INterview by angreeblkcub!

Ok! Ya’ll know the rules by now – and here are my answers for the angreeblkcub!

1) If you could spend an entire day with anyone you wanted to (celebrity,
non-celeb,dead, living, doesn’t matter) who would it be? why? What would you
want to do in your day of hanging out with them?
Urk. Difficult – because there’s so many to choose from? So I’m gonna be predictable. I’d be in California in a heartbeat with my best friend, and it wouldn’t matter what we did, it’d be perfect, because we’d be in the same room together and further strengthening the bond we share.

2) What’s your least favorite food? Why?
brussel sprouts! omfg they are the most VILE NASTY DISGUSTING food ever created! My uncle used to love the little buggers. I can’t even stomach the smell! I also hate liver! Gross! But the gravy from liver and onions that mom indulged in every once in a while? divine!

3) What, if anything, do you remember about grade school? Who were your
friends and who did you hate? Would you consider those ‘fun times’ or hell
on earth
I remember bits and pieces – like in 1st grade I think, how I was chasing a boy around the playground, and when he was chasing me in return threatening to kiss me, he pushed me, I tripped and fell into the brick wall and chipped the corner of my front tooth – still there. *g*
I remember Clearly in 2nd grade that I had gotten into trouble and was spanked by the teacher daily until I completed the task given a punishment – it was the one time I had ever been spanked so hard I literally could not sit down by the end of it. I remember not wanting to tell my parents, and thus their not finding out until they broke out the “high school paddle” instead of the gradeschool pingpong paddle. That’s the damn thing that bruised me so bad.
I remember being up here in Alaska, and falling backwards off the merryground and cracking my head open, and making my mom almost faint.
I remember getting in trouble at school and it resulted in dad selling our snow machine. heh. whoops.
I remember getting my first pair of glasses in 3rd grade and how cool it was to be able to read the signs again.

I don’t remember it being hell on earth (aside from that corporal punishment jag. heh.) and I remember being generally happy. But it’s all pretty much a big blur, all the way up through… hell, yesterday. *L* I’ve serious longterm memory problems. *L*

4) When was the last time you cried? What brough on the tears?
Heh. I am the worlds EASIEST crier. I swear, I cry at happy endings and sad endings and any intense emotional thing. The most recent was at about 3am this morning as I finished a book – it wasn’t overly dramatic, but gosh, I was so happy they’d survived and everything ended well! I cry in movies, I cry watching extreme makeover home edition, I cry anytime other people cry…. heh. yeah.

5) What are the advantages to living in Alaska? What are the disadvantages?
Does one outweigh the other??
Advantages – people up here SMILE more. They look at you in the eye when they talk to you – hell, they TALK to you! There are stories everywhere, and I aim to write a bundle of them. There are friends, there are jokes, there are enemies that will still stop and pull you out of a snow bank if you get stuck! People are willing to lend a helping hand, and it’s really a fantastic place to raise children. I don’t worry about my kids walking two and from school, I don’t ever lock my door (I don’t own anything worth stealing anyway. *L* I know that there are people here who will drop everything to come help me, just as I will for them. Sure, there’s bad apples, but here, the good people are far more plentiful then the bad. Not to mention it is by far the prettiest place in the USA.
Disadvantages – its. bloody. COLD! The cost of living is horrendously high. I live in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, and there’s nothing to do. The holier then thou church mentality of the area in general. The closed mindedness and lack of diversity. These are things I have to teach my children that go against the norm of the area.

Do the advantages outweigh the disadvantages? Hell yes. I told the Asshole if we hadn’t moved by the time my kids hit Jr. High school, we were here until they graduated – I’m sorta glad that happened. however? Come graduation? I’m SO outa here and someplace warm! *L*

Next?

Answering my Designated Dyke’s questions!

first! da rulez:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ or blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

And now my questions from me favorite dyke!

1. I know you live in Alaska, but one thing I’ve never thought to ask is
if you grew up there. If not, where were you born and how did you get to
Alaska?
Nope, I wasn’t born up here, actually, though I barely remember living anywhere else. I was born in Columbus Ohio, and when I was 8 years old and the Ladybug was 3, my parents decided they wanted to pack up everything and move up here to work in the local church. So we did! It was the first ever plane trip for any member of my family, and we went from Columbus to chicago to Anchorage to Kenai all in one day. The biggest thing I remember about the trip was running through the Chicago airport, bags and little sister in tow to catch our next flight, and the fact that said little sister SCREAMED her bloody head off on the first leg, and the last.

We lived in a trailer at a boat yard where dad was a night watchman for the first year, and then my parents bought a 3 bedroom house – I lived there till 18, then moved out on my own a couple years before The Asshole and I bought the house two doors down from mom and dad. So I’ve lived on this street most of my life. The ladybug moved back two doors farther down from me for a few years, and now lives a whole 2 blocks away. *chuckles* for a while we considered renamaing our street “Family Way” specially when the sis and I were preggers.

2. Who are your favorite authors/writers? Is there a genre that you like
over others?
Wow. I have a lot, really – because any author that can make me “live” a story is up there as a fave. Among those are: Steven King, Terry Goodkind, Anne McCaffrey, Robert Heinlein. I enjoy all kinds of genres, but adore fantasy and horror. Some scifi, depending on how indepth it goes and if it’s more story then technical crap. But I’ll read just about anything once.

3. Where do you like to write the most? In the house, outside, on the
couch? Do you handwrite stuff and then type it, or do it all on the
computer?
I hate hate hate HATE to write by hand. My hand cramps up and I can’t write fast enough, and just UGH. hate it! Therefore I don’t really have a choice where I write, as I only have a desktop computer. *chuckles* So I write here at my desk where I sit in my comfy rocking chair with a cat or child or dog in my lap or on my monitor (er, just the cat sits up there. *L*) or nearby.

4. Since I know you’d like to live in California (and turn about is fair
play!), where else in the world would you like to live and why?
*LOL* Easy. Hands down – Ireland. I was there in ’86 on a work missions team and fell in love. The people, the land, the green hills, the fish’n’chips, the beer…. oh yeah. I’d live over there in a red hot minute if given the choice.

5. And what is it about the L-word???
Oh you HAD to go there! Revenge for the Star Wars bit, hm? *chuckles* Well, I love me a decent drama with loads of romantic dirt and betrayal and excitement. I fell in love with QaF when it was on – soon to be in it’s fifth and final season (SOB), and knew I’d love the L Word as well. While it does primarily revolve around Lesbians and their entanglements, it also explores other ideals and facets of their life – acceptance, work, friendships, etc.

Ok – I’m in it for Katherine Moennig, who makes my insides quiver. Not to mention the major amounts of BOOBAGE shown! Who can go wrong with boobage? I mean REALLY? And I’m a sucker for a soap opera, which is what this ultimately is. And did I mention Katherine Moennig? Oh – and Sarah Shahi who makes my heart pound faster. and the scenes of them TOGETHER.. omfg. *fans self* So hot, so sexy.

And on a less physical level, Katherine Moennig is really a fantastic actress – watching her portray Shane this year as she goes through her emotional upheavals and opening herself and becoming vunerable…. I just wanna hug her and squeeze her and call her baby…

So. heh. yeah. And dude – if you can be a star wars geek, I can adore my L Word. *LMAO*

Heh.heh.heh.

Ok – So today! Woke up, sent the kids off to school, took some meds and went back to bed. I mean really – who wouldn’t when they could and they were all stuffy and headachy? The Asshole made it to Anchorage allright, and to the airport, and then to work. So all’s good. He got his bro safely married and everyone had a good time.

So this afternoon I ran to the post office and mailed of 4 more agent queries. It was the same guy who told me the last one I sent was the lucky one (it wasn’t) so I teased him and said “oh no -i want HER!” but then I let him touch him anyway, since the her I was talking about is the one that sent my stuff up to the ADN contest. Now should I win something in the ADN contest, then for CERTAIN I’ma use her as my post office worker of preference. *L* We’ll see.

The pup – oh she was very cute today – not anything out of the ordinary, just cuddly and giggly and… well, cute. *L* She is very very glad to be able to play outdoors again in the sunshine, digging and cavorting happily in piles of sand.

The boy had his Choir Festival today, where 6 area chiors get together and each sing 2 songs individually, then they sing 5 songs as a mass choir. The smallest had about 12 kids, and the largest was over 100 – both ours, and the homer chiors fit that catagory. There was a bit of irritation as while we were waiting for it to start, we were surprised by the high school chior teacher telling us we had to get up and get out and PAY for entrance. We were unaware there was any entrance fee, and the fact that THEY did not set up cash boxes before allowing us to enter the auditorium was simply poor planning on their part. There were a lot of disgruntled parents, and I know mom for one has already written her letter to the editor in complaint, and we’re hoping others do as well. At the very least we should have been told about the fee in advance – and to wait until 3 minutes before start time to try and empty the auditorium and get us to pay was absolutely rediculous.

But the kids – the kids sounded beautimous! Some better then others, some louder then others, some dancing in the back as if there were ants under her robes (oh, there is one in *every* crowd. *L*) and one boy who bounced and swayed with the music as if he were in a Southern Baptist Gospel Swing group too. Papa and I giggled a bit, had gramma threaten to seperate us, and then we all giggled some more. It was grand fun.

The pup though? She was *tres* unimpressed.

Here’s a snapshot of the boy’s mass chior (they sang one on their own, then the mass girls sang one from the audience, and then they sang three all togehter. I didn’t get a picture of the all together because my batteries died – but I *did* video tape the whole thing cuz the Asshole had to miss it. So Auntie let me borrow the cam.)

then! we got home, and well, it’d been so pretty, we’d left the back window open. The cat likes to go out and sun herself in the summer time, and as she *is* a 17 year old cat, so we let her get away with whatever she wants, pretty much. UNtil she came back inside. Now – there’s this pile of *something* outside that the dog occasionally rolls in, causing us to give her a bath because she REEKS afterwards. The cat normally does not do that – not so tonight. She came in and tried to sit in my lap and my EYES started watering. it was RANCID… like… 2 year old fish guts with a heaping helping of…. gross stuff. yeah. the smell is impossible to discribe, but my GOD did it STINK. and she wanted to sit in my LAP and on my COMPUTER and dear god NO!

So I did the unthinkable. I gave my very willful, very old, very cranky cat a bath. It took two of us – both me and the Girl with the pup giving helpful (HA!) advice throughouth the ordeal. DD is not happy with me. At all. in fact, she’s downright pathetic looking….

And then, to prove her discontent, she climbed into my cleavage and promptly shedded half her fur at will. I had enough fur in my boobage to create another cat. All I could do was snort, and yes say “Well, that’ll sure put hair on my chest…”

haha. so punny. I know.

She’s finally dry and warm, but there for a while wouldn’t even LOOK at me. She even went to bed with the Girl and slept up there on her pilly for a while. Then she resumed her seat on my monitor and glared at me. Now, she’s curled up on her favorite ass warmer (the back of the monitor) and ignoring the fact that I exist at all. *L* And all I can do is laugh, and tell her i’m SORRY… but really, if she wants to sleep inside where it’s warm, she *had* to smell nice. She’s lucky I didn’t just spritz her with fabreeze or something toxic to her like that. *L*

And that, my friends, is that. Aren’t ya glad ya asked? *g* Tomorrow night, Band concert! and thursday the pup has her dinosaur program. Then friday both girls have field trips – one of which I have to drag the girl to at 7am! AM! in order to catch her bus….

Oh it has begun – the last month of school, I swear there are more field trips then school days. And soon – Little league! Whoot!

I’m BLOND – what did ya expect??

Lessa, your Super IQ score is 109

Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it’s only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.

The way you think about things makes you a Linguistic Architect. This means you are brilliant when it comes to language and words. You are also very good at understanding things on an abstract level. You are at your best when you put those two skills together to communicate new ideas and see how they fit into different contexts. You understand math and science on a gut level, even if the equations and science don’t come as easily. You can use these skills to be a great communicator or to create a masterpiece.

How did we determine that your thinking style is that of a Linguistic Architect? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a Linguistic Architect. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.

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Of course – it *does* suggest that I will be a literary genius soon. If I ever get a bloody agent. heh. You can take the test here, though you do have to sign in/get an account first.

DUDE!

OK – First off. Yeah, there are people I love? but there is no one on gods green earth that I love enough to do THIS to/with. Um. just. No.

And! Questions for Gina!

1. OK – we’ve watched you move from the Boston Dyke, to Yankee Dyke, and now you’re still Yankee but a West Coast Dyke. [When, oh when, are you gonna be a frigid dyke and move up here with me? *leer*] You’ve moved around a lot, but where would you Truly like to live if money were no object?

2. You’ve always been very open about your political feelings on all subjects – if you were president and honestly could lead this nation into a season of change and growth, which area would you tackle first, and why?

3. As a very intelligent being, how on earth do you explain your addiction to Star Wars? *shining grin*

4. You now have a full 24 hours to spend 1 million dollars. What do you spend it on and do you spend every penny or try to squirrel some away to get at later? hee.

5. We’ve watched you work in your chosen industry for some years now, and the pitfalls as well as some good things happen too. What I want to know, is what would really and truly be your ‘dream job’ – again, money/education/etc not being a factor.

Enjoy! *grins*