Can you tell by all my exclamation marks that I have Sun & Jupiter in the 3rd?

My bf’s Jupiter sits on my 3rd house North Node, which is very nice. Feels generous and expansive, and makes relationship/partnership feel like an easier thing than usual.

I was bullied when I was a kid, yes.

The “happy go lucky” actitud, well, I do have it, but maybe it’s more because of my Sag. moon.

With (Aquarius) Jupiter on my 3rd I’ve noticed one thing: I’ve never had to buy a mobile phone nor a car. These things are always given to me as gifts.

I have a niece-in-law with a third house moon-saturn conjunction and she is the most serious and cautious baby I’ve ever met!

I could write a book on 3rd house experiences and practically have (LOL). Let’s just say I “emote” and sometimes this ability has come in handy – I’ve had to call 911 more times than anyone I’ve ever known, and once had the distinction of having the 911 operator compliment me on what a great job I was doing by telling me I was the “best” caller she’d ever had – I’m very good at dispensing information and at figuring out who needs to know what. I tend to pick up clues from my environment that others miss. This seems to be one of my chart’s strengths.

I’ve had lots of dangerously close calls while on short trips, and I’ve learned to avoid rough neighborhoods (I was brought up on the outskirts of one). I’ve always had periodic problems receiving mail, and often my communications seem to go awry, through no fault of my own.

I was also a dancer (not professionally) and I’ve always felt that it was through my dancing that I came closest to expressing the language of God – I guess that’s Jupiter’s influence (or maybe Neptune since it’s conjunct). I love to write, but don’t consider myself a writer. I write much more than I talk, and either way, I’m prone to having philosophical discussions. I’m not so much happy-go-lucky, more like “encouraging”. And last but not least, I love walking – I usually walk for at least an hour each day, just to keep my head on straight.

I have a series of baby pictures that were taken of me in the same day – happy baby, crying baby, pissed-off baby. They were all taken in front of our old television set, so maybe it depended on what channel they turned on. My mom once told me that I was a little “chatter-box” and would often have fellow bus riders cracking up as I attempted to imitate their conversations.