Getting to know you meme

[galadriel1010]

Purloined from too many people to mention. If I've not done yours, let me know and I'll do it! Although I'm already running out of things to say...

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes office supplies." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. (Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.)

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[madcolt.livejournal.com]

I have four older (two boys, two girls) and two younger (a girl and a boy). A technicality: the youngest, a boy, is actually my cousin, but he lived with us on and off for the first two years of his life, then moved in and we adopted him when he was about four.

What instruments does he play?

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

My mind is torn between "that's really even distribution" and "that must have been a busy breakfast table". My mind works in curious ways.

He plays piano, clarinet, penny whistle (and tends to wander around with half a dozen in his pockets), harmonica, accordion, hammered dulcima and melodeon - of which he has two, one of which is the only melodic minor tuned melodeon we've ever heard of, because he's weird.

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

Your brother sounds like a bit of a prodigy!

And yes, it did go almost perfectly boy-girl, till my younger sister came along and messed up the pattern. ;)
And a busy breakfast table it was. It was a bit like fighting for your life, only your life was a piece of toast.

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

He is pretty damn good. He also morris dances pretty well.

Never seemed to have any concept of appropriate times for loud instruments, though.

Sisters, they always have to mess things up :P

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

Yes, they do. *has totally never been the silly baby sister screwing things up*
*nope*
*totally did not accidentally cockblock older brother when I was five or so*
*and certainly didn't do this semi-regularly*

:P

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

I was the big sister. My love life (or lack thereof) was a source of frequent amusement, until he got his first girlfriend and a taste of his own medicine.

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

I wasn't used to the idea that I couldn't just go bursting into the boys' room whenever I felt like it...

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

My brother has yet to learn that. He gets things thrown at him occasionally.

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jesus, I shared a bedroom with my younger sister and she (a) has never had any understanding of boundaries, and (b) brought a LOT of boys home and always forgot to leave me any kind of warning. It got awkward.

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that would get awkward. Rick and I never really dated (but, of course, one of my two ex-boyfriends has more awkwardness in the fallout than was caused by me coming out as gay. Because life is just like that)

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

Working theory: I am 90% sure my sister turns boys gay by sleeping with them. I mean, once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times and it's enemy action.
The enemy here apparently being heterosexuality.
I don't know I wouldn't really trust anything I say I haven't slept properly (or at all?) since Wednesday.

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

Lol! Yeah, your sister has skills.

Really sorry to hear about the lack of sleep :( I hope your kid gets better soon and you get some sleep

[madcolt.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks! Yeah, little bugger just needs so R&R, some TLC, some other acronym I can't think of, and some Pedialyte. :P

I told my husband to make the baby wave at the computer and he said I was pigeon-holing the child. Well, he's waving in spirit, I'm sure.

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

Acronyms fix everything.

*Waves at you and the baby, and the husband*