working it means doing the remainder of my script notes from the days filming and faxing/emailing them off to the editors, crawling into bed, and after setting six alarms (seriously), falling into 4 hours of sleep.  When not working it usually means falling asleep while reading

What makes you feel successful?  This is a hard one.  My industry is fickle.  Success in the film industry...  does that mean steady work or an award on the mantle?  Depends on the person.  Personally, I try to break it down each day.  Was I successful today.  Did I contribute in some way to make a scene better?  Did I save our actors or director some time?  Did I offer a suggestion that could make a scene better?  Did I do my job to the best of my ability?

With so much down time inbetween film projects, it's easy to fall into the 'I'm not working therefore I'm not successful.  I try not to fall into that trap - but often I do.

What brings you joy?  My family.  My job.  My writing.  My friends.  My espresso machine.  Seriously.

What were you like in first, sixth, and twelfth grades?  1st:  hyperactive  6th:  withdrawn  12th:  desperately trying

What advice would you give yourself at each of those ages?  1st:  Enjoy it because your world will come crashing down soon.  6th:  Things might be pretty crappy at home, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to have friends.  Cherish them - they'll get you through the worst.  12th:  You don't have to be invisible.  You can be anything you want.  It will take a bit of time to find your stride, but you will.  You will be visible, and you will be beautiful.  Don't be afraid.

Who do you admire?  I admire traits more than I admire people specifically.  I admire people who have taken their flaws and turned them around to genuinely helped people.  I admire those who can rise above fallibility and accept.   So I guess with those criteria, I admire a lot of people.

How would you like to be remembered?  I would like to be remembered as someone who was fiercely loyal, and loved with all she had.  I'd like to have touched lives with my writing.  I'd like to have made a difference.

Elspeth wrote to me after she had sent her Q&A, and added this quote she lives by.  Think about it.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?"

Marianne Williamson

Get to know Elspeth better at IMDb.com.

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Irene is pretty amazing.  Ask anyone who knows her, or who reads her work.  Irene will tell you she's very average, but she's wrong.  I've shared a bed with her.  I know.

Irene is the kind of person I hoped to meet when I started visiting forums on the internet.  I found her on an aging pop star's web forum, and it was love at first flame war.  We, with Darice, went on to write--I'm not sure how to say this delicately--satirical beastiality fanfiction about the aging pop star on the aging pop star's webforum.  Satirical beastiality fanfiction that the aging pop star actually either read himself, or had read to him.  Irene cringes at this.  I am strangely proud.  Or maybe just strange.  Moo.

I love Irene like seagulls love for you to have picnics at the beach, leaving all your fatty, fried foods behind for them.  It is a greedy, clucking, can't-get-enough-of-your-love-baby kind of love.  But then, everyone who knows Irene loves her that way.  You just want more.  Mooore. 

Here's what she has to say about herself:

First Name:  Irene
Age Range:  I’ll own my age:  41.  Now tell me I couldn’t possibly be that old.  Please.
Job Title:  Account Manager
Industry:  Insurance 

Who are you?  I’m still trying to answer that question for myself, to be completely honest.  I can’t bundle myself up or describe myself as ‘mother’ or ‘devoted wife’ or ‘struggling professional’ or ‘aspiring author’ or anything else.  I’ll just say that like Popeye, I am what I am.  All the attendant quirks, tics and flaws just add depth and flavor, like a fine wine.  Which if I were a wine, at my age I’d be completely rockin’.  Or vinegar.  Which might be closer to the real non-wine me.  But I digress... 
 
Describe Your Family:  I have two families: I have a husband who I adore, who seems to adore me--for which I am very lucky.  I have a beautiful fourteen year old daughter who is so much more than the sum of our two parts—as in scary smart and probably going to take over the world at some point.  I have two fur covered slugs that disguise themselves as cats.  I have two incredible sisters and their children.   My mother is infuriating and amusing and exasperating and wonderful all at once.  (Remind me to tell you the story about the forty day fast for world peace that lasted five days and included pizza, or the time she told me if Jesus had lived past his thirties, he’d have gotten Botox.)
 
I also have a family of choice, the Alphas.  We call ourselves the Alpha Bitch Club, or the ABCs.  These women are the women who I count as my closest, dearest friends and they know me better than anyone.  They are always willing to deliver the clue by four repeatedly to my head until I stop being an idiot, they put up with me, and in return I do the same to them.  If any of them needed a kidney, I’d be swabbing my side with alcohol while I grabbed my keys to get to the hospital.  Mom… I’d have to check my insurance coverage first.  And schedule vacation.  And arrange a cat sitter.
 
What does the first hour of your day look like?  Normally, it’s very dark and filled with grunts.  My husband likes to let his clock radio snooze three times before he gets up.  This annoys me, because I’d rather just sleep the extra 15 minutes.  Then I shamble into the bathroom while the spouse wakes up the teenager, who has her own beauty regimen involving heavy brown eyeliner and a hair straightener to get the properly moody emo look.  I’m usually brushed, moisturized, made up, dressed and out the door within 20 minutes of getting up and then the long drive to work.
 
What does the last hour of your day look like?  I cruise the internet for Orlando Bloom gossip and porn… I mean, I research very weighty and serious matters about celebrity interpersonal relationships so that I may one day have a thesis to get my Ph.D. in Psychology.  Yeah.  That’s it.  That’s the ticket.
 
What makes you feel successful?  A variety of things:  A job well done.  Progress made in a backlog at work.  Making someone who works for me look good.   A funny blog entry.
 
What brings you joy? My daughter.  She’s a great kid: smart, well rounded, beautiful.  She’s my pride and joy
 
What were you like in first, sixth, and twelfth grades?  Oh, jeez.  First grade, if I recall, I was the teacher’s pet.  Sixth, I was the class punching bag.  Twelfth, I was the geeky but almost on the fringes of the popular kids clique one.
 
What advice would you give yourself at each of those ages?  Hmmm.  First grade?  Unknown.  Besides, I wouldn’t listen.  (this would actually be abundantly true for any age of me, frankly)  Sixth:  I would tell me to not listen to my grandmother and remember that the future is directly affected by what I did then.  Twelfth: I would tell myself not to take that year off after high school and go straight on to college.  I would also remind myself that getting healthy habits then would be so much easier to maintain then trying in your thirties and forties.   Oh, and that Barry Waldron wasn’t worth it and that he was a cheating scumsucking dick, so stop crying over him and find a man that wouldn’t borrow money from you to take out an ugly chick.
 
Who do you admire?  I admire a lot of people, too many to list all of them.  I admire all the Alphas.  Each one of them contains a facet or aspect that I truly want to emulate—for example, Telaryn and her strength of will, or Holly and her good sense, or Darice and her intellectual power, or Debbie and her superpower of organization.  Between the six of us, we have the makings of an exceptionally gifted person.
 
I admire Rachel Caine (who is an awesome writer and funny lady and you need to read her Morganville Vampire series and Weather Warden Series like WHOA) because of her ability to maintain a life with a job and her family and everything that implies, and still manage to bang out good, readable novels at an amazing pace while surviving breast cancer.  And she remains amazing while she’s doing it all. 
 
I admire the owner of this blog for being the most confident, beautiful, comfortable-in-her-own-skin, loving woman I’ve ever met.  And for her ability to pose Barbie dolls in salacious Duran Duran related positions while high on raw cookie dough.  (inside joke, thank all the little Gods we lost the negatives [ed. note:  And the big ones.  Whew!]).
 
I admire women who are not afraid to be intelligent, and I admire men who aren’t afraid to admire intelligent women.
 
How would you like to be remembered?  I’d like to be remembered with laughter tinged with joy--as a fairly intelligent woman with a good sense of humor, a strong sense of what is right and wrong, and a moderately good mother, despite my general dislike of children.

Learn more:  You can learn more about Irene, or just laugh yourself sick over on her blog.  If Denis Leary and Erma Bombeck had a baby, it would be Irene.

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I met Leslieann in February of 1997, on her birthday, which also happened to be Valentine's Day.  That night, she was the focal point of a group of women who would become my tight social circle for the next several years--actually, the group of women who made me really appreciate what it meant to have girlfriends. 

Leslieann is funny.  She is smart, and friendly, can work a spreadsheet like nothing I've ever seen, and can talk more than anyone else I know.  (I'll let her tell you about that in her Q&A.)  She is a country girl, from a little town in west Texas, who has a taste for bad boys and bad television (Matlock is her favorite show.  We love her anyway.), and an uncanny ability to find herself in the strangest situations.  She always has a story.

Meet Leslieann.

First Name: Leslieann
Age Range:  Thirties
Job Title: Admin Analyst
Industry:  Transportation/Insurance
 
Who are you?  I am a Christian, mother, soon to be ex-wife, friend and self professed geek.  I was queen of the geeks in college and continue to hold the title.  If there is a nerd, ne’er do well, socially inept person within 50 yards they will be drawn to me like a moth to a flame. 

I want to be the cool popular one, but instead I’m the friend of the cool one.  I’m changing my definition of myself as I travel down the road of divorce.  I’ll let you know what I become in the end.
 
Describe Your Family:  I am a single parent with a large extended family.  I have aunts and uncles that are really cousins, but due to age and closeness are considered more.  I have loving church family that is there to support me and keep me in line.  Currently I’m sharing a house with another single mom and it’s actually going well.  We compliment each other in our strengths and weaknesses. 
 
What does the first hour of your day look like?  Blurry.  I hit snooze once then get up about 6:15 a.m.  I stumble to the shower and try to wake up.  I get dressed and ready to go then wake up my daughter about 7:00.  She’s not a morning person either so we rush to get out the door by 7:30.
 
What does the last hour of your day look like?  I usually wash my face, get the young one to bed then try to zone out with a little mind numbing TV or book.  Then I crash and sleep like the dead.
 
What makes you feel successful?  My daughter’s laugh and the ability to make my co-workers laugh.  I feel I’ve done my best when my daughter laughs and then runs to hug me and tell me for the 10 millionth time she loves me and I’m the best mommy ever.  My co-workers says I should write a book about my misadventures and laugh at my stories.
 
What brings you joy?  My daughter and my friends, driving with my sunroof open on a perfect day singing at the top of my lungs to some cheesy song. 
 
What were you like in first, sixth, and twelfth grades?  First grade was lots of time spent in the corner for talking and trying to be the teacher.  I stood in the corner so long one time my teacher forgot about me and I fell asleep.  I fell to the floor and she felt horrible.  She even bought me a gift to apologize.  I still talk too much, but I started young.  

6th grade – My father died and I don’t remember much of that year or the next.  I know I got braces and a bad perm.  I also got boobs so I’m sure it was better that I blocked it out. 

12th – Chomping at the bit to get out of high school and my small town.  I knew greater things awaited me in college. 
 
What advice would you give yourself at each of those ages?  1st – you don’t have to say everything you think.  6th – this will pass and you will survive.  12th – you were right…college and life does get better.
 
Who do you admire?  I admire strong, independent women.  I admire my mother for being a great friend and mother and always being there for me no matter what.  I admire my friends for many different things and I love how we are all so different yet the greatest of friends.  I admire how they still accept me for all my faults and admit to being my friend.
 
How would you like to be remembered?  I want to be remembered as someone who stood out and always fought for the right side and never compromised her principles.  I want to be remembered as a good mother, friend and for sharing Jesus with others.

Want to know more about Leslieann?  Look her up on LiveJournal as willa_love.  She promises she is going to start writing more. 

Oh, she is going to kill me for posting this picture (our questionable style is now under control), but we look like such a happy couple!  Here we are on the Strand in Galveston in 1998.  Ah, the 90s.  Leslieann on the right.

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