How long has it been since I did one of these?
I guess I’ve not done many.
There was interviewing myself as a writer, and (the one that made em laugh the most) fortune-telling via iPod.
Both are worth checking out, but especially the iPod one.
Angela, aka Farmer Jane, from The High Desert Chronicles tagged me for this meme, but considering how long it’s taken me to find time for it, I’ll not be passing on the assignment.
1. Where is your favorite place in the world? Tell us why?
Home. Everything I want to do and be I can find here.
The tricky corollary of that is how selfish I feel when I assert that. My kids are at the age where I expect I ought to be teaching them how to be involved in the community, volunteering or whatever; but that feels beyond me at present.
2. What person has inspired you most?
It’s hard to narrow it down– I find so much inspiration in stories (fiction or non-fiction) that show possibilities I’d never imagine on my own.
I will say my parents in particular.
I love that my dad’s on his third (ish. Depending how you count) career, that he’s excelled at them all; how he pursues his various hobbies/interests (new instruments, juggling, building, restoring) with energy and excellence, setting a precedent that validates me in my own various pursuits.
I benefit so much from my mom’s quick mind and willingness to speak truth. She still listens well and responds to input, modeling humility and responsiveness.
3. Who would you like to with have over for dinner (famous or not, currently living or not)?
More, I’d like to sit at table with a few interesting people, and not be responsible for the conversation, but included if I thought of something to say, or just ask questions and hear their answers.
- C.S. Lewis
- G.K. Chesterton
- Ravi Zacharias
There’s probably others, but this is where my mind has been lately.
4. Where were you born?
5. City, coast or country?
Country to live, coast for vacation, if it’s not too crowded.
6. What is the best surprise you’ve ever had?
First one that comes to mind was when one of my adopted grandmas was brought (behind my back) to Fairbanks for my wedding. I cried as I hugged her (wedding nerves I think) and she said how she’d told them not to make it a surprise.
7. What is your favorite song and why?
Too, too many beloved songs to just have one favorite. I do love the One Faith duet between Michael Card and John Michael Talbot.
8. What are you most passionate about?
Oh my. Another hard question. I think the short answer might be the truest.
9. What were you like as a 3 year old? (as far as you know)
I think it was as a three-year-old (as the stories go) that I had my “Calamity Jane” week: getting my arms stuck in the slats of a rocking chair, attacked by fire ants and falling out my bedroom window (my 5-year-old sister caught my legs and our parents found us like that: her screaming inside the house, me hanging upside-down outside.
Don’t remember any of it (from my own POV), but I can see the scene play out like I’m in the room watching; it makes a great story.
10. Describe your most cherished photograph?
Again, too, too many pictures. I love the ones where people precious to me have *that* smile, where it spills out of their eyes and posture and makes you grin back just looking at them.
11. What have you done that you are the most proud of?
This is a tricky one, mainly because of the word done. I have done many many things in my life already. I don’t feel as though I’ve accomplished a lot yet. That is, I love being married to Jay, I really like how my kids have turned out so far (even though we’re still working on unsupervised kindness), and I’m intensely proud of the fact I “won” NaNoWriMo three times now,
but all these things are still very much in-progress, and (except for the WriMos) don’t feel particularly like accomplishments.
Still deciding what that means.
Thanks, Angela for inviting me to play.
Wow! You fell out of the window? How did you manage that? Your parents must have been terrified!
As the story goes, I was leaning on the screen of the open window, then the screen fell out.
I look at my 5-y-o son and imagine him stopping a younger child from falling. Completely believable, but still terrifying.