Interview meme
Mar. 27th, 2007 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichThe rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "I am shameless attention whore."
2. I'll then respond by asking you up to five questions. You will answer them, because you like talking about yourself.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1. Besides the mountains, what else do you miss about Portland?
The taste of the water, the feel of the air, the fruit. Oh my god, do I miss Red Delicious apples that taste normal (not whatever the heck they taste like from supermarkets here!), blackberries, Bing cherries with strong flavor, raspberries, loganberries... and I miss OMSI, Reed college, and the little skating rink where I learned to roller skate to a full orchestra organ.
2. What's your favorite childhood memory?
For a brief while I lived with my mom between 6th grade and eighth and the house she had then had a huge back lot. All the houses on the block did so the lawns would end and there was a giant field in the middle of the block that was allowed to grow wild. At the very end of our property was a Granny Smith apple tree. It had three particular branches that grew on the southern side of it in a configuration that was just right for creating a 'chair' with a 'footrest'. I'd head out there whenever I could, especially when my mom was resting after a bad spell, and sit in the 'chair' and read. Lunch, dinner, snack - it was in arm's reach during about half of the year. My dog, Fats (a mongrel of especial weirdness, being a beagle/dauschhund mix) would plop down at the foot of the tree and 'guard' me. If he wanted to romp, he'd start running in circles around the tree and doing that butt-in-the-air dog crouch before whipping around again, then once he had my attention, he'd take off through the tall grass and all I'd see was two flopping red ears, then one white stiff tail, then the flopping ears again. He was too short to track through the grass... we'd play hide&seek for hours. *I* was always the seeker, of course.
3. Why did you join the Navy?
You're gonna laugh... I'd converted to Roman Catholic just before I graduated from school and wanted to become a cloistered nun - Benedictine, in fact. But there was a waiting period for new converts, first of all, and I felt that I owed my country a debt, secondly, so I enlisted to give back to my country, learn better discipline, and have the educational-package (college tuition) that I'd need to finish my education and in the meantime earn the 'dowry' that I'd need to bring to whichever monastery I would enter. Little did I realise that I'd meet my husband at my first duty station and I'd walk a different path. I have never regretted serving my country although I have, at times, regretted being a female in what was then a very sexist (and justifiably so) service.
4. What's your favorite thing about your husband?
I have to pick one? Um, his dedication to doing what he feels is right mixed with how much he truly loves the people he knows.
5. What did you get your Laurel for?
"Embroidery, research, and , and, all that stuff you do." I've never forgotten Queen Rachel's words. I'm not sure that I rate one, compared to what others have done to bring the respect of the Society to them, but I try to live as if I did and someday I think I might grow into it.
Edit: WHY can't I get the 'lj-cut' function to work if I try to post in rich text?
1. Leave me a comment saying, "I am shameless attention whore."
2. I'll then respond by asking you up to five questions. You will answer them, because you like talking about yourself.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1. Besides the mountains, what else do you miss about Portland?
The taste of the water, the feel of the air, the fruit. Oh my god, do I miss Red Delicious apples that taste normal (not whatever the heck they taste like from supermarkets here!), blackberries, Bing cherries with strong flavor, raspberries, loganberries... and I miss OMSI, Reed college, and the little skating rink where I learned to roller skate to a full orchestra organ.
2. What's your favorite childhood memory?
For a brief while I lived with my mom between 6th grade and eighth and the house she had then had a huge back lot. All the houses on the block did so the lawns would end and there was a giant field in the middle of the block that was allowed to grow wild. At the very end of our property was a Granny Smith apple tree. It had three particular branches that grew on the southern side of it in a configuration that was just right for creating a 'chair' with a 'footrest'. I'd head out there whenever I could, especially when my mom was resting after a bad spell, and sit in the 'chair' and read. Lunch, dinner, snack - it was in arm's reach during about half of the year. My dog, Fats (a mongrel of especial weirdness, being a beagle/dauschhund mix) would plop down at the foot of the tree and 'guard' me. If he wanted to romp, he'd start running in circles around the tree and doing that butt-in-the-air dog crouch before whipping around again, then once he had my attention, he'd take off through the tall grass and all I'd see was two flopping red ears, then one white stiff tail, then the flopping ears again. He was too short to track through the grass... we'd play hide&seek for hours. *I* was always the seeker, of course.
3. Why did you join the Navy?
You're gonna laugh... I'd converted to Roman Catholic just before I graduated from school and wanted to become a cloistered nun - Benedictine, in fact. But there was a waiting period for new converts, first of all, and I felt that I owed my country a debt, secondly, so I enlisted to give back to my country, learn better discipline, and have the educational-package (college tuition) that I'd need to finish my education and in the meantime earn the 'dowry' that I'd need to bring to whichever monastery I would enter. Little did I realise that I'd meet my husband at my first duty station and I'd walk a different path. I have never regretted serving my country although I have, at times, regretted being a female in what was then a very sexist (and justifiably so) service.
4. What's your favorite thing about your husband?
I have to pick one? Um, his dedication to doing what he feels is right mixed with how much he truly loves the people he knows.
5. What did you get your Laurel for?
"Embroidery, research, and , and, all that stuff you do." I've never forgotten Queen Rachel's words. I'm not sure that I rate one, compared to what others have done to bring the respect of the Society to them, but I try to live as if I did and someday I think I might grow into it.
Edit: WHY can't I get the 'lj-cut' function to work if I try to post in rich text?
