All about me!
Well, here we are. It's time
that we've all been waiting for, where I talk about myself, where
I'm going in the world, and etc. and so forth. I'm Rob, naturally,
and I'm 27 years old <28 on May 25th> on this soon to be a dustball of a planet that
we all live on. I live in Norfolk, VA by myself. So any of you
people concerned with if someone else lived with me to interrupt
your stalker drives, there you go. Stalk away. I've been made
a geek of sorts by profession, since I can't seem to get out of
the computer support industry at this time. It's not that I really
want to be in a support enviroment for the rest of my life, it's
just what I do well and can do without a great amount of strain.
I plan on working on getting an English major and possibly a second
major or otherwise sound minor and get to work on writing a great
american novel or something. I'm sure you'd buy the book, just
because it's me and all. You'd even tell me it was a good book,
just to spare my feelings I'm sure. bwahaha. If that doesn't work
out, I still want to be a professional chef, which brings me to
another point about myself. I'm a vegetarian. So that means what?
No meat for me. To avoid the pointless dribble and argument, that
includes birds and fish. If it came from an animal's hide that
once lived, I'm not eatin it. Also, no, there's not anything you
can say or show me to prove how I really really need to eat meat.
I've been over it. Well thought out decision, in comparison to
some of the life choices I've made so far. To hurry up with this,
I suppose I'll hit on some quick details. I've got 3 tattoos,
all japanese, which say "Father Love Daughter". Between
me and my ex-fiancee, the former Jennifer Leigh Sawyer, we made
the most wonderful thing come into existence from our perspective.
The tattoo is a sort of symbol of the uneasy peace I've made with
myself as a result of the after effects. While my daughter lives
in the world somewhere, it's not with me nor her mother. It's
a long story, but it's not one for here. There's some pictures
of her here, so feel free to look. On a more recent newsline, I'm
going to be a proud father once again in August. They said it's a
boy, so I'm praying they're right. In case if you were wondering
if I picked a name yet, yes I have. Caleb Sebastian Waters. I like
it, so I don't care if you don't. :P In a parting thought for the
moment, a friend once said in an discussion that experiences don't
make you into who you are, that something entirely different does.
I still contend experience makes you into everything you are and
ever can become. Otherwise I'd still be a boy trying to find out
how much trouble I can get into instead of a man taking responsibility
for his world.
The Pictures:
This is Savannah Elizabeth Knowles,
my daughter. She'll be 4 in October of 2000. She was born premature,
due to some serious health problems Leigh had related to the pregnancy
that could have killed her. No matter what I say, thanks to the
mercy of God, both mother and daughter pulled through.
This is me, Leigh, and Savannah
the day after she was born. Personally, this picture cost me alot.
My job at the time didn't want to let me off work to go see my
newborn daughter. How hypocritical. I know the same manager had
a baby and I'm pretty sure she expected her husband to be there.
The other thing you don't see here, is the fact that my left leg
was done up nicely in a brace. I'd managed to pull a tendon the
week before while doing the Haunted
Forest.
Okay, to save you from further
trauma, I'm just going to provide links for the rest. Eventually,
I hope to get energetic enough to make fingernails for everything,
so you don't end up clicking through pointless pictures, none
of which you've been wanting to see.
New Additions since
I actually updated:
Me, last October at a post-Haunted
Forest Denny's run. <No, I'm not gay!>
Me kicking around sticks
looking for kindling while camping.
Doing what is done best
while camping, SLACKING!
The post-camping sport,
eating out at Cracker Barrel
This is Karla. She's mah speshul buddy. heh. It's mega cool
having someone to talk to that acutally knows how I feel and how rough it can be to feel that
way.
This is Erin, who constantly complains
about not having her picture here
Here's another, since she'll
invariably bitch about the one I picked. =)
Non-updated schtuff
This here is an older picture of
Leigh, right about when we got together.
Me at the moment of my mom thinking
it's a good photo op.
Baby Pictures of me, take 1.
Ditto, take 2.
And again, for the third try.
What the hell, let's take one
more.
Here's my driver's license.
It's actually the one I carry on me.
The same month as the license,
but I'm actually wearing a tie.
This is actually the most RECENT
of me. It's still old though.
Oh yes. I'm sure many people
will praise this one. I'm on my knees.
Let's see. Here's me at work
at an old job.
And here's me at Denny's after
work. Notice the similar clothes.
My haunted forest costume from
a couple years ago.
Now it's time for me
and the ex's.
Here's me and Cat.
Me and Leigh in more polite
times.
Me and Becky. She doesn't want
people to see this. I don't see why. Ashamed of me?
Almost done. Here's
two more for posterity. I have more, but there's no point in putting
them all here. Email me for them if you're that hard up to see
my embarassment. Smirk.
Here's me and one of the last
feigning moments of my belief in Santa.
Look close. You can see the barbell
in my tongue.
That's all for this page folks.
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