Hello.  My name is Tyne. And for those of you who don't mind reading...this is your page about me (in vast detail)!


I lived in a tiny town in Montana called Big Timber for 19 years.  When I left, the population was a large 1700 people.  Wow you must say.  I currently live in the largest town in Montana, which is Billings.  The population in city limits is about 120,000.  Yeah, so like for the largest town...that is small for most people.  Small town backgroud...

My dad is from California.  My mom is fron Upstate New York.  My dad was a cop most of my life.  He just retired in Spring, 2004.  He was one of those few good cops.  Course, he was a detective and those are the coolest cops.  I don't think he will ever stop being a detective.  It comes too natural to him.  He is a very honorable man.  He enlisted and served in Vietnam because he grew up in a family of true blood Americans.  Stupid body-count war or not; he did what his country asked.  I feel bad for him because when he got off the plane coming back, hippies spat at and threw stones at him.  What a great way to treat a man only doing what he was ordered.  Luckily he didn't see too much jungle action.  I believe he servied in a supply unit.  He doesn't talk about it much.  And when he does..well it obviously affected him.  He is not one to show his emotions on his sleeve.  I just hope we as a country never make the mistake of blaming soldiers who just did what was ordered.

My mom worked various jobs most of my life.  I think at one time she had three jobs.  She always worked hard and yet still had time to maintain home and kids, of which she had three.  She became termanally ill when I was in Jr High.  Or at least that was when she was diagnosed.  She has kind of a more advanced version of sleep apnea.  Her disease is called "Ideopathichypersomulance".  If it sounds odd and you have never heard of it, it was only recently noticed.  I say noticed because doctors in the field feel that it has exhisted for awhile, just was never diagnosed properly.  My mom had been ill for awhile and been misdiagnosed a great deal.  It is hypothesized that all of the misdiagnosises probaly caused the advancement of her disease.  "Ideopathichypersomulance"  basically means that for some unknown reason she has unexplained sleep deprevation.  This sickness basically tells the mind to keep the vital organs running, store food supplies no matter what, and degrades the immune system.  It often causes complications.  She is often overally tired and becomes sick easily.  She had gained weight over the years, and the fact that she ate normal amounts of food often confused her.  Today she barely eats enough to feed a bird.  She was told that her sickness caused the weight-gain to happen.  Since her diagnosis she has lost 100+ pounds, although she still never lets me know her exact weight.  She is ashamed I guess even though it has nothing to do with what she did.  Her sickness is genetic.  Her oldest brother died a few years prior to her diagnosis from congestive heart failure, which is what she would have died of eventually as well.  My mom has always been one tough cookie, never afraid to speak her mind.  Most people here (Montana) don't tend to understand her upfrontness.  I joke and blame it on being from the East Coast.  I tend to be a great deal like my mom.

I have two older brothers, Ty & Justin.  Ty is 6 years older then me.  My mom had chosen my name from before she had Ty.  I am named after Tyne Daly, the actress who is now on "Judging Amy".  Little does she know she has a name-sake.  Then Justin was born 2 years later...and Mom had basically given up hope for a girl.  My brother Justin was born with learning disabilties and epilepsy.  He had also had a twin that did not develop in the womb.  My mom said it came out as a blob.  I am guessing that must have been a strange and terrifying sight.  Justin only had a child's version of epilepsy, and grew out of it somehow.  His learning disabilties gave him problems in school.  He had no problem learning, and had/has this insane ability to recall any information verbally and in great detail.  He will just always have a problem transferring that information from his brain to his hand to writing.  That is where his "learning disability" will always cause problems.  Although, he writies poety often (although I have only had the pleasure to read one of his works).  He is to this day the SMARTEST person I know.  If you ask anyone who knows him, they will tell you the same.  His brilliance will knock you off your feet.  I would even dare some to try to beat him in a debate.  Inbetween the 4 years before Justin was born and I was born, my mother had had cervical cancer.  It was severe enough to have half of her cervix removed.  She also had her tubes tied.  But, I still happened. 

I was born December 8, 1981 at 11:06am, which makes me 23 currently.  I was born with a slightly twisted leg which was operated on and repaired.  The ironic thing was that I wasn't supsta be born healthy or even close to it.  When my mother had become pregnant with me, she was afraid the cancer had just come back.  I learned much later it took her 4 months to go into the doctor, out of fear of having cancer again. Her doctors told her that because of her circumstances, odds are I if I lived to term I would be retarded.  They told her to get an abortion.  My mother was Catholic at the time, so we all know how that went over.  Luckily, she gave it all to God.  Good thing to do, actually.  Because of her lack of a full cervix, I should have miscarried myself.  But to everyone's dismay...I put my little butt in the birth canal to plug the hole until I felt ready to dare enter this world.  If I had moved, I would have just aborted myself.  My mom tells everyone I was "kissed by the angels".  In my opninion, it's obvious that God had all (not something) to do with my survival.  And, except for the whole crooked leg thing, I was perfectly normal.  The doctors were wrong.  This lead to my idea of Abortion not being the correct decision, especially in this day and age of tons of ways to have birth control.  Yeah life is hard, but God will help you.  Just believe.

Of course confusion insued as I grew up.  I learned a lot, and I am sorry if I brought turnmoil to anyone in my wake.  As you may have been able to see in a small way, I am a Christian.  Oh shreak of fear!  Don't turn away though, cuz I try not to be the typical Christian.  That is better understood when one talks to me, or chats to me.  Anywayz, I wasn't always a Christian.  Sure I grew up going to at first a Catholic then a Lutheran church and all, but that gave me no reasons to believe in a loving God by any means.  As I entered my freshman year of high school, I was a troubled youth.  No reason inparticular like abusive parents or something.  I was just empty without meaning I guess.  I had been teased a bit too much.  Anger was common in me.  I would have done drugs if someone had asked me...anything in attempts to escape my turmoil.  I remember thinking one day in the back outskirts of my mind, "God if you exist you better send me someone my way to help me learn about you."  I shit you not (and yeah I am a Christian that swears...oh the horrible mouth!), no more then a week later a Pentecostal girl (strict Christian church) moved to Big Timber.  Gabriel (yeah like the archangel), or Gabby as we came to know her.  I remember she wore skirts every day...and EVERYONE was curious about her.  She was different.  At the time none of us knew why.  The town was predominately Lutheran and Catholic.  It was a "Yeah God exists but who cares?" type of feeling.  It is because of her I became a Christian.  Course it was over a year before I really became a Christian.  She just got my mind moving.  Gabby's mother had the gift of visions from God  The reason Gabby's family had moved there is because God had told her mother in a dream to move to this place.  He even gave her the ability to see their future home.  Then poof they moved to my home town.  Some of we Christians move like that.  We just do.  Mostly, we don't even think anything about it.  Last time I knew, Gabby was living in Missouri and married to a preacherman.
Who the hell is this weird person??
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