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My life story, by Brandie (-Lysol-)

I was born in Chelan, Washington on a cold morning in January 1982. For the longest time, I heard that my dad wasn't there because he was on a fire call (he was a firefighter), but I've been set straight. Since he attended my birth, he also got to witness my mom nearly bleeding to death in the delivery room. Not because I was too big (well I was, 9lbs 5oz), but because when I came out, I took too much of her placenta and subsequent uterine parts with me. And I think the DR had something to do with it also, as they had to use forceps to get me out all the way and probably nicked something while in there (I still have two little dots near my temples from where the forceps were, its weird). Anyway, though, she lived and all was well.

I lived for the first 6 years of my life in this little green house I don't remember too much about. It had a HUGE walnut tree in the back yard. And I had a blue SMURF car (one you could sit in and drive around with your feet). Thats about it.

When I was 7, we moved into a house that I remember plenty about. My dad designed it, planned it, built it from the foundation up. It was yellow. I had my own room. OH YEAH - I don't have any siblings at this point in time. Dad got snipped like 3 months after I was born. So this house was cool and stuff but I won't bore you with the details. I had weird neighbors who, when the house was being built, found a wooden banana in the dirt. They did awful things to that banana, I'm not joking around about this one.

At this point in time, my mom was, for one reason or another, unhappy with her marriage and decided to sleep with someone down in Wenatchee. My dad knew, but didn't say anything. He wanted to keep the family together. Mom only did it once, but as many of you might know, it only takes once to break that sacred trust. We lived in that house for 5 more years before, on the day after xmas, my dad left my mom and I and moved in with someone he knew in Bend, Oregon.

Mom and I didn't take it well since I wasn't being told the whole truth. Aparently 12 is too young to know whats going on with her parents' lives. But not young enough not to be given the decision on where I wanted to live. My mom started seeing one of the neighbor's friends pretty seriously and he moved in with her. Sad thing is, I was closer to his age than she was. He was 12 years older than I was, and he was 13 years younger than she was. Lovely. At this point in time, I wasn't happy living where I was in what I was. Some deal was set between my mom and dad that said I owned half the house my mom and I lived in, she owned the other half, but if I lived with my dad, she'd own it in full. So I left. I wanted her to have the house, or at least have the money the house meant, so she could move into something else. She of course didn't take it this way and blamed herself and everything. I never told her the truth about why I left until I was 18.

So begins my saga in Bend, Oregon. Dad marries Carol, the woman he moved in with after he left my mom and me. Mom married Brentt, the guy who moved in with her. I stayed in Bend. Long story short, I made some great friends right away (something I never really had in Chelan) and was really happy there. Come the summer of my Freshman year, Dad proclaims that we're moving back to Chelan.

Not happy. I had great friends, an awesome place to live, and more opportunities in Bend then I ever could hope to possibly dream of in Chelan (4A school vs 1B school = better classes, teachers, sports.. you get the picture). I was pissed. So my Sophomore year became a quest to do whatever I felt like doing. I was a straight-A student, but I let my grades slip to Bs (yeah oooo watch out!). I made a name for myself. Everyone knew me.. the super preppy kids, the punks, the skaters, the goths, the nerds, the normal ones.. everyone could say "Hey Brandie!" and not be sarcastic about it. It was nice. I gained self-esteem.

So in between my Sophomore year and Junior year, we moved back to Chelan. I kept in touch with my friends via IRC (EFNET YO) and was miserable. Miserable. Talking to my friends in IRC was the only thing that kept me sane. It was also the best thing that happened to me so far.

One day in October of 1998, a nick named "SniperJoe" came into the chat room where we all were chatting. He was a friend of the room's OP. SniperJoe was nice. He was relatively close to our ages (3 years older), he was engaged, and had a sense of humor we could all get along with. At this point in time, I'm still swooning over this guy I had a huge crush on in Bend. The ____hole, as we now call him. Why? Because he was. I wrote him a letter pretty much saying that I've had a crush on him for the past year and that I wondered what he felt in return. I even included a SASE so he could write back. Did he? No. ANYWAY - SniperJoe was just a person in the chat room, until he started talking about how his fiance wasn't acting right. For some reason, I wanted to talk to SniperJoe about this so we started chatting on ICQ. He confided in me. Long story short, when his fiance eventually did break it off with him, he came to me to talk. I remember feeling sick to my stomach hearing about how his heart was broken.

We started talking more and more and realized that we were perfect for eachother, but in many more words and chat sessions. On February 14, 1999 right before midnight (making it Feb. 15), he said he loved me. ZING! Life is good

I think there are some of you who have heard the antics following this so I'll be brief. Spring Break came and I lied to my dad so I could meet Joe in Seattle for the week. I said I met him in Bend, NOT on the Internet. Dad is paranoid you see and would have shot me where I stood if I said that. So Joe and I had a great week.

And I came back to Chelan feeling guilty. Told Dad and he freaked out. Didn't ground me, but told he he didn't trust me anymore and rightfully so. We didn't get along anymore, I couldn't stand being around him or his wife Carol.. until I basically said, near the middle of my Senior year, that I was moving in with Joe after graduation. We went to counseling to tie up some loose ends. Ends up I didn't have a problem with my dad and he didn't have a problem with me. All the tension in the house was due to my step-mom, whom I despised. After that realization, Dad and I were best buds again and Carol was actually civil to me. Go figure. All the while, I'm playing AC with Joe.

I REALIZE THIS IS GETTING LONG, SORRY..

So I move in with Joe in California (Rohnert Park, to be exact). I hated it there. All we'd do is sit in the apartment and play AC. I gained 50lbs.

So we decided to move back to Reno once Joe got a better job. He did and we got the hell out of Dodge, er.. Rohnert Park, California.

This is where the modding comes in. When Joe and I started playing AC, he pointed me to ACVault and the boards in hopes I could gain some knowledge. The first board I ever saw was the Archer's Stop (because I was an Archer). So began my saga on VN. *smirk* After awhile, I was posting pretty regularly (3 or 4 times per day lol) on Leafcull and -fish- asked me if I wanted to be a mod. I said sure and POOF -Nigma- modded me. No application, no screening process lol.

2 years after I was first modded, I was made Manager by -Rosethorn-. She also Managerized Mithan so we were manager buddies. Mithan was better than me though (<3) so he was made Admin when -Rosethorn- left. I stuck around for awhile too but found myself with very little time with school and planning a wedding that I stepped down. I realized that I missed it, A LOT, and asked to come back shortly after Joe and I got married in January of last year. <important details omitted> but late last year I was made Manager again because I can feel the <3. So now we're caught up.

Questions:

"Why did you change your name from Brandie to Lysol?"

I had quite a few name changes. Brandie became Lysol (and then -Lysol- after the IGN merge someone ganked my name) when I realized that what the trolls said "OMFG BRANDIE SUCKS PEEN" "BRANDIE = BAD BITCHY MOD" and stuff like that actually hurt. So I wanted to distance my RL name from my modding name. When people would say "LYSOL SUCKS WEINER" it didn't hurt. My name progression has gone like this:

Brandie -> -Brandie- -> Brandie -> Mini-Mod -> Moderator131 -> Brandie -> Lysol -> -Lysol-

*phew* I think thats it. Its too long. IM SORRY

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