| about me... |
| Well here it is, what you've all been waiting for! Okay, not really, but hey I have to put something about me up here. Afterall, people will want to know who it was that designed this incredible website! Again, I think I'm overstating. So I'll just get on with it okay? I was born in Beverly, MA to Ruby and Edward Cann. I grew up mostly in Eastern Massachusetts. I spent most of my teen years in Salem MA. Yes, the witch city. No I am not a witch. Yes I have met witches. No they do not worship the devil. No they do not fly. Yes I know about the witchtrials. There does that answer most of your questions? Any others will have to be directed to me via e-mail. So, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's get on with it shall we? I changed schools a lot due to moving around. So I didn't attend any one school from K-8th grade. I did stay in one high school though. Good 'ol Salem High. Hell on earth if you're not 120, blond, a cheerleader, and dating a jock. So, I didn't like it all that much. I did come out of it with some great friends and memories though. Not of high school, but more after school memories. I think I lived most of my life with my friends! I could go on forever about my after school adventures, but you'll have to get to know me better to hear those tall tales! This is just an about me page you know. Not my life's story in full detail! 12 days after I graduated high school, I was on a plane to Texas. What would I want in Texas you might ask. Well, that's where Lackland Air Force Base is. The Basic Training base for the Air Force. You guessed it. I joined the military. I must say, Basic Training was the best thing that ever happened to my self-esteem and my discipline. Some who know me, might have said I was a bit out of my parent's control. Ah yes, six weeks of living with 59 other women. What a dream. HAH!! I'm telling ya, when you have about 50 women with PMS, you don't want to be withing 10 miles of us, no matter if you're a Drill Sgt. or not! Other than that, it was worth the hard work. I really came through with a clear mind of who I wanted to be. Unfortuneately for the Air Force, I didn't want to be there. But like many teens who wanted to escape the monotony of home, I joined without thinking. So I held my chin up and kept on. North Dakota. That's where they stuck me! I asked for East coast, West coast or Overseas. Preferably overseas. Nope. North Da-ma-Kota. Unbelievable. Cold. That's all I can say. Very cold. I made some great friends, had a good job. Chaplain's assistant. Easiest job in the Air Force other than running the desk at the athletic center! Just kidding. I did work. I loved my job. I just didn't like the military. We just didn't mesh, you get me? One year later and I had a best friend, a boyfriend, and a job I loved. I started classes for college. I was on a roll. Then, as with everything in my life, disaster struck. At least, that's how I felt back then. I found out I was pregnant. Considering my job, it's not exactly wonderful when a single airman who works in the Chapel and is supposed to hold up the moral standard, winds up pregnant. I was a wreck. My boyfriend, whom I thought at the time was the greatest, decided it would be best if I got an abortion. Too stressed out to know what was best for me, I agreed. Don't stop reading and think I'm an asshole just yet! I agreed, but couldn't follow through with it. My best friend came to see me before my appointment and asked me why I was doing it. Simple question right? Well, I didn't have an answer. I love children, I knew there were other options. So I told what's-his-face that I wasn't going through with it. Well of course, he tells me I've ruined his life and breaks up with me. I'VE RUINED HIS LIFE!!! The NERVE!! Within two months, he's on his way back to Indiana! Can you believe this jerk? Well, I am not going to let my life go down the tubes with this. I left the military and went home. I was convinced I was going to keep this baby. I had even started buying clothes for him. Then, I woke up and looked at my life. Literally! I woke up one morning and looked around. My clothes were in suitcases because I had no bureau. The crib was at the end of my bed with barely enough room to squeeze in between. I was living in a spare bedroom of my mom's boyfriend's apartment. I had no job, and had trouble getting one because I was so far along and needed maternity leave. No. I was not going to raise my child like this. I picked up the phone book and looked up adoption. Soon after I made my decision, I left my mother's place (which she and her boyfriend were evicted from a few months later!) and moved in with my current boyfriend Michael. He truly is the love of my life. He supported me through everything. And at the same time, was able to love me and forgive me for the mistakes I had made. The adoption process went on without a hitch. My son, who the parents named Jack, is a wonderful healthy little boy. Now two years old, he's well adjusted and becoming a handful of fun. And beautiful. Did I mention beautiful? Thank goodness he takes after his mother! And finally we get to the present. I live in Haverhill, MA with Michael and my two cats: Shady and Mischief. Our babies we call them. We both work at Phillips Academy in Andover and love our jobs. I am very happy with my life and the way everything has turned out. I've been through a lot, and was still able to come out on top. For that I love and thank everyone who had a part in it! You know who you are. You may be wondering why I've concentrated so much on the adoption of my son, and that's understandable. He is the best thing to ever happen in my life and the biggest. I am still young, 22, and I have a whole life to live. Maybe in a few years, if this site is still up, I will give you all an update on how my life is going. As of right now. I'm happy. I'm safe. I live in a great house. I have an incredible boyfriend. I have a great job. And I'm happy. That's the most important thing. Thank you everyone for listening, or rather reading, and I hope you enjoyed my site. Have a great life. Be happy. That's what it's all about. Lots o' love, Harmony |