|
Web Hosting  |
|
|
 |
|
|
| So I was on Jamey Greenough's Blog yesterday and he had been interviewed by someone.It's sort of a Tag type thing where when you read the interview if you want to be interviewed yourself, just say so in the comments.All the instructions are below.Jamey asked me some pretty good questions.I hope you enjoy my answers.Without further adu:
?
1) How would you describe your experiences during your tour in the middle east?This is such a hard question to answer because I experienced so much with so many different emotions.I was married to my ex at the time and we had three children together one of which was only 10 months old.So it was very hard for me to leave them and I was very homesick for a long time.I missed them all terribly and knowing that I was coming home to them gave me a reason to "drive on."But at the same time, it was all very exciting because I felt like I was answering a call.Active duty was something that I alway wanted to try but never did for different reasons.I felt like I was doing something nobel, and whether or not I lived or died some how it would give my life some meaning.While I was there, I forged some of the best friendships with the guys that I was with that I've ever had in my life.You know that guy, Anthony Morris, whom has had so many of his family members pass away as of late?He's a very good friend of mine from my unit.I knew all those guys before we left, but after it all, there is a bond there that cannot be broken.I just had another friend of mine, Chris Hood, who's family drove 2 hours just to come to my little girls birthday party.When ever we need each other we are always there.I worked my butt off while I was there... literally.I weighed 240 when we got deployed and 190 when I returned.I walked everywhere I went and I have a hard job so it was exhausting.I worked from 7 am to 7 pm 7 days a week.They'd wake me up in the middle of the night to fix things.It was awful.But don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining (anymore).I volunteered for the Guard.This is the part that you all will most likely think is crazy.Yes, I missed home... missed my family.It was hard, but I had never felt so a live in my life!I know... crazy huh?When you are in the states with a civilian job, you have so many worries.But there all I had to worry about was doing my job and staying a live.All my bills were paid or put on hold til I returned.The responsibilites that I'd grown accusomted to where no longer there.You just don't know how good it feels to be alive until you are faced with death every day.Yes, I know we could all die at any moment, but there it is constantly before you.We had some good times.There were nights where Chris would make sweet tea in his coffee pot and we'd all sit outside in front of our hooches (our living quarters) in our folding chairs and we'd b.s. and drink tea.It felt a lot like home, until the mortars would come in.For a long time after I got home, any time I'd be sitting around talking to my friends and hear a sudden loud noise I'd jump 10 feet high!Just part of post traumatic stress disorder I guess...I could tell you some funny stories.People think it's funny when you dive under your desk at work when you hear the tail gate of a dump truck slam but it's really not that funny....(okay, maybe a little).Damn...I'm not even thru with the first question yet.So, my deployment to Iraq was definately a defining moment in my live and forever changed me in so many ways.I hope that there are other defining moments in my life.I don't want the war to be the only thing that I tell my children and grandchildren about. |
| I don't want the war to be the only thing that I tell my children and grandchildren about.You know?2) How did you become so good with drawing?I don't know...I've always been able to draw.It's like that scene in the movie good will hunting where she asked him how he's able to solve those math problems and stuff and he equates it to motzart and how don't know how he does it but he can "just play."My earliest piece of artwork was when I was three.I drew an eskimo (or what my mom says looks like an eskimo...LOL).She encouraged me to draw and color and things like that but I never went to any art classes to refine my skills until I was in college.And even then it was more like practicing what I already knew.After college there were several years where I never picked up a pencil or anything.I've just now learned how to paint and I have a long way to go in that.I'm not to my full potential in any medium but I'm working on it.But to answer the question directly, I've just always been able to draw what I see.?It's harder for me to draw from my imagination than anything else.I just started a new the internet page for mine and my brother's artwork.It's called Glenn Studios.You can find it at www.the internet/glennstudios.There isn't a whole lot on there now.I don't want to put up the same pics that I have on my personal page.We are doing a book cover and some other things.I'll put those up there when it's done.Right now, I just want to have the web presence.3) How do you decide what pictures you are going to put onto the internet?I put the ones on there that don't make me look as fat as I am...LOL.As far as personal pictures go, I just take one every so often and throw it up there.I don't have a method.As far as artwork goes, I only put things up there that I'm pleased with.There's a lot of times when I'll do something that I don't care for very much that other ppl gush over.But I'll only show what I think is good work.I am my own worst critic my wife says.4) What music to you listen to to get into a mood, whether it be angry or loving.To get into "the mood," a loving mood, I've always liked smooth love jams from the 90's.Silk, Boyz to Men... those types of songs.I enjoy a range of music.I listen to metal, rap, r&b, country, pop rock... you name it.It all just depends on my mood.So I guess instead of music creating my mood, my mood determines what music I listen too.5) How did you get the name big papa?Now this is a good story.I've had a couple of different screen names but Big Papa has just seemed to stick with me and I'll tell you why.Before the war, when my oldest son was about four I guess, we'd wrestle around in the floor and pretend we were different wrestlers.I was always Goldberg or Big Poppa Pump (Scott Steiner).I reckon we must have been teaching him the families names cause his mom was asked him what her name was and he told her then, what nana's name was and so on... when she said what's daddy's name?He smiled and said, "Big Papa."I've been big papa ever since.Now to play along, please follow these instructions:1.Leave me a comment saying "interview me."2.I will respond by e-mailing you five questions.I get to pick the questions.3.You will post a blog (so you have to have a blog) containing your answers to the questions.4.You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.5.When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions, continuing the evil cycle! |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
