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jo_anne_storm) wrote2011-12-05 12:45 pm
jo_anne_storm) wrote2011-12-05 12:45 pm
Five Words Meme
Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you, They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your LJ (or just add a reply back to me). Other people (including me) can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.
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dream_mancer.
OK, Luna. Luna is a character from Harry Potter (if you don't know that, then you're living under a rock). I fell in love with her from her first words in the book. She's an oddball, a bit of an outcast, and definitely does not need either the friendship or approval of other people in order to be happy. In other words: she is the wizarding world version of me! OK, it's more complicated than that, it always is, but that's what is at the heart of my love of everything Luna Lovegood.
I started writing Luna for an RPG years ago. She's hard to write, because she's so kooky, but at the same time she sees into the heart of things. I don't think she even realizes that. Or, at least my Luna does.
RPGs come and go, and the original one I wrote for is no longer functional. It makes me sad. I need to go back and read it. So, we created our own. After a little over a year, I discovered that I was unhappy in the environment for several reasons, and moved on to a writing group called Scriptificus. Which still is on going. Really. If any of us ever have the time. Luna was harder to come by in Script. I had tried to force her into a role during the last RPG and she refused to talk to me because of it.
Even if I never get back into writing her, she has led me to enduring friendships and I will always love her for that.
Boys (as in your own). Because I would expound on someone else's boys? LOL
I am the mother of sons. And I don't care what the nursery rhyme says, snips and snails and puppy dog tails have nothing to do with boys. Spiders and dirt and Legos, on the other hand, are all about boys. (So many Legos...)
I have three wonderful, perfectly flawed boys. I'm told that it takes a special person to be the mother of boys. I believe it.
Eldest, who is obviously the eldest son, is now 11 and can't wait to grow up. At the same time, he hates the changes in how he thinks and feels. I try not to embarrass him too much with talking about the girl he DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON! Though, a little bit of embarrassment is good for him. He's my builder, my artist, my cook, my talker, my scientist. Here's a picture:
Youngest, who conversely is my middle child, is 9. He's... Quieter. Possibly because he does not have much chance of talking with Eldest around. He's also shy and sensitive. And contradictory. He's scared to ring a doorbell of a friend's house, but will stand up to neighborhood bullies. He loves Power Rangers and pretty much anything imported from Japan. He watches Japanese shows on YouTube. He's a much more physical child and has a hard time sitting still. He still crawls into bed with me any chance he gets. And maybe because he does not talk much, he makes the best faces. Once again, a picture:
And finally, #3. Whom we do not actually refer to as "Ooops!" LOL He's almost 5 months old and the best way to describe him is happy. He's definitely his own little person, but right now I'm still not sure who that person is. He wriggles like a puppy when he sees something he wants and has the best grin in the world (I'm not biased or anything there). Here he is with Eldest (it had been a long day and he wanted to go home and eat, the poor munchkin):
Next up is Army. Along with being the mother of boys, I am an Army Wife. Which is nothing like the show makes it seem, BTW. Or, at least not the 15 minutes of the first episode that I managed to watch. Being an Army wife is... Well, I guess it depends on who you ask. For me, it's just life. Other women will tell you that it's the hardest thing they have ever done. Constantly moving, dealing with deployments, and not having a spouse for 12 months at a time.
For me, it's not that bad. Yes, I do lose my husband to Iraq or the field for large portions of time. I think we have now officially lived together more than we have lived apart. But I knew this when he joined the military. I knew that this would be my life before we ever got married. We've been lucky in that he has not missed the birth of our children (which really is impressive). We've had birthdays and holidays apart, which we deal with.
When he's deployed, I do not jump every time the doorbell rings, or tense up when the phone rings. And with modern technology, actually talk to him quite often when he's half a world away.
Right now we're waiting to see where we go next. We might stay in Georgia or we might go to Germany. Or Alaska, Texas, or Colorado. But no matter where we go, home will always be Tennessee.
Hey, it seemed like a good segue. I was born in New York, but we moved to Tennessee when I was still very little and it has always been where I came from. Specifically, the Cumberland Plateau. We own a total of 19 acres in TN and one Johnny Cash Cadillac of a house. We're close enough to Nashville to enjoy any sort of entertainment we could ask for, but enough in the country that hay bales are in our front yard (literally, our neighbor hays our front acreage for us and the kids play on the round bales).
My only complaint is that the internet sucks at home.
Finally, pictures. Pictures, pictures, and more pictures! I LOVE looking through the world through a camera lens. I just wish I were more artistic with it. And could afford all the lenses/the set up I want. But if wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak. Those three pictures of the boys were taken on the same day, along with 994 other pictures. In a 3-4 hour period. What do you mean that's not normal? Pffft. Normal's for weirdos!
I love the invention of digital cameras because it means that I can take as many pictures as I want (or that my memory cards [yes, CARDS] can hold). I hate that my point and shoot camera is a piece of crap, since it's much easier to grab to document daily life. You know, the baby looks cute cuddled up to the cats type of picture. And I feel guilty about not using my bigger camera for things.
The boys love taking pictures the same way that I do. They shared my original digital camera until it died earlier this year and have been a little pouty about not having their own since then. So... Santa is bringing them one. Each. Kodak Easyshares that are water proof up to 10 feet, along with 4 GB memory cards and carrying cases. I can't wait to see their faces! They will both be thrilled.
That was kinda fun, to see what words Laura associates with me. Anyone else want to give me words? Or want words?
I got Luna, boys (as in your own), army, Tennessee, pictures from
dream_mancer.OK, Luna. Luna is a character from Harry Potter (if you don't know that, then you're living under a rock). I fell in love with her from her first words in the book. She's an oddball, a bit of an outcast, and definitely does not need either the friendship or approval of other people in order to be happy. In other words: she is the wizarding world version of me! OK, it's more complicated than that, it always is, but that's what is at the heart of my love of everything Luna Lovegood.
I started writing Luna for an RPG years ago. She's hard to write, because she's so kooky, but at the same time she sees into the heart of things. I don't think she even realizes that. Or, at least my Luna does.
RPGs come and go, and the original one I wrote for is no longer functional. It makes me sad. I need to go back and read it. So, we created our own. After a little over a year, I discovered that I was unhappy in the environment for several reasons, and moved on to a writing group called Scriptificus. Which still is on going. Really. If any of us ever have the time. Luna was harder to come by in Script. I had tried to force her into a role during the last RPG and she refused to talk to me because of it.
Even if I never get back into writing her, she has led me to enduring friendships and I will always love her for that.
Boys (as in your own). Because I would expound on someone else's boys? LOL
I am the mother of sons. And I don't care what the nursery rhyme says, snips and snails and puppy dog tails have nothing to do with boys. Spiders and dirt and Legos, on the other hand, are all about boys. (So many Legos...)
I have three wonderful, perfectly flawed boys. I'm told that it takes a special person to be the mother of boys. I believe it.
Eldest, who is obviously the eldest son, is now 11 and can't wait to grow up. At the same time, he hates the changes in how he thinks and feels. I try not to embarrass him too much with talking about the girl he DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON! Though, a little bit of embarrassment is good for him. He's my builder, my artist, my cook, my talker, my scientist. Here's a picture:
Youngest, who conversely is my middle child, is 9. He's... Quieter. Possibly because he does not have much chance of talking with Eldest around. He's also shy and sensitive. And contradictory. He's scared to ring a doorbell of a friend's house, but will stand up to neighborhood bullies. He loves Power Rangers and pretty much anything imported from Japan. He watches Japanese shows on YouTube. He's a much more physical child and has a hard time sitting still. He still crawls into bed with me any chance he gets. And maybe because he does not talk much, he makes the best faces. Once again, a picture:
And finally, #3. Whom we do not actually refer to as "Ooops!" LOL He's almost 5 months old and the best way to describe him is happy. He's definitely his own little person, but right now I'm still not sure who that person is. He wriggles like a puppy when he sees something he wants and has the best grin in the world (I'm not biased or anything there). Here he is with Eldest (it had been a long day and he wanted to go home and eat, the poor munchkin):
Next up is Army. Along with being the mother of boys, I am an Army Wife. Which is nothing like the show makes it seem, BTW. Or, at least not the 15 minutes of the first episode that I managed to watch. Being an Army wife is... Well, I guess it depends on who you ask. For me, it's just life. Other women will tell you that it's the hardest thing they have ever done. Constantly moving, dealing with deployments, and not having a spouse for 12 months at a time.
For me, it's not that bad. Yes, I do lose my husband to Iraq or the field for large portions of time. I think we have now officially lived together more than we have lived apart. But I knew this when he joined the military. I knew that this would be my life before we ever got married. We've been lucky in that he has not missed the birth of our children (which really is impressive). We've had birthdays and holidays apart, which we deal with.
When he's deployed, I do not jump every time the doorbell rings, or tense up when the phone rings. And with modern technology, actually talk to him quite often when he's half a world away.
Right now we're waiting to see where we go next. We might stay in Georgia or we might go to Germany. Or Alaska, Texas, or Colorado. But no matter where we go, home will always be Tennessee.
Hey, it seemed like a good segue. I was born in New York, but we moved to Tennessee when I was still very little and it has always been where I came from. Specifically, the Cumberland Plateau. We own a total of 19 acres in TN and one Johnny Cash Cadillac of a house. We're close enough to Nashville to enjoy any sort of entertainment we could ask for, but enough in the country that hay bales are in our front yard (literally, our neighbor hays our front acreage for us and the kids play on the round bales).
My only complaint is that the internet sucks at home.
Finally, pictures. Pictures, pictures, and more pictures! I LOVE looking through the world through a camera lens. I just wish I were more artistic with it. And could afford all the lenses/the set up I want. But if wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak. Those three pictures of the boys were taken on the same day, along with 994 other pictures. In a 3-4 hour period. What do you mean that's not normal? Pffft. Normal's for weirdos!
I love the invention of digital cameras because it means that I can take as many pictures as I want (or that my memory cards [yes, CARDS] can hold). I hate that my point and shoot camera is a piece of crap, since it's much easier to grab to document daily life. You know, the baby looks cute cuddled up to the cats type of picture. And I feel guilty about not using my bigger camera for things.
The boys love taking pictures the same way that I do. They shared my original digital camera until it died earlier this year and have been a little pouty about not having their own since then. So... Santa is bringing them one. Each. Kodak Easyshares that are water proof up to 10 feet, along with 4 GB memory cards and carrying cases. I can't wait to see their faces! They will both be thrilled.
That was kinda fun, to see what words Laura associates with me. Anyone else want to give me words? Or want words?