Getting to know you!

[madeleone]

I love this idea, borrowed from delphipsmith, who in turn has borrowed it from toblass and savine_snape.

So much fun, so little time...

It's time for some positivity and kindness to happen.

So, I'm going to grab the pay-it-forward idea and put a little twist on it. The first ten people to comment will get a surprise from me at some random point during the next twelve months. It may or may not be fandom related. It could be a drabble or short story, a craft, a book,  a small gift, a card, etc. (please IM me your snail mail addy in the event it is something I need to send to you).

All I ask is that in your comment, you share something with me about yourself that I may not know otherwise. This might be a good opportunity for me to get to know my friends better as well.

Comments

[teddyradiator.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm jumping on this bandwagon right now!!! Thank you for this. I think these are just awesome.

My only problem is that I'm so transparent I've told everyone everything about me. I once broke both ankles at once, jumping down from a chair while hanging mini-blinds. I was on a very highly-polished hardwood floor, and when I tried to jump down, the chair slid out from under me and down I went. I landed badly on both ankles, and by the next morning, I had to crawl on my hands and knees because neither ankle would support me. Humiliations galore.

[madeleone]

I am loving these posts from others and thought I'd like to give it a try. Thanks for being my first victim... errr... I mean volunteer.

Oh my goodness both ankles at the same time! I worked in physical therapy so I know that must have made getting around difficult for awhile. Were you able to bear any weight so you could use crutches to get around or did you have to use a wheelchair? It just goes to show that sometimes doing the simplest things can get us into bad situations.

Once my hubby broke his ribs when working in a warehouse. There was a pile of desks and he needed to check for something inside the one on top but instead of going to get the fork lift he figured it would just be easier to climb on top. Yup, desk shifted and down he came hitting the edge of a metal bin on the way down.

I know I've sent you stuff before, but right now can't seem to find your addy. So please send me your addy through lj messaging or to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[toblass.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh! These are fun, aren't they?

Let's see...I used to make a killer chocolate mousse with a recipe my high school French teacher, Mr. Tchikovani gave us. It was literally the best chocolate mousse ever...except it called for about a dozen raw eggs.

Needless to say, I've given up using that recipe.

[madeleone]

Yummmmm... Chocolate mousse. Sounds delish. A dozen eggs, though? How much mousse did this recipe make? LOL1

Could you please message me with your addy for some future goodies, either through LJ or to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[delphipsmith]

There is no such thing as too much chocolate mousse, IMO.

[wirefish1.livejournal.com]

Hi, golly, what to tell you, because you don't know me.... Well, I suppose it's been long enough, I can disclose this little story. We'd sworn ourselves to secrecy...

Soon after I finished college, one of my professors, Dr. P--, learned he had Meniere's disease, which causes debilitating vertigo (amongst other things). His functioning states were either nauseated and dizzy (no meds) or medicated and asleep. He had to learn to go grocery shopping by only holding his head to the right and circling the shop until he got what he needed. Unfortunately, he'd had to neglect almost everything except the critical things, so he'd not been able to do yard maintenance, and it was early winter.

I hatched a plan.

My friend and I snuck over to the prof's house at 8:30 one evening and bagged all his leaves, freezing at every passing car and flash of light. Both Dr. P-- and my friend had curly hair, and at one point a neighbor called out "Good Evening" to "Dr. P" and we waved back.

Twenty bags later, we scurried away.

My friend was still in close contact with at least one of his professors who was in the same department as Dr. P--. The day after our escapade, Dr. P-- told everyone about how his yard had been cleaned up miraculously over night, a task he'd been embarrassed he couldn't complete for the first time in his life. Later in the week he told another story, how his neighbors wondered why he'd been doing yardwork in the dark--of course it was him, he'd spoken and waved back!

So there you go. Haven't told that story to anyone in the 23 years since it happened. ;)

[madeleone]

Wow! Great story and what a good deed you two did. And the fact that you managed to keep it a secret for 23 years is amazing. Well, you know that saying, no good deed goes unpunished... could you please message me through LJ with your addy for some future goodies, or you can send it to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[blueartemis07.livejournal.com]

This is lovely.

I'm fairly open, so I think quite a few of you know a whole lot about me.

OK, I don't know if anyone knows this one about me, to be honest. Senior year of high school, AP English was the domain of Sister Elise Hanrahan. She did not play games. I got the first D of my high school career for half-assing an essay. You can bet I didn't do that again. But that isn't my story. She gave us this assignment, and most of us took it seriously. She told us none of us flunked it, and made us do it again. It was to write a story that went with a headline, and the headline was something out of a crazy tabloid. She told us not to be afraid to be funny. So, I jumped headlong into it, and aced it... writing the silliest thing I could think of, while still following her rules for essays.

So, basically, if any of you like my humor, it was brought about by this lovely nun who refused to accept anything but our best, and wrote on my revised essay that I made her laugh out loud, and she expected this caliber of work all the time.

[madeleone]

See you wanted to be a writer, even back then! I didn't attend Catholic school but had to go to Catechism classes once a week and was generally scared to death of the nuns. LOL.

I still have your addy from the Holiday card list. :)

[delphipsmith]

Great story -- I had nuns as teachers for a while too, they were some of the best :)

[irishredlass.livejournal.com]

I have decided to join the bandwagon on this one too.

Lets see something you don't know about me...

I was 8 years old when I started learning to cook. The first thing I made "all by myself" was a pineapple upside down cake made from a yellow cake mix and canned pineapple. My brother ate half of it before he knew I was the one to have made it. Then he pretended he had been poisoned.

[madeleone]

Sounds like a typical thing for a brother to do. LOL! It must have been pretty good if he ate half of it, though. And look you're still happily cooking today. :)

Could you please IM me through LJ with your addy for some future goodies, or you can send it to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[mimimanderly.livejournal.com]

When I was little, I put out my own "newspaper". I printed each one by hand with the latest neighborhood gossip and drew a bunch of comics on each one, then stuffed them in people's mailboxes, LOL.

[madeleone]

How industrious of you, I wonder what your neighbors thought when they found that special edition in their mailboxes.:D

I don't remember if I have your addy, so could you please IM me it through LJfor some future goodies, or you can send it to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[delphipsmith]

That's awesome -- do you still have any of the issues?

[mimimanderly.livejournal.com]

Nah... neither my mom nor I were big on saving stuff. Sometimes I wish that some of the stories I wrote and illustrated as a child were still around, just so that I could better remember them.

[madeleone]

I have a one act play I wrote in 10th grade. Our English teacher was our class adviser from 10th through 12th grade and she was a brand new teacher right out of college (so she was only a few years older that her students). Being her very first pupils ever she stayed in contact with several of my class and she comes to all our class reunions. A few years back she was going through some old boxes of papers she'd saved and ten years ago at our 25 year reunion she gave back the original stuff. Several were picked for the various English classes to produce (mine was one) so there were play bills and such as well. It was pretty neat to get back.

[junewilliams7.livejournal.com]

In the summer between kindergarten and first grade, I ran out in front of a car and broke my collarbone. I was in the hospital for a week, but because so many kids were in summer accidents, the only spare bed was in the boys' ward. All day long, three boys and I stared at each other.

The scary part was that the bed next to me never had the same boy - every day, the people in green outfits would take him away, and we'd never see him again.

Since that experience, I have never been fazed about being the only female in a crowd of males.

[madeleone]

Oh my gosh! I would have found the disappearing boy from the next bed scary too, wondering if they were going to come and get me next. Or at the very least hoping they wouldn't transfer me over to that bed. LOL!

Can you please IM me your addy through LJ, for some future goodies, or you could send it to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[lynnylou.livejournal.com]

Hope I am not to late but this seems fun! Well here is a little story. A friend and I had been out partying all night and smoking alot herb. I was driving I was going to drop her off at home and then head home. Well since we were baked out of ours minds we were sort of paranoid. I was driving down the highway and we saw flashing light and we were freaking out thinking it was the cops and that we were going to be so busted. Then the lights get closer and passes us then we see the flashing lights were a snowplow. Man at first we were relieved then we laughed our asses off.

[madeleone]

That reminds me of a time my girlfriend was home from college and we hung out with my boyfriend (who ended up being my hubs). Anyway on the way back to her house afterward we stopped by a 24 hour store to buy munchies. While standing in line to pay we both got such a case of the giggles for no apparent reason, every time we looked at each other we both just started giggling uncontrollably. I remember trying to stop and just laughing til I had tears in my eyes.

Can you please IM me your addy through LJ, for some future goodies, or you could send it to my email (madeleoned @gmail .com ) with spaces removed of course.

[delphipsmith]

Yay, I made the cutoff! Wow, there are going to be lots of goodies flying around over the next year :)

I learned to drive on our old half-ton farm pickup which had no power brakes or power steering. My arms hurt but my biceps looked great. My first car was a Reliant K-Car (remember those?) for which I geekily wanted the vanity plate "NCC 1864" but it was already taken. I pouted for quite a while over that.

[madeleone]

Oohhh that would have been such a cool plate for that car! My first car was a rusted out, hunk of junk, 1960 Mercury Comet. Ahhh... but my second car was a 1968 Ford Mustang Fastback, just like this one, same color and everything, http://barrett-jackson.com/staging/carlist/items/Fullsize/Cars/20145/20145_Rear_3-4_Web.jpg
God what a sweet car, now it's a classic, I wish I still had it.

I still have your addy, hon, so no need to send it. (unless you've moved in the last few months). :)

[delphipsmith]

Nope, still in the same spot :) Oh, that is a SWEET car!! ::iz jealous:: This is my dream car. Someday!!

[madeleone]

OMG! My girlfriend had that exact car except hers was black with a black interior. She got hers while we were still in high school while I was still driving the crappy Comet. I didn't get my Mustang until I got my first job, I paid half and my dad paid the other half. The car was about five years old and I think it was a grand total of about $500 or $600.

[delphipsmith]

::iz even more jealous:: I've about decided that I just have to take the plunge and buy one, because I'll forever regret it if I don't...

Edit: Your friend wasn't a preschool teacher by any chance, was she?

[madeleone]

No, she's not. LOL! Someone you know? My friend, Margie, (we were both Margarets, she was Margie and I was Maggie) got a degree in TV and radio from MSU, then worked at a public TV station in Columbus Ohio. She married her first husband who was a camera man and they moved to California so he could work in TV/movie industry.

[delphipsmith]

Yeah, I co-taught with someone years ago who had a black 66 mustang, so I just thought I'd ask :)