Blogger, Know Thyself

Thanks to my very dear sister-in-law, who I just love SOOO much, I’m now required to do all of these little quiz thingy’s. So here we go….

This quiz determined, pretty accurately I might add, that I’m a:

Type B Motivated Personality

“These women desire order in their environment, yet they have a hard time organizing and carrying through with their schedule to achieve it. When something is out of place they look at it many times and think, “I really should pick that up and put it away” but, their actions don’t reflect their thoughts. Their schedule can be easily side tracked by conversations and whims of the moment. Relationships are more important than routine or schedule and they often find themselves late or unprepared because of spontaneous circumstances in their lives. They think in “big pictures” and aren’t too concerned about details.

B – Motivated women look at Type A’s longingly and wish they could be like them but really don’t know how. They manage to keep some order in their lives but with great effort and many lapses.”

I’d say they pretty much hit the nail on the head! Wouldn’t you say?

This quiz concluded that I’m an otter. Read on!

Otter- Otters are very social creatures. Otter personalities love people. They enjoy being popular and influencing and motivating others. Otter can sometimes  be hurt when people do not like them.  Otter personalities usually have lots of friends, but not deep relationships. They love to goof-off.  (They are notorious for messy rooms.)  Otters like to hurry and finish jobs. (Jobs are not often done well.)  The otter personality is like Tigger in Winnie The Pooh.

Strength: People person, open, positive
Weakness: Talks too much, too permissive

Do these people know me or something?

The next quiz, said……

 
   

  What Color is Your Brain?  

ORANGE:At work or in school: I need to be “hands on”: I like to play games, to compete, and to perform. I enjoy flexibility, changes of pace, and variety. I have difficulty with routine and structure. My favorite subjects are music, art, theatre, and crafts. I often excel in sports. I like solving problems in active ways and negotiating for what I want. I can be direct and like immediate results.
With friends: Planning ahead bores me because I never know what I want to do until the moment arrives. I like to excite my friends with new and different things, places to go, and romantic moments.
With family: I need a lot of space and freedom. I want everyone to have fun. It is hard for me to follow rules, and I feel we should all just enjoy one another.
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Hmmmmm, I’m not so sure how entirely accurate this is. Maybe the friends part, but even still, not so sure.

And because I would have NO clue about the Jane Austen character thing, as I’ve never read any of her books (sorry girlymama) I picked a quiz off of dcrmom’s blog about stress at work. Ha! This oughta be good….

Strain:

“You’re probably feeling overwhelmed or drained, and may be having some difficulties actually doing your work. Many people, once they reach this level of stress, fall into denial, feel helpless and begin to blame themselves. Try to stop believing self-criticisms like, “I’m stuck here and I can’t do anything about it” or “If I did a better job, was smarter or more competent, I wouldn’t be so stressed.”

Chuckle, chuckle. I have no comments about this. I’m sure EVERYONE knows whether or not this is accurate!

So that was LOTS of fun. Now you know me even better!

Shop-a-Ganza!

I’m in the market for some new clothes. Like, desperately. Like, I’ve lost 20 pounds since January, I plan on losing more, and my clothes are hanging off of me. Ugh.

Plus! The clothes this season are making me want them. Except for the whole 80’s thing coming back. Seriously. I was under the impression that we were still making fun of the 80’s for their big hair, parachute pants, and leggings. Now it’s coming back? Please, make it stop.

Anyway, for lunch (it was 2 hours, eek!) I went with Kay to Ruby Tuesday’s where we had a waitress named Tuesday (seriously) and we decided that it would be a good idea to stop at Express. So I bought a shirt. On sale. Me. I don’t do sales. My clothing taste buds are into full price. But I did see lots of other cute stuff that I’m going to have to buy this evening when I take my sister for no reason whatsoever.

I know I’m rambling, who cares? I might just have to stop into Gap and American Eagle also. You know, cause these people are up with the times and carry talls. I’m 5′10″ people, get with the program! Regular doesn’t work for me or my 6′5″ husband. While I’m there, I might just buy some stuff for the him too. Can’t have him walking around naked and stuff. Plus, now that we’re married, I’m supposed to control his wardrobe, didn’t you know?

Anyway, I’ll fill the world in tomorrow on what I bought.

You know, I’m realizing more and more every day that marriage truly is an equal partnership; It may take me a while to “train” L to put the toilet seat down, but it’ll take just as long for him to “train” me out of shopping.

The battle begins.

Topless is the Theme of the Day

This is how people are finding my blog today:

“topless spray on tan”

“topless receptionist”

“topless bridesmaids” 

It’s nice to know that I can be the internet’s source for porn.

Can You Turn Your Hearing Aid Up, Please?

I’m slightly frustrated.

I’ve mentioned that my very good friend can not get pregnant, right? I’ve also mentioned that the source of a lot of her frustration is her friend from work. Have I also mentioned that she’s talked to her about it?

Now I’m about to mention that this girl can not hold information in her brain. GRRRR! Not only does she not care to understand what it is that bothers H, but she likes to talk about her pregnancy and various other things associated with it around her.

For example, N wants to have portraits taken of herself while she’s pregnant. Not only does she inform H of this, but she goes into detail of how she wants to pose and that she wants to use the photographer who shot my wedding. But wait, there’s more! She wants H to call him because she’s too chicken or whatever! What is wrong with you?!?!?! Have you no idea that this is killing her inside?! Do you smoke crack?! Apparently you do, because that has to be the only thing that’s preventing your brain from understanding normal humanity.

Gee whiz! I’m sick of this nonsense. I can’t wait until H can quit her job. This woman is stressing me out.

Need a Laugh?

I’m going to need EVERYONE to go visit The Girl Who and check out her most recent post entitled “Toilet Paper Treaty”

Wear diapers people, you may pee your pants from laughing so hard.

Saving the World One Dump Truck at a Time

Yesterday on my way home from work, I was driving behind a garbage truck.

In an attempt to not totally damage the reputation of this company (as if enough people read this blog to actually do any type of damage) I won’t give their name, but I was absolutely disturbed with my findings.

The truck actually had a dump truck look about it, it didn’t look like your typical garbage truck. After about 3 seconds behind this guy I discovered that trash was flying out of the top of it. So, like any well-meaning nit-picky US citizen, I called to complain. The gentlemen on the phone was very polite and apologetic and he assured me that “…this will be taken care of ma’am.”

See? I do care about the environment!

Well, actually, my windshield was cracked a couple of months ago because of stuff flying out of a dump truck, and I just needed to get my revenge.

But you can believe the former if you want to ;)

Can I Buy an Epiphany Online?

Recently, friend H discovered what she wants to take in school.

This is somewhat troublesome to me as I am still unable to make a decision as to what to take if I ever chose to go.

Of course when someone close to me “takes the plunge” like that, it always shakes me from deep within and that small voice says “When are you going to go?” Of course, I never have an answer to that question because the question of what I’d actually take when I got there is always difficult to answer.

Or maybe, I’m just too indecisive.

H said to me “You need to have an epiphany like I did.” Right, can I buy one of those online?

It’s not like I don’t have any interests. It’s that I have too many.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a teacher. Then I discovered that I get really frustrated when people don’t learn as quickly as I do. A big problem, I would think.

In high school I wanted to be a lawyer. I was really gung-ho about that one because everyone that knew me said I’d be perfect for it. I’m really argumentative, I’m fascinated by our judicial system and the law (I actually want jury duty) and I’m actually pretty smart (not to toot my own horn…). But then the daunting task of eight years of school (not to mention the cost associated with it) and it’s just a waste because I’m going to be a stay at home mom anyway thought, sort of stopped that process.

Then I thought interior design/decorating would be super-cool. Except for I got this really great job that pays really well, so who needs to go to college? Yeah, that was smart.

Then I started hating said job and decided that being a wedding planner would be really cool. I mean, who doesn’t love watching “Whose Wedding is it Anyway?” I actually took this idea further than anything and interned with a wedding planner in the Philly area. But, when I discovered how much of a headache planning a wedding can actually be when I planned my own, that idea was nixed.

Recently, H and I have gone back to our “roots” and started making the bouquets, corsages, etc. for a couple of weddings including our own. We’ve even talked about opening up our own flower shop. It would be really fun, but how long before I’m tired of that?

I need focus, I need drive. I need to know what the heck I’m gonna do with myself before I start singing that sad song that is “I wish I went to college…” to my kids.

HELP!!!!

I Am NOT Pregnant

I think I’m excited that youth group has started up again because now, I’ll have at least one story to tell every Saturday. Thrilling.

Last night at youth group, I was sitting out in the lobby of our Family Life Center when my brother Z came to chat with me. In the same general area was previously mentioned friend, R.

I was asking my brother if he would get a sub for me as that was what the church provided for the kids that night. I was explaining that I wanted pickles on it (I LOVE pickles), when R chirped in “What L, you want pickles and icecream?” Oh boy, I knew where this was going, and decided to attempt to stop it quickly. “No, R, I am NOT pregnant.”

“*Loud Gasp* L, you’re pregnant?!” shouts R, obviously trying to sabotage me.

I thought he wasn’t that loud, and he really wasn’t, so I’m assuming that there must have been a teen in the area when he said this because within 3 minutes a group of some of the girls I mentor were out in the lobby giggling and giddy asking me if it was true, am I really pregnant.

I should mention here that in my church news has the same travel speed as light, and this was BIG news.

So we tried as best as we could to stop this news from traveling any further and it seemed to work.

At the end of the night, some crack head gave both R and D (also previously mentioned) access to a microphone. R saw this as the perfect opportunity to set the record straight and said into the mic “Everyone, just so you know, L is NOT pregnant” then D chimes in “So, you mean she’s not knocked up?”

Uh-Oh. Knocked up isn’t the lovliest of terms to use in a church setting aroud Jr. Highers when their parents are there to pick them up. Because I know D and I know his fun sense of humor, I was totally NOT upset or anything. Also, because I know how much trouble lies ahead of him, I’m not going to pick on him here. But it definitely made for an interesting evening.

Hopefully next week is as equally eventful as the past 2 have been. It’s just the beginning of youth group season though, so who knows what we’re in for. Only time will tell.

I Need a Moment Here

One of the reasons I started this blog was to be able to “vent”. Now’s where I’ll take advantage of that opportunity once again.

My very best friends H has difficulty conceiving. She has what is known as Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). This is not a fertility issue, it’s much bigger than that, but one of the negative side affects is the impact on her ability to conceive.

Now, while I understand that their are different levels to every friendship, I also believe that when it comes to something like this, it’s important to look into whatever it is that affects a friend if nothing more than to understand how this may impact them. H has had some difficulty in this area. Her parents are supportive of her, as is her husband and a couple of friends (really just E and I) but for one reason or another, others around her aren’t as supportive as they need to be. This includes a friend of hers from work. Keep in mind, that lately, it seems that everyone around her is getting pregnant. (her sister-in-law, spitefully, this friend from work, even people I work with)

Her friend at work is N. N and H have been working together for quite some time now and it seems as though they have a pretty decent friendship. When H decided to share with some of her work friends her difficulty in getting pregnant and how she was still trying, N dropped the bomb that she was going to start trying as well. Of course, she got pregnant almost instantly, and this was veryhard on H. Even still, H continued to press on and start sharing with N some of the side affects and problems associated with PCOS.

About 2 months later, something devastating happened. N lost her baby. It was a terrible time and H was very upset for her.

During the recovery period, however, H and N were discussing some about her PCOS when N very much belittled H’s pain by saying that “It’s better not to be able to have a baby than to have one and lose it.” Talk about a punch to the stomach. It seemed as though N had never really cared much about the devastation that H experiences regularly.

This was confirmed when in a recent conflict between H and N, H had to basically break down PCOS for N for the 2nd time as though N had never heard it before. Even though she had.

I just don’t understand these types of people. It frustrates that someone that I care about very much has to endure additional pain caused by people that don’t care to know what it is that plagues her. Especially when she is so caring and supportive herself. I hope that you, dear reader, would take the additional time necessary to “investigate” something that affects your family and friends.

Knowledge is the key to truly being able to fully support someone.

To learn how to make donations to PCOS Association, go here.

Well, Alright Then

Sometimes, how people find my blog gives me a chuckle.

Sometimes, I just don’t understand the word grouping.

For example:

“worst job in the world + underarms”