Last update:
18 June 2009

Bio

Full Name: Ellen Marie Gibson. I started going by Marie when I was 15, when I found out that that was what my dad originally wanted to call me. Plus, I would be the only girl in my class named Marie J

Date of Birth: November 17, 1971, 10:28am at the 29 Palms Marine Corp Airbase, near Palm Springs, CA

Parents: Michael William Gibson, Marine Corps Staff Sergeant, and Nora Dene Schoenberger-Gibson, unemployed at the time.

Siblings: William Edward, born in Cherry Point, NC in April of 1973 and Wendy Carol, born in Montclair, CA in August of 1978. One “foster” brother my dad took in 1992, named Mike Fear (even though we don’t talk anymore. No special reason, we just don’t talk), adopted sister Latavia Howard, who has known and been around our family since around 1988, an adopted “Mexican” sister named Gianna, even though I’ve only known her a couple of years, and a very strange Okie named Kortnee Johnson, who adopted me as the big sister she never had, sometime around 2000. She currently lives in OKC, Oklahoma, where she has pretty much lived her whole life.

Children: Joanne Vanessa-Carole Gibson, born Sept 26, 1992 in Inglewood, CA. (Father deceased) and William Harry-Quentin Emmons, born Nov 3, 1995 in Torrance, CA (father a dirt bag that thank god, he never sees)

Education: As far back as I can remember: Park View Elementary, Victorville CA (1980 – 1984), Victor Valley Jr High (1984-1986), Cajon High (graduated early by taking GED in 1989 at age 17); Computer Programming and Data Entry, Southern California Regional Occupational Center, 1991 and 1994; Associate of Arts Degree in Business Management, AIU Online, 2005; Bachelor of Arts Degree in Criminal Justice, AIU Online, Sept 2006

Marital Status: Never married.

Joanne’s father bailed on me after I told him I was pregnant with her. I found out in March of 2005 that he had died on October 6, 1997 of cancer at the age of 25. Quentin’s father and I had planned on getting married when I found out I was pregnant, but the end result was he went to prison for carrying a concealed weapon and being high on meth. I tried to give him another shot when he got it, but that ended badly. He came back around again in 2000, but disappeared soon after we found out that our son was autistic. He’s pretty much made himself scarce since. And good riddance to him.

Heritage: On my mother’s side, I’m German/Jew and English. According to what my grandfather told me, our family (Schoenberger) had a castle in the early 1800’s that was cheated from them. A friend of mine in Holland thinks he might have found it, but it remains to be seen. Apparently, the name comes from Schoenberg, or People of the city of the beautiful mountain. Don’t quote me on that. My great grandfather and his brothers left Germany just after Hitler came to power, because they feared they would be found out as Jews. They owned a brewery that was seized by the SS after they fled.

On my father’s side, I’m Scottish, Irish, French Canadian, German, English and Dutch. Apparently, we were descended from Clan Buchanan in Scotland that fought alongside William Wallace during his war with the English. There were four Gibson brothers, one of which was shipped to the prison colony in Australia when he was caught stealing a potato. I also might be related to Mel Gibson and 80’s pop singer Debbie Gibson, but nothing has been found to prove this conclusively.

Hair: Currently, it’s a darkish red. It tends to change color on a whim.

Eyes: Green, with grey specks. My best feature, I think

Height: about five foot six and a half or five foot seven.

Weight: Decline to state, although at the moment, I am working on being as skinny as I was when my daughter was born.

Favorite Color: Hunter green. I like anything I look good in, but that’s my favorite color.

What I’m doing currently: Selling Avon and trying to write my first novel

Misc. Things about Me:

I was confirmed an Episcopalian in March(ish) of 2006. I currently volunteer at St Andrews Episcopal Church in Torrance, CA as a Sunday school teacher, member of the Altar Guild, serving member of the Vestry, head of the Christian Education Committee and editor of the church newsletter. I’m there practically every week, with breaks here and there during the summer, since we have no Sunday school during that period.

I home school my daughter because the school district failed her and was going to continue to do so on an epic level unless I took matters into my own hands. She is currently enrolled at an online high school, and set to graduate in 2010. My son, however, goes to an autistic program at a regular school. He will be starting high school this coming September.

As a single mother, there was always something I wanted to get off my chest. In regards to single men and their interest or lack thereof, I need to make certain things really clear:

When I look for a man, I am NOT looking for a father for my kids, so you can clear your head about that now. The only thing I ask is that you accept that they are always going to be my first priority and that you are kind and respect them, like I would ask them to be to you. How far the relationship goes with them later is based on how our relationship would go. Mainly, I want someone for me.

Just because I have kids, doesn’t mean I don’t want anymore. I’m giving myself until the age of 45 to have at least two more kids. I would LOVE to have more kids. All I ever really wanted was to marry a good man and bear his children. However, if I happen to meet a guy that doesn’t want any kids of his own, I’m fine with that too. IT ALL DEPENDS. I’m open minded.

And just because I have kids, does not mean that I am not willing to travel and spend time with a guy I happen to be dating. I know how to and have made concessions in the past. Anything can be easily arranged. I need to be able to get away and do things with others, they understand that.

I am also not a whore. I may not have made the best choices in my life, but just because my children have two different dads and I haven’t been married, does not make me “loose” or “easy”. I have my pride and learned a lot of lessons in my life. So if you think I’m going to be an easy “booty call” or think I’m clearly a whore whom you can’t be bothered with, you’re wrong and I pray for your soul.

Now that that’s clear…

I’m pretty quiet. In the past, my day dream was to be a famous singer/actress/writer and be loved by millions. But over the years, seeing how those people have to live, I would be happy just working behind the scenes, or at least earn a little fame as a novelist. I would be way too uncomfortable with endless press meetings, fancy parties and endless interviews. Also, I don’t kiss ass very well and can’t stand people who do it in excess. I realize in life, you have to a little, but making it obvious on a daily basis, is not me. I would probably hide behind whoever I was with at things like that or looking for an escape. I was never belle of the ball or anything like that. In the rare occasion I do get invited to parties, I usually just hang out in the corner with a drink and talk to whoever happens to be cool enough to talk to me. I don’t look for attention. I stopped drinking years ago, and now only have a drink every now and again. I also don’t smoke, because it makes me sick. But I do not care what other people do. I know what I want to do with myself and my health, but I don’t tell other people what to do with their. I experimented with drugs in my early twenties, but haven’t gone near it in a very long time. Truthfully, its not worth the brain cells. However, I also don’t tell others not to, nor would I refuse to hang out with those who smoke pot.

I am also not a typical woman. I’m talking about the ones who own twenty pairs of shoes, take three hours to get ready for McDonalds, etc etc. I take twenty minutes in the shower, if my hair is going to take a long time to do, I go to the salon early in the day, my make up takes me twenty minutes, and I always manage to decide what I’m going to wear in less time than that. I’m always on time (I never believed in that “make them wait”, its rude) I am, however, a real bitch on my period when I get annoyed and I like make up. I just don’t wear it very often.

I’m not exactly sure what else to say about myself. If you want to know more or just want to chat sometime, you can check out my contact info on the main page or look me up on:

I do not Twitter. I also said two years ago that Facebook can suck it, so who knows what might happen in the next year.

If there is anything else you want to know about me, just email me at missmarie1971@hotmail.com, and ask, and I'll put up the answer.