Talk to me!

[autographedcat]

Found via browngirl, and cellio, and epi_lj, and otherdeb, and....

"I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

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 spinach."

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."

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[catalana.livejournal.com]

Okay, little kid stories.

I'm a daddy's girl. And my father really likes little girls - he should, he had three of us! (Actually, there's a funny story there, too. When mom went in for some kind of test or other, the doctor said I was probably going to be a boy, since I had a slow heartbeat. (Apparently this is one way they predict gender - boys have slower heartrates than girls, at least in the womb.) And Dad said "No. It's just a very calm girl." *laugh* I don't know about calm, but I'm a girl at least.)

Anyway, Dad liked little kids, especially girls, and we lived in a neighborhood with a fair number of other kids. So we'd often run into other parents with their kids and he'd say hi. Well, apparently whenever I thought he was paying too much attention to them I would run up, grab his leg, and go "My Daddy!" (I was under 5, okay?)