I don't know about you but the word "avatar" sounds to me like some planet from another galaxy. Guess "character", "icon" or "persona" just didn't cut it. No, we have to be an "avatar".

Came across destinycreations' post yesterday on this thread and it got me to thinking as it brings up a good point of how we are "perceived" by our avatars..  

https://www.lotterypost.com/thread/286887

(BTW this is a fantastic system by CTNY which is why I visited this thread in the first place :)

I can relate to destiny's dilemma. We get so used to seeing each others "picture" that when we discover it's changed it does throw you for a loop.

Trying to remember the first avatar I used when joining the Lottery Post but am coming up empty. I remember changing it a couple of times before settling on the spinning dollar sign. But that's because it was the only picture I found that moved (love moving pictures!) and looked suspended in air and 3D'ish. Didn't really think at the time of what it "represented".

I really love this line that destinycreations wrote:

If I could have found a spinning "nurturing mother/teacher type" photo from the get go I would have.

Because in all reality that's my real  avatar and sums me up in a nutshell.

One of my favorite things as a child was a chalkboard. My father hung it on the fence with some cord and used to take pictures of me out chalking it up and teaching my imaginary class. I was in 1st grade and remember very vividly wanting to be a teacher. 

I guess all firstborns are the bossy ones, the "know-it-alls", the ones everyone comes to for advice. The icebreakers. We are, in a sense, second parents to our younger siblings and are expected to set a good example for them. And I had a little sister. Don't remember teaching her anything,though,lol. She was a little bossy herself.

As I grew older, the teacher dream faded into the background. A new one took its place. Writing. Mainly because I found I didn't particularly care for school that much and would rather be home reading books and writing.

It's been a long journey to here and what I do today. Guess a little bit of the "teacher" finally came out in me after all. I love helping people and making sure everyone eats healthy meals and gets to bed on time. If there is a sick person in the family,well, you can guess who the caretaker winds up being.

I remember when my father was diagnosed with cancer. At the time I was working at the liquor store selling lottery tickets. My first instinct was to quit my job. And I did. My father got mad but I knew someone had to be home, just felt it was the right thing to do. My mother worked, my sister worked.    But I am the one who stayed home with him even though he didn't need much help. I thought that someone should be near just in case.

Two years later as he was getting thinner and weaker I always remember his last words to me. "Big gentle Brenda." (I could have done without the "big" in there,lol. Since I was  taller than him I'm hoping that's all he meant :) To this day, it's always struck me as such a strange thing for him to say. My father and I were like oil and water, perhaps because we were too much alike in a lot of ways. Our relationship was always full of bickering and angry undertones. There were not a lot of warm fuzzies by any means. But despite all that I guess all along he realized who and what I am deep down.

So even though I'm not some mastermind you may imagine sitting behind twelve computers with blinking lights running at top speed everyday I can still help give you the best possible numbers that I believe will be heading your way soon in the lottery :) 

I feel bad that I burst the avatar bubble,destiny.       

I'd love to be as full of energy and exciting as that spinning dollar sign but...I'm just an old softy who does research in her pajamas and writes systems by hand with paper and pencil while sneaking a rare shameful smoke in the garage now and then.

I hope you won't take me any less seriously because I'm in my slippers while figuring out your numbers,lol.