WHO ARE YOU?
[note:  I copied these questions from sayhedgehog  but, since this is so incredibly long, I'm posting this in parts]

Name: LadyKrommos. 
Age:  36.
Astrological Sign: not important.
Sex/Gender: female.
Skin:  light, but easily tanned when given the opportunity.
Hair:  med. brown, but going grayer all the time.
Eyes: used to change blue or grey with moods, weather, and hormones, but finally turned green and stayed that way.
Height:  I have shrunk 1.5 inches since my marriage to Krommos...and having lots of babies..now 5'1.5" (feels less lately; need to check again.)
Marital Status:  very married.
Sexuality:  can be beautiful.
Religion: is a mess...love God, love others...pretty simple.

Where Were You Born?: While my mother (a 4th generation native Texan) happened to be living in other states with her 'ex', my sibs and I were born in three of the other states, but I've been a Texan since we returned in my eighth month of age.  (I would have chosen any other than the one I got for my birthstate if it still had to be outside here.  Please don't take that personally New Yorkers, but you have no idea what it is to have to admit that fact growing up Texan!)

Where Do You Live Now?: Texas with plans of moving overseas soon.

Occupation: wife, mother.

Vehicle: 15 passenger van for all, old Honda sedan for economy.

Pets:  Don't want any.

YOUR FAVORITES
Type Of Food: mexican, italian, southern-style american.
Meal:  chicken enchiladas, salad, cold beer (high grade).
Snack: yogurt (plain with xylitol and  vanilla, or preserves), bananas, and I'd never refuse cookies or cake except in pregnancy and early nursing days, by sheer will-power.
Fruit: bananas, peaches, oranges, kiwi.
Vegetable: green leaf lettuce, carrots, sweet potatoes, asparagus.
Drink: water.
Alcoholic Beverage: various beers,  good wine [rarely: mixed rum drinks, rumplemints, peach schnapps, vodka].
Cigarette: nevermore.
Drug: no thanks.

Book:  New King James or NIV.
Author: Yours truly and/or Krommos, of course.
Actor: Tom Hanks, Sean Penn.
Actress:  Meryl Streep, Jody Foster.
TV Show: N/A.
TV Channel:  N/A.
Band: Band?  How about 'musical artist':  Keith Green, The Family Band (thematically-grouped scriptures set to music).  [In time past: early: John Denver, KC and the Sunshine Band, the Bee-Gees; moving on to: Queen, Elton John, Peter Frampton, Wings,etc., then:  Van Halen (withDLR), Scorpions, Rush, Led Zeplin,...finally: Eric Clapton, Guns 'n' Roses, Stevie Ray Vaughn, more Queen...until I dropped out of the world that made rock'n'roll my center of musical input, not as an abhorrence in totality.  This just fleshes out some of my basic history]
Song:  Oh, please...okay, if I was dying I'd meditate on It Is Well With My  Soul or Just A Closer Walk With Thee or something...maybe a Fear Not 'song' by The Family Band.

Artist: not well enough explored to decide yet.
Activity: Guess!  I'll give you a hint...we have eight children.
Animal:  birds (song), bats (pest control), and anything at a distance (beauty, strength).
Place To Go: I don't go anywhere.  I do like museums. And visiting people at home.

 Midnightfriend steps up to the keyboard and says, “ Hello, everyone.  My name is Lady Krommos.”

 She imagines Gentle Mindsayers responding, “Hello, Lady Krommos.”

Stretching her fingers LK continues, “I am a ‘Messy’.  It has been approximately eleven years and eight months since I first discovered that I have a real problem.  In that time I have had many small victories, but I have yet to have a single day that messes have not been found in my house, and occasionally it’s overwhelming.”

She imagines many Gentle Mindsayers just hit ‘Esc’ in disgust, yet many more lean closer to their monitors, eyebrows raised in morbid curiosity.

“Krommos is a true saint, sticking with me even though the home in which he was raised was ordered, spotless, and his mother was the ‘Mrs. Cleaver’ archetype, while I am more like Fred Sanford by nature.  The fact that I use such similes indicates how and when my problem really started. 

“The chronic issues I still face are:  laying down various objects on the first flat surface within my reach when I am distracted from one task by a call to see to another one; and equally frustrating, I leave unfinished books and/or projects ‘out’ where I am working on them when I have to stop for some other duty, foolishly imagining I’ll actually get to resume the desired activity soon enough to warrant leaving it there.

(Deep breath before painful confession)

“I own about four sets of diaper pins, but I usually only know for certain where one set is because the baby is wearing them.  I have several places they are likely to be when I go hunting after bath-time, but they are rarely in the first couple of places I look.  Once, I put them all together in one ‘place’.  That lasted almost a week!  Just saying that encourages me to have another diaper-pin round-up tomorrow and go for ten days at it!”

Surely Mindsayers gracious enough to stay with my story this far are proud to chant in one accord, “Good for you! A place for everything and everything in its place!” and randomly cheer for my determination.

“Thank you, all, for your kind support, helpful attention, and for not saying ‘slacker’, ‘pig’, or ‘lazy bitch’ loud enough that I can’t rationalize what I thought I heard as if you really said, ‘Back her!’, ‘I dig!’, and ‘daisy stitch’.  I wear a shirt with embroidered lapels to every Meeting of the Messies for that specific facet of emotional security, so next time we meet, don’t assume I’m still behind on the laundry, okay?  Goodnight.”

Messy Mediator asks, “Anyone else?”

When I find myself somehow connected with magnificence, I must ever strive to improve myself to avoid the shame of baseness by contrast.  If we dare to consider the difference between the common man and ‘the gods’, we find it inspiring, or humiliating, depending on our perspective.  While the diversity in the accomplishments of great men and women of the past may be astounding, the difference in their potential and our own is sometimes surprisingly little.  Among god-like historic figures, some having gifts of intellect and/or power steward those gifts remarkably well; yet others with merely ordinary talents and perhaps even a hand of cards dealt below par as to social standing, political favor, or even wanting in their beginnings for an aptitude in education, still choose to overcome such hardships as a matter of course and impact the course of history in the process.  These mere men, no different at the outset than you or me, achieve greatness. Why didn’t their contemporaries?  Why don’t we?  Why don’t I?

A couple of examples:

When Captain Sir Richard F. Burton translated the Kama Sutra and the several other marvelous works, it wasn’t because it was a given assignment at some corporate job.  He independently sought out fascinating foreign literature in the countries where he was stationed under other employment.  He discovered the great texts himself!  If that had been his only achievement it would have qualified his excellence, but it was not his only mark made in the world.  His gifts were many.  (I could list some of them, but it would be better if you read his biographies, too.  I’ve just begun to read my first, though I saw a movie about him earlier in my life.)

When Count Felix Von Luckner was ordered to destroy enemy cargo and battleships in WWI, his superiors cared not what violence might be required to fulfill such duties; yet as captain of his ship he finished the war having been victorious in surprising, then capturing, loaded (although Luckner and his crew acquired to their own ships’ holds what cargo they pleased, in addition to the ‘prisoners’ whom he preferred to call guests) numerous vital enemy vessels before sinking them, and he did so without loss of life or limb to a single man aboard any of the prizes he conquered!  This feat among many chivalrous deeds was certainly not a requirement of his office, but purely a personal decision carried out through rigorous planning and determination.  Remarkable.

  If we are complacent to achieve the status quo in our lifetime, later generations may have nothing good or extraordinary to say about us; but when we set our mark – not only for ourselves but also for those who follow after us – to someday be counted among the gods of history, then the future will look marvelous!