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Andrea Bibby (Durkey)
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Last Updated: |
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June 14, 2008 |
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Residing In: |
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Colleyville, TX USA |
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Occupation: |
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Interior Decorator and Home Furnishings Sales |
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Children: |
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One Son - Frankie Cerasoli, born 1992. The apple of my eye. Cooler than I could ever dream of being. |
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I'm currently living in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area for nearly 7 years and I truly love it here.
After high school I got married at age 18. That lasted for a little over a year. He was awful cute, but we were too young. Got divorced, parted as friends, and moved to Tulsa for 5 years, working at the VA Clinic in the day and as a cocktail waitress at Charlie Mitchell's Restaurant in the evenings and on weekends. After a couple years, quit those jobs and started selling cars at Clark Country Chevrolet in Broken Arrow (pard'ner). Two years there and then moved to Fayetteville, AR, to take a job as a pharmaceutical rep for Pfizer, Inc. Based in Fayetteville for two years, my territory was about 60% travel, mostly rural Arkansas and small part of Northeast Oklahoma. Lots of driving in my company Chevrolet Celebrity Sedan, thru mostly dry counties. Not a problem, though, since the scenery in the Ozarks is some of the most breath-taking you'll ever find - - like driving through Heaven. Especially early in the morning with patches of fog.
Met my 2nd husband in 1988 in Las Vegas at a 5-day-long pharmaceutical convention for the American Pulmonary Association. He was awful cute, too, so we dated for a year between Philadelphia and Fayetteville, then I quit Pfizer and moved to Philly for 6 months to be with him while he finished school. It was fun living in Ben Franklin's backyard. Lots of cool history in that town.
In 1990 we packed up and moved to New Jersey and got married by a priest named Father Wiener. He didn't pronounce it like "weener", tho, he said it more like "whiner" but we liked to say it as "weener." Hubby worked for Hoffman-LaRoche Pharmaceuticals and I worked as a secretary for a worldwide executive recruiting agency in New York City and commuted by train every day into mid-town Manhattan. We shuffled like cattle off the trains and into the stairwells, upward toward the streets of the city, uncomfortably close to the backs and necks of total strangers. It was fun working on the 23rd floor in the old PanAm Building (now Met Life Building) on top of Grand Central Station, looking directly out onto the tippy top of the Chrysler Building (featured in the Sex and The City series. Gorgeous building and view. I felt very sophisticated. I stayed there for about 2 ½ years, and learned a lot about life in the big city. My eyes were opened to how differently certain people in this world live. Amazing. It was awesome experiencing the restaurants and nightlife in New York. That city really doesn't ever sleep. That's no lie. Neither did we, some nights. But we were young, so whatever. I loved walking through Chinatown and seeing weird foods hanging in the windows of restaurants, going to Little Italy for cannolis and cappuccinos late at night, and watching the crazy drivers honking and swerving. I couldn't take it now, but I loved it then.
We moved from the city to the country in 1992, building our dream house in a little farm town just outside Clinton, New Jersey, where our son was born a few months later. I had quit work, weighed nearly 200 lbs pre-delivery, yet felt like a million bucks. I was a whale, but an ecstatic whale and just thought the whole thing was awesome. Life was good. Frankie was born a week before Thanksgiving and was colicky for the 1st four months, but heck I didn't care. He was my gorgeous 9 pound baby!! The next year, when he was 9 months old and all my whale-ness had fallen away, we moved back up to the Boston area where I'm originally from. My husband took a job in Cambridge at a start-up pharmaceutical company on the campus of MIT. It was a very exciting time. Lots of braniacs up there. I paled in comparison. We had lots of great family times there, snowbound with the neighbors, sledding, and making margaritas in the midst of the blizzards. We were so lucky to have made some really incredible friendships, but it was such a cold climate so we decided in 2001 to move to Texas for warmer weather, as well as to be closer to my sister & brother-in-law in Flower Mound, TX, my parents who are still in Fayetteville, AR, and my brother & his family who still live in Muskogee.
We got to Texas, bought a house, then one month later, 9/11 happened, followed two months later by the collapse of our almost 12-year marriage. We divorced the following year. Another one bites the dust.
Seven months after that divorce, I married for the 3rd time. GENIUS, RIGHT? What was I thinking?? Well, he was awful cute, too. Go figure. We were married for 5 years, portions of which were incredibly fun and adventurous. However, sadly my 3rd divorce will be final on June 22nd . So much for me and marriage.
The best part of my life is that my son is an amazing human being and makes me proud every day. He definitely has the brains, common sense, grace and humor in the family and keeps me grounded and laughing.
Workwise, I now decorate and furnish other people's houses. That is my lot in life and oddly it suits me to a tee. So what if my degree is in Psychology. Making things beautiful makes me happy. I should have been doing this my whole life. Only took me 35 years to figure it out. I'm a slow learner. I work for Stacy's Furniture ("If you're not buying from Stacy's you're burning money....") It's a blast. Next best job to being an at-home-mom and house-minder. But now Frankie is nearly 16 and really doesn't want his mom around at all - - nada - - -not so much. So I'm becoming passe around the old homestead. Part of the cycle.
For the most part I'm just trying to age gracefully and act globally !! Hee hee. Red wine helps. |
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School Story: |
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Sheila Boehm's basement parties, Sally Jo's blue car, lunch at My Place bar-b-cue, Showstoppers and drill team, assemblies, cruising 32nd street, getting grounded for nearly 6 months when I was 16. |
My son Frankie, step-daughter Leslie and me in front of MGM Grand in Las Vegas.
On my birthday not last year. Man, I'm getting old!
Hugh Hefner and me at Madame Toussaud's Wax Museum. I kept telling him I'm not available, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer...
My nephew Hayden and me at the airport. (Wendy's son). He's a cutie pie!
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