I kind of kept away from these because I always thought it seems obvious who's who etc, but it occurs to me that I assume too much :) and it might be helpful to point out some stuff that's not clear to people who stumble across the journal.Persons of note:M:
partner. Hails from merry England (the North), still finds the Australian summers disgusting. Enjoys music, drawing, gaming. We like each other.S:
older son. Born March 2007. Enjoys drawing, and playing Minecraft. Prone to toilet-talk, and spends quite a bit of time in Stupidworld* which I expect will only worsen in years to come. Otherwise quite gentle and sweet, though. Less rough-and-tumble than your average 'boyish boy'.T:
older daughter. Born September 2008. Talks ALL THE TIME. High maintenance, very spirited (read: major, major tantrum-thrower and boundary-pusher). Gregarious, sunny-natured and usually a big hit with friends and strangers alike. Likes to lead, not follow. We anticipate interesting times ahead, until she's at least 30.J:
younger daughter. Born March 2011. Smiley, happy baby. Sociable, but seems to consider other babies beneath her. Would much prefer the company of older children. She's delighted that she can now walk – so she can get away from those annoying other babies. 'Thank goodness,' she thinks, 'I'm the youngest.'... B:
younger son. Born August 2012. Personality to be determined! So far, he's snuggly.Molly:
dog. Brown and white, medium-sized. Adopted from the pound. Very affectionate; loves babies, however, thinks the days when the children are away are heaven. Her favourite being is Sasha.Sasha:
cat. The first cat, and the only one bought from a pet-shop. Originally bought as a birthday present for me, she prefers M. Getting a bit cranky in her old age. Likes warm laps and tinned fish.Banjo:
cat. The only boy-cat and possibly my favourite. Very good to snuggle with on a night, or during any daytime nap you might happen to get. Quite likes to share a bed with T, if he can't do so with M and me. Doesn't like babies – is the only one who will scratch when provoked. We monitor this, but also see it as a lesson the babies need to learn: animals should be treated with respect. Also, they were here before the babies and are valuable household members.Miko:
cat. The black and white one in my icon. Fluffy and has the face of an anime character, and very pretty, but fights like a demon. We suspect she was dropped on her head as a kitten; she is quirky, a tad dim-witted, and LOUD. Which is great, because I love
two, of the white leghorn variety. I'm their human. They had names but don't really seem to care about that, so I just call them “girls” and it works well for us all.Yours truly (Bec, or Rebecca):
37 years old, which surprises me. A lot of things surprise me. I used to be a hippie but then I had four children and ruined my green credentials. I guess I'll just have to indoctrinate my offspring as best I can. I spent over a decade at university and ended up as a high school teacher, although that's more 'something I do' rather than 'who I am'. Sometimes I worry about the environment, and politics, and human rights, and the economy. But life has taught me that there's little in the world that can't be fixed by a few quiet minutes in the garden, with a good cup of tea and a piece of black forest cake. I guess most of everything else about me you'll probably discover along the way... but of course, feel free to ask and I'll always reply :)
I also started a new journal purely for writing/NaNoWriMo/therealljidol etc.
Feel free to add me there, if you're interested on reading anything to do with those. If you've just added me through NaNoWriMo, then I'll be adding you back on this journal: bringing_words
*for the uninitiated, Stupidworld is a place which exists within the same time and space as the regular world, but where the inhabitants find it impossible to listen to logic, and must do everything stupidly. This includes how they eat and talk as well as their general behaviour.