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Ok now I'll intro myself

Now with the vent outta the way I'll say howdy. My real name isn't important, 'specially cuz of who I work for, I don't need anyone starting crap. Anyhoo, I'm BuckeyeMom. I have 2 purdy lil' boys, "R" and "J", 7 and 5, and married to "G". My boys are my life, "R" is autistic, Asperger's Syndrome actually, and while life has been a struggle for him and us both as we learn to deal with it, I can't say that I'd change a thing. Both are smart as a whip, J is 5 going on 15 at times ("I can read this, I can read that, I can read this.." until someone says "OK ENOUGH ALREADY!!!")
I play Everquest, am quite addicted actually. It's my one vice, except for Wint-O-Green Lifesavers (and no damnit I can't get em to spark in the dark when I chew em). Should you play, I am Taliyahna, Natilya, Davenya, and Kirnora on the Karana server. No, I don't care about hearing about any other games, nor do I care why you think EQ sucks. Post that crap somewhere else.
I have a beyooooootiful niece, Miss Bre, and another one on the way, due in January. I am the proudest auntie ever! But I'm begging my brother and SIL to please give her a white-girl name, the other one just sounded too...ethnic....
I'll eventually post something about my hobbies n stuff, as I go, so I won't bore ya with the details now...I got an adventure waitin' on a certain wizard ;)
Peace out!

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