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I will not tag anyone, though, because sharing the Duck Story is reason enough for this post.
1. I held first chair in the flute section of my middle school's band for two and a half years, until I was ousted by the girl in the second chair. I cried my eyes out. My teacher's awkward attempt to console me by noting that the other girl was also our only oboe player did NOT help.
2. I attended five different high schools, due to turbulent family upheavals in my teen years.
3. I have written stories ever since I was in elementary school. Half of me wishes more of my school-era writings survived to this day. The rest of me is grateful they did not.
4. I still have my first flute, though it is unplayable. I have not been able to bring myself to throw it out.
5. While taking German in high school, I learned how to write in German script. Throughout 1985, I wrote my diary in that script as a security measure to keep my brother from reading it.
6. I crave a chance to visit Newfoundland. And Ireland. And Scotland (again).
7. Most persons who make me swoon, either musically or physically, can be traced back to Elvis Presley.
8. My father was once told that he looked like George Carlin. He rather had George Carlin's sense of humor, too.
9. When I was five years old, a tornado struck my town. I do not remember much of this, but I have one remaining memory of my family having to crowd into my bedroom closet because it was the center portion of the house. Many years later, my father and oldest brother told me that the sky turned green and that our dog tried to climb into our dryer to hide. Our dog was a German shepherd. Our dryer was a top-loader.
For many years after, well into adulthood, I kept having dreams about tornados.
10. My father once told me that I won him a bet by proving I could read at age four, by reading out of a newspaper article. I do not remember this, either.
11. Dad also once told me that some of my first words were "play more Elvis, daddy!" I do not remember this, either, but some of my fondest memories are of listening to Elvis records with my father, with the two of us wearing headphones plugged into a double headphone jack on his stereo, or of Elvis: Aloha Via Satellite pounding out of his quadrophonic speakers.
12. Yet another thing Dad once told me was that I used to make duck noises before I learned how to talk. I did not believe this until Dad passed away and
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My mother would get red in the face and primly insist, "My daughter does not make duck noises!"
And I would quack. Or so claimed my Uncle Larry.
At the funeral, my other uncle, Marion, who I had not seen for about as long, told me the exact same thing the moment he laid eyes on me. Through the course of the service, every time I started looking shaky, he'd lean over to me and with a deadpan expression on his face, he'd say, "Quack."
13. I am ever so slightly scared of crossing bridges over large bodies of water, probably because I suck as a swimmer.
14. I am nearsighted, but my family didn't figure this out until I showed up for first grade and had trouble reading the blackboard.
15. I am not a lesbian, but I play one in my marriage! (I am, for the record, bi. Just in case anyone hadn't figured that out with my swooning over Russell Crowe and Great Big Sea, yet having a female partner.)
16. I am a devoted SF/fantasy fan of many years running. Most of my family is bemused by this, but not
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17. I was the first out of all my siblings to get a college degree.
18. I have lived in various iterations of the group household called the Murkworks ever since moving out to Seattle in 1991.
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19. I like to wear hats. Specifically, hats from here. I have several, though at this point I'm down to two that are my favorites, and I keep having to wrestle Dara for which one I'm wearing, because she likes them too. People periodically stop me and tell me, "Cool hat!" I tell them thank you, because lo, the Hatterdashery hats are in fact Cool.
20. I do not wear makeup, and as a rule, I usually do not shave either my legs or my underarms. Not because I am a feminist or out of any desire to make a statement, but rather, mostly just because spending time on these things annoys me.
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Date: 2005-09-21 08:24 pm (UTC)Yes, they are. I have a number myself. ;)
The duck story is priceless.
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Date: 2005-09-21 08:55 pm (UTC)I shall actually have to buy some more at some point, so that Dara and I both can share hats. We both have large heads, so a lot of my other hats aren't as comfy for either of us to wear.
And *beam*, "quack".
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Date: 2005-09-21 08:48 pm (UTC)-=Jeff=-
psssst guess who's coming to AnnaCon :P
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Date: 2005-09-21 08:53 pm (UTC)And whoot, local visit! I would do AnnaCon in a heartbeat, except I don't have the spare buckage for it. Sniff.
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Date: 2005-09-22 07:24 am (UTC)-=Jeff=-
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:36 pm (UTC)13. I am ever so slightly scared of crossing bridges over large bodies of water
I feel your pain on this one. I have a hard time walking over bridges, much less driving over them. Not because I can't swim (I can, and pretty well)but because I am always thinking doomsday scenarios.
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:47 pm (UTC)Cathy
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Date: 2005-09-22 02:26 am (UTC)The bridge over the St Lawrence River is the freakeist thing, though, it shakes, it moves, it sounds weird as you drive across it. I don't like bridges.
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Date: 2005-09-22 02:02 pm (UTC)The bridges across Lake Washington, on the other hand, despite being large, are quite mobile sometimes. Especially in high winds. It's because they're floating bridges! The damned things sway back and forth quite distinctly when the winds get high, and between that and the lake waves getting quite active, driving across those bridges in bad weather is an adventure. It got the 520 bridge dubbed the Evergreen Floating Point Car Wash.
I do NOT like driving across the 520 bridge in bad weather. Ugh.
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Date: 2005-09-22 12:21 am (UTC)I'm not the only one? I HATE bridges... When I lived in the Harrisburg Area, we had to cross a foot bridge (what was once the old Market St. bridge until Agnes caused it to be shut down to motor traffic, and the blizzard of '96 finished it off.) It was one of those old iron truss bridges with the metal grates for the travelling surface... Always gave me the shivers when I crossed it and had to look down at the water beneath my feet, and I'd cross it really quick to get it over with. Then there was the bridge from the mainland to the outer banks in NC a few yrs back... some storm or something took out half of the guard rail, and I gripped the armrest with all my strength. or the high bridge over the susquehanna river in southern York county... ok, I digress...
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Date: 2005-09-22 01:00 am (UTC)Going across a bridge on foot or on my bike doesn't bug me nearly so much. I think maybe it's because part of my brain wigs out about the idea of being in a car or other vehicle, being unable to get out, and drowning.
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)That tornado when you were 5--were you living in Kentucky at the time?
I ask because my family was stationed at Fort Knox in the mid-1970s, and one of my most vivid childhood memories is of being bustled into our house out from under a very green sky, and then spending hours and hours sealed up in the closet under the stairs while the tornado trashed the base. My mother was immensely pregnant with my sister, and my father was cramming for his night classes at the nearest law school so he could get into the JAG Corps and get all of us out of the enlistedmens' slums. An army of conscripts can be kept in slums; an army of volunteers can't. Extrapolating from the end of the draft and my sister's birthdate, this would have been in early 1974.
So, could it have been the same tornado?
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Date: 2005-09-22 01:59 pm (UTC)It was April 1974, as I recall from the last time I looked it up. Sound about right to you? Sounds like to me it probably was the exact same tornado!
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:04 am (UTC)We made a few trips into Louisville, since that's where my father was working on his law degree. I seem to remember gargoyles in or around the museum. Not much else about your hometown, though.
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Date: 2005-09-23 05:02 pm (UTC)Louisville is... or at least was, as of when I last lived there, which was 1985... industrial and sprawling. It has nice bits, but I wasn't living in them. (I mean, I lived two houses away from a huge industrial drainage ditch. Charming feature for a neighborhood, neh?) Mostly what I remember about it is that ditch near my house, and the neighborhood I lived in, and having to walk a lot to get to bus stops while I was in school.
But it's rather amazingly cool coincidence that that tornado was part of both of our early lives!
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Date: 2005-09-22 08:05 am (UTC)What wigs me out is the Alaskan Way viaduct. Especially southbound. *shudder*
But in light of your bridge problem, I won't mention my adventures with Seattle's floating bridges while I was growing up. ;)
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Date: 2005-09-22 01:53 pm (UTC)I don't go on the Alaskan Way viaduct--in fact, I could probably count on one hand the times I've actually been on it. I can't even visualize what it looks like. So I guess I'm spared any wig-factor there!
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:56 pm (UTC)Aie.
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Date: 2005-09-23 05:05 pm (UTC)And aie, the thought of being on a bus when something goes squish! Aie!
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Date: 2005-09-22 12:33 pm (UTC)#18 - 1991? Holy Crap, it's been that long already?
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Date: 2005-09-22 01:52 pm (UTC)And yes, it's been that long. ;)
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