5 words
From ironymaiden. Those that would like me to give them five words I associate with them just need to speak up.
adoption:We're doing one! Eventually! We've been in the pool about four months now. I have sworn to myself not to ask how many times we've been presented until six. It's the only piece of data we can get and I don't want to read too much into it, but if we've never been presented after six months, then maybe there's something in our letter we need to redo. Other than that, I've mostly been trying to enjoy the no-kids time for however long it lasts.
On a broader scale, though, adoption is a good fit for southplains and me. We never really talked about surrogacy, and not because we had issues with it. It's just that in life, there's the family you pick and the family you're stuck with (although the older I get the more I feel like those categories are awfully blurry at the edges), and an open adoption is really both. We're choosing to form relationships with people, but we don't really have a lot of control over which people we can choose. For me, I guess, family still happens.
liquor: We're not alcoholics, I swear. The liquor cabinet is so full because we don't drink all that much, and we're both easily enticed by new possibilities (latest: sweet tea vodka). That said, I love cocktails. I love cooking too, but mixing a drink only takes a couple of minutes, and you have such a range of flavors to work with: sweets and sours and bitters, florals, herbals, fruit. I like pairing drinks to seasons and to people. (I'm not supposed to drink sweet stuff because of South Beach, but it's Pride this weekend, so I made myself a drink with rose syrup and gin last night which was great.)
security:Why yes, I am an Earth sign. (This is the one I'm most curious how other people relate the word to me). I plan for contingencies. At the age of 31, having been on my own for eight and a half years and the sole provider for three other life forms for one, I still have a running calculation in the back of my head for how long I could last unemployed before I'd have to give up and move back into my parents. The number is large but I still have it anyway. Growth is great and all, but I LIKE my comfort zone. It's COMFORTABLE. I've actually been working on that a bit, trying to keep from becoming complacent. I'm not sure how well it's been working, really.
Maryland:Not the state (my only real association with that is the Baltimore Aquarium, which was awesome and where I first learned about transfish), but the Maryland Apartments, my home sweet home for the last dear-God-five-and-a-half years. When solcita was living here, we tried renaming the apartment Stately Wayne Manor to have something cute to call it, but really, the Maryland is a good enough name. One hundred years old next year, which is practically ancient by Seattle standards (English folks reading my journal, you may now commence scoffing). Breaking down in new and exciting ways all the time. The balconies on the south side of the building are unsafe! Last year we had to repaint the whole building to stave off mold! The wastewater pipes are iffy at best! I love it to pieces and if I ever have to move I will shed bitter, bitter tears.
Austen:Ok, so I have this ontology that nobody else believes in: There are Bronte relationships, and Austen relationships. You got your Jane Eyre on one side, and your Pride and Prejudice on the other. Jane Eyre is an intelligent, strong-willed woman who the world shits on all over the place. She falls in love with Rochester, and the rest of the book is about the two of them trying to win out against the world. Elizabeth Bennet is an intelligent, strong-willed woman who meets a man and does not fall in love with him, because doing so would run counter to her image of herself, while Darcy is just as busily not falling in love with her. The rest of the book is about two strong people both learning to compromise with each other and with themselves. Probably because I was single for so long, I've always personally identified more strongly with the Austen side of things. This concludes my ontology that nobody else believes in.
adoption:We're doing one! Eventually! We've been in the pool about four months now. I have sworn to myself not to ask how many times we've been presented until six. It's the only piece of data we can get and I don't want to read too much into it, but if we've never been presented after six months, then maybe there's something in our letter we need to redo. Other than that, I've mostly been trying to enjoy the no-kids time for however long it lasts.
On a broader scale, though, adoption is a good fit for southplains and me. We never really talked about surrogacy, and not because we had issues with it. It's just that in life, there's the family you pick and the family you're stuck with (although the older I get the more I feel like those categories are awfully blurry at the edges), and an open adoption is really both. We're choosing to form relationships with people, but we don't really have a lot of control over which people we can choose. For me, I guess, family still happens.
liquor: We're not alcoholics, I swear. The liquor cabinet is so full because we don't drink all that much, and we're both easily enticed by new possibilities (latest: sweet tea vodka). That said, I love cocktails. I love cooking too, but mixing a drink only takes a couple of minutes, and you have such a range of flavors to work with: sweets and sours and bitters, florals, herbals, fruit. I like pairing drinks to seasons and to people. (I'm not supposed to drink sweet stuff because of South Beach, but it's Pride this weekend, so I made myself a drink with rose syrup and gin last night which was great.)
security:Why yes, I am an Earth sign. (This is the one I'm most curious how other people relate the word to me). I plan for contingencies. At the age of 31, having been on my own for eight and a half years and the sole provider for three other life forms for one, I still have a running calculation in the back of my head for how long I could last unemployed before I'd have to give up and move back into my parents. The number is large but I still have it anyway. Growth is great and all, but I LIKE my comfort zone. It's COMFORTABLE. I've actually been working on that a bit, trying to keep from becoming complacent. I'm not sure how well it's been working, really.
Maryland:Not the state (my only real association with that is the Baltimore Aquarium, which was awesome and where I first learned about transfish), but the Maryland Apartments, my home sweet home for the last dear-God-five-and-a-half years. When solcita was living here, we tried renaming the apartment Stately Wayne Manor to have something cute to call it, but really, the Maryland is a good enough name. One hundred years old next year, which is practically ancient by Seattle standards (English folks reading my journal, you may now commence scoffing). Breaking down in new and exciting ways all the time. The balconies on the south side of the building are unsafe! Last year we had to repaint the whole building to stave off mold! The wastewater pipes are iffy at best! I love it to pieces and if I ever have to move I will shed bitter, bitter tears.
Austen:Ok, so I have this ontology that nobody else believes in: There are Bronte relationships, and Austen relationships. You got your Jane Eyre on one side, and your Pride and Prejudice on the other. Jane Eyre is an intelligent, strong-willed woman who the world shits on all over the place. She falls in love with Rochester, and the rest of the book is about the two of them trying to win out against the world. Elizabeth Bennet is an intelligent, strong-willed woman who meets a man and does not fall in love with him, because doing so would run counter to her image of herself, while Darcy is just as busily not falling in love with her. The rest of the book is about two strong people both learning to compromise with each other and with themselves. Probably because I was single for so long, I've always personally identified more strongly with the Austen side of things. This concludes my ontology that nobody else believes in.