Yet Another Personality Test

This sucker got me spot on. I'm amazed...

the Observer Test finished!

you chose BZ - your Enneagram type is FIVE. "I need to understand the world" Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful. How to Get Along with Me Be independent, not clingy. Speak in a straightforward and brief manner. I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts. Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable. Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity. If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place. don't come on like a bulldozer. Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy. What I Like About Being a Five standing back and viewing life objectively coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure not being caught up in material possessions and status being calm in a crisis What's Hard About Being a Five being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally Fives as Children Often spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on have a few special friends rather than many are very bright and curious and do well in school have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information assume a poker face in order not to look afraid are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected Fives as Parents are often kind, perceptive, and devoted are sometimes authoritarian and demanding may expect more intellectual achievement than is developmentally appropriate may be intolerant of their children expressing strong emotions Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele The Enneagram Made Easy Discover the 9 Types of People HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages You liked the test? so please RATE it... but remember! it had only two questions!!! ;-) You are not completely happy with the result?! You chose BZ Would you rather have chosen: AZ (THREE) CZ (ONE) BX (NINE) BY (FOUR) Link: The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test written by felk on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test Found through caltechgirl who is a Questioner.

My "Helper"

Sydney likes to help me when I'm cleaning around the house.
Unfortunately, most of the helping is making sure the washing machine & laundry basket don't wander off.

Now, if only she'd clean out that litter box...

Remember to check out the Carnival of the Cats on Sunday at Pets Garden Blog and the Friday Ark at Modulator.

By the way, Sydney is now on Catster! Stop and say hello!

Trashy Women

I am 18% White Trash.

I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

Take the
White Trash Test
@ FualiDotCom

Sweet! I'm classy!

But... I'm not a Democrat and my place is most definately not neat although I have to agree with the wine in a box thingy.

Another Reason To Stay In Iraq

NewsMax has a small piece advising that we look to Kosovo as an example of why we should stay in Iraq for a while longer.

Bloomberg: Kosovo Offers Iraq Lesson

Those calling on the U.S. to cut and run in Iraq might look to another
conflict-ridden region, Kosovo, opines Bloomberg.com columnist Amity
Shlaes.

The southern enclave of the old Yugoslavia was a battleground between
Albanian Muslims and Christian Serbs in the late 1990s, when Serbian leader
Slobodan Milosevic launched an effort at ethnic cleansing.

NATO intervened with a bombing campaign against the Serbian capital,
Belgrade. Milosevic relented, and both NATO and the United Nations sent in
troops to keep the peace. Around 1,600 American troops remain there among the
more than 15,000 peacekeepers in Kosovo.

The results, more than six years later, suggest that President Bush's
plan to remain in Iraq through his second term might prove a wise one, according
to Shlaes.

"Many Americans are coming to believe that posting soldiers to spend
years defending a beleaguered Muslim population in some dangerous backwater is a
suicide mission," Shlaes writes from the region's capital, Pristina.

"This week I am visiting a place that may disprove all those ideas --
and in the end provide a powerful precedent for Bush's Iraq plan."

Everyone in Kosovo wants the Americans to stay, Shlaes says.

"Sometimes they don't ask. They insist. "

'There will be no more war in the Balkans,' Ardian Gjini, a cabinet member
in Kosovo's provisionary government, said in a meeting this week in Pristina.
'The U.S. presence is why.'"

When asked how long the U.S. must stay in Kosovo, a Serbian official
told Shlaes: "At least 10 or 15 years."

A member of Shlaes' group in Pristina asked an official if Europeans
soldiers might replace Americans in Kosovo.

"Europeans are good fellows," the official replied. "They operate in
two speeds. Slow and slower."

Shlaes concludes: "The former Yugoslavia is worth looking at twice.

"People in the U.S. just now may doubt the value of flying the flag in
these places. But in Kosovo and Belgrade, they don't."

My Heroes

To Be Born Free Is A Gift

To Die Free Is A Responsibility

While on vacation in Oklahoma, Mom & I ran into a gentleman who had the above picture and saying on the tailgate of his truck. We ended up visiting with him and his wife for several minutes. He was a Vietnam veteran.

Mom & I both, at different times, thanked him for his service. His response both times was that he didn't tell us that he was a vet so he could be thanked. I had a feeling that he was going to say that. Most former and current military I have seen have responded in a similar manner.

I would like to repeat it to all former, current and future military men and women out there - Thank you so very much. You are the reason this is the greatest nation in the world and, Lord willing, will continue to be so. You have the courage and willingness to give up part or even all of your lives to preserve the American way of life and to give others a chance at freedom.

Don't pay any mind to those who protest against you. Know that the majority of America is behind you and that you are in my prayers every day. Many of us would be right beside if we could.

You are my heroes.

This Little Light Of Mine...

This has probably been around a few times, but I'd forgotten about it.

How Many Christians Does It Take to Change a Light Bulb?

Charismatic: Only 1 - Hands are already in the air.

Pentecostal: 10 - One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness.

Presbyterians: None - Lights will go on and off at predestined times.

Roman Catholic: None - Candles only. (Of guaranteed origin of course.)

Baptists: At least 15 - One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change and decide who brings the potato salad and fried chicken.

Episcopalians: 3 - One to call the electrician, one to mix the drinks, and one to talk about how much better the old one was.

Mormons: 5 - One man to change the bulb, and four wives to tell him how to do it.

Unitarians: We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that light bulbs work for you, you are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your light bulb for the next Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, 3-way, long-life and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence.

Methodists: Undetermined - Whether your light is bright, dull, or completely out, you are loved. You can be a light bulb, turnip bulb, or tulip bulb. Bring a bulb of your choice to the Sunday lighting service and a covered dish to pass.

Nazarene: 6 - One woman to replace the bulb while five men review churchlighting policy.

Lutherans: None - Lutherans don't believe in change.

Amish: What's a light bulb?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I grew up in basically a Baptist church and I can tell you that one is so true...

Unconcealed Weapons

My fingernails had begun chipping and splitting, so I started taking a Biotin supplement.

Wow.

These things are so hard that I'm going to have to be careful that I don't stab anyone with 'em.

On a (somewhat) related note, Kansas is trying to get a concealed carry law passed. Woo-hoo! Only problem is, Sebelius says she's going to veto it again. Dave at work said that it passed by a large enough margin that they can overturn her veto, though. (I really need to read up on it all, but haven't the time right now.)

One more thing - YAY GUNS & KNIVES!

(Boy, them Desert Eagles shore are purdy...)

A Short Visit From The Land Of The Undeadish

I've not been very talkative lately. I'm beseiged by headaches, sleepiness and uninspiredness.

I went to the church's ladies retreat last weekend at Rock Springs 4-H Camp by Junction City. Very good time but insanity hit the last day and I offered to help plan next year's retreat. Oh well, it'll be fun. I've got some pictures but I need to get them developed first.

This weekend the Mothership & I are heading down to (name of park removed due to the Mothership freaking out that we could be stalked by crazy people) in Okie country for my last 4 day weekend. It's for a kind of spiritual retreat and just to get away from it all for a few days. We may even get a 2-day fishing license so I can fish for the first time in my life. I grew up on a farm complete with pond - catfish - but have never fished. I usually played in the creek or with the horses when the family went to do that.

The church's Young Adult group went to a Thunder hockey match Sunday night. They played the Tulsa Oilers, who were very naughty - 3 got kicked out in the first 2 periods. One fella in particular was whacking our guys when the refs weren't looking. I saw him get a guy right on the back of the neck. That one started a nice little fight. Our boys beat 'em 5-4 (I think) in overtime. Yee-haw!

I've also been practicing for my bid at world domination with the $10 copy of Civ3 that I picked up at Wally-World. The problem with this is that I'm a perfectionist and keep quitting after a while to see if I can do it better. I'm 9 years from the ending date of 2050, though and not to doing too poorly.

Spam Me Not

Now, I'm a horse-aholic and all, I mean, I could spend an entire weekend watching show classes that would put unhorsified people in a coma but please, PLEASE don't leave me comment spam directing me to your little outlet site.

Got it?

Good.

A Visit From Booie

Booie says go visit all my buddies at the Carnival of the Cats on Sunday at Music and Cats.

And don't forget the Friday Ark at Modulator.

You are dismissed.

I've Been Thinking...

...frightening I know, but just wait a few moments before screaming in terror.

Ever since I burned out for the first time in college and had to quit, I've kinda been floating along. I worked at Cessna for 2 years before I got laid off and I've been here since then and this is not a job I want to do for the rest of my life. I'd end up in Prairie View Mental Hospital.

I'm interested in lots of different stuff and have considered Criminology, History/Archaeology, Library Sciences and Education degrees. None of those ever felt right and I've also been worried about being up to snuff mentally.

I've burned out, as in worked until I couldn't function (Cessna Health Services sent me to the ER several times in the middle of the work day & told me not to come back for 3 days), 3 different times and I don't focus as well now as I used to. My GPA dropped from 3.85 to 2.85-ish due to the exhaustion.

Anyway, all that to say that I'm coming to a decision.

I've been taking these Perspectives on the World Christian Movement classes at church and it has me thinking of missions again. I'd considered missions as a kid but then the horses came along and consumed my life. After that rug was yanked from under me (and I discovered that it *is* possible to live without a horse) I lost my direction.

This class is helping me discover it again.

Only problem is, I have no useful skills for the mission field. I am not a teacher or a leader. I don't (yet) know any foreign languages.

However, this has been in the back of my mind but I never really considered it, thinking I couldn't do it.

Nursing.

This would be very usable in the missions field, and could even allow me to go in to otherwise closed countries as a tentmaker like Paul. And someday, when my work there was done, I would have a marketable skill for here.

So basically, I'm looking into nursing programs here and hope to start a class or two this summer.

Oh yeah, I need to start working on learning Arabic or Farsi...

The Cuteness Factor

I ran across this Kit 'N Carlyle comic the other day and couldn't help but think of a certain Psycho Sydney...

Look at how cute and adorable she was as a kitten...

...And how cute and adorable she is now.

But even then, there were signs of what was to come...

Don't mess wit dis puddy tat...

So cute for something so very destructive.

Olive?!?

You Are Olive Green

You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself. For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself. You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you. People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.

What Color Green Are You?

Wow - they sure found the yuckiest shade of olive, didn't they. Looks like puke. I don't want to be puke-y green...

Hat tip to caltechgirl who is teal. (No fair!)

Scum Of The Earth

Jay over at Stop the ACLU has a post on the new laws several states have enacted to keep funeral protestors at least 500 feet away from funeral processions, graveyards, etc. This is being done primarily to keep the ever annoying Fred Phelps and his gang of inbred minions away from the funerals of fallen American soldiers.

You read that right - Phelps and his Westboro Baptist folks are protesting at the funerals of soldiers who have died while fighting to preserve the freedom of speech this noxious group has been abusing. These are the types that give Christians a bad name.

When I lived in Topeka, I used to drive by him and his little cronies protesting outside whatever happened to be the *evil* spot of the day on my way home from work. They had little children holding signs with grotesque figures in compromising positions, to put it delicately. They would protest outside Topeka Bible Church, simply because TBC "allowed" (not the right word, but close enough) homosexuals to attend, with the understanding that their lifestyle was sinful but that they themselves were still loved. My uncle has spoken with Phelps, using the Bible to show him where he is completely wrong and going against the will of God, but Mark could get nothing through that thick skull of his.

These people make me sick. I once thought that I would like to see it when they are brought before the judgement throne of God, but honestly, I don't want to be anywhere near the level of wrath that will be unloaded onto their shoulders that day.

/rant off/

Oh yeah, when I drove by their group, I'd floor my '84 Ford 3/4 ton diesel dual-exhaust with glass packs right in their faces. Not very nice, but I just couldn't help myself...

Blog Prom

I was sitting here, telling Bridget how cool it is when I get blogrolled by or an email from somebody I read. She says "You're popular in the blog world! You can even have a date to the blog prom!"

I think that's a great idea, although the logistics might be a little tricky...

Armed In Church

Today I was helping in the parental unit's pre-kindergarten Sunday School class. Mom asked the kids for examples of good choices they could make. We got the regular "help Mom, make my bed, be nice to my brother/sister" answers and then... one little boy piped up with "Don't use your sword in church!"

Words to live by...

Kansas Blogger Round-up

It's now time to corral some of this week's bloggy goodness from the heartland. (Please bear with me as I attempt to throw this together - I kinda forgot yesterday...)

First up, Venomous Kate has begun home-schooling.
SWWBO has some lovely weather.
John of Argghhh! has a couple *small* pieces of weaponry.
The Fly Over Zone takes a look at Africa.
Stars Over Kansas wonders if there's water on one of Saturn's moons.
A California Girl In Kansas has gone a little insane.
A Heat Beat Away has done the impossible and trained a cat!
A Prairie View talks about comparisons.
Another Man's Meat shares his views on Hollywood.
Evolution has a few random thoughts.
It Seems To Me... talks about legislating Christianity.
KCBloggers guides us to an exhibition of photos of jazz artists.
Kelly in Kansas points out the high cost of tuition.
Red Letter Day almost got blown away.
Red State Rabble reports Oklahoma's ID bill.
Smells Like Nate has been having a little fun with the church sign generator.
Stoutboris has been working out lately.
The Phog Blog does a quick dissection of the KU-OSU game.
The Red Pencil has the headline of the week.
Thoughts From Kansas discusses a worker's comp bill.

Well, that's it for this week.

Stop in & see where we are on our Frappr Map.

We're Having A Tea Party, Dahling

Just got back from taking tea at Aunt Hattie's with Lil'Un and SIL Kat. We each had the Vanderbilt sandwich - Lil'Un's was minus everything but the croissant & turkey. Kat & I split the tea - raspberry - and scones. Lil'Un snitched parts of my scone, picking out the cranberries. She didn't like the Devonshire cream either. Kat & I thought that was the best part.
After eating we discovered the hats, gloves & necklaces they have in the back hallway for people to use while having their tea parties. So we played dress-up for a while.
Kat put together this stunning ensemble with hot pink boa and little boater.
(That's me in the blue, by the way... Don't run away screaming...)

EATAPETA

1 week to EAT an Animal for PETA day!

Cooked animal flesh.. Yum!

Good Morning!

I love driving up the street in front of the house and seeing a little black & white face in the front window. Once I get out of the car and go over to say good morning, the window gets lots of cheek-rubs. (Those cheek-rubs are from the cat, not me, by the way...) As soon as I head toward the door, she disappears and is waiting right inside the door. I get to hear all about what happened during the night while I was at work and see the results - toys in the tissue paper on the couch, in the recliner and in my bed.

Huh...

There's supposed to be this blocky-color-thingy here, but Blogger is being evil again & refusing to display it. Just use your imagination. :)

Found this personality DNA test over at caltechgirl's place. I was kinda surprised at how accurate it was.

You can read the whole shebang here.

I don't agree with the whole 'you believe you control your life, external forces have limited control' thing. I believe my personal choices definately affect where my life goes, etc., but I also believe that God has complete control over the earth & all that happens in it. If I choose to do something, He allows the consequences. He also protects & guides us. (I don't have the words to get this across right.) There are no accidents.

Wedding Plans

I don't remember what got me to thinking on this, but last summer while we were preparing for Peanut's wedding, Mom started planning mine.

She had found a book that showed how to make roses out of fabric. I will admit, they are gorgeous, Victorian and very 'me'. She said if I want these in my wedding, I need to hurry up and pick my colors so she could get started on them.

Hurry up!?!

I've never even been on real date and she's wanting me to pick my wedding colors!

On the other hand, after cleaning up from Peanut's wedding, Dad offered to pay me & whoever I marry $4000 if we elope. The previous offer had been $1000 to the other three. Flanders also said he'd pitch with $1000.

Whee-hee! Five-thousand buck-a-roonies!

I do have my wedding dress picked out, sorta. I'd have to make it and I haven't sewn since 4-H...

Picture from Victorian Fashions & Costumes From Harper's Bazar 1867-1898, page 98.

British Humor

Last night after Bible study, we were talking about Wales & the trip the sponsors are going to be taking there next summer. That somehow morphed into a discussion on differences between the Brits & Americans. One point brought up was that British humor is often very dry and dark. I mentioned that I have an English friend who once told me she could tell by my sense of humor that I'm descended from British stock. One guy said "Yeah, I can see that". From there it went into a discussion of Monty Python and degraded into quotes from MP & the Search for the Holy Grail. (At Bible study!!! - we're bad...)

And now, Bridget, Jon & I are discussing what states still technically have hangings & firing squads as methods of execution on the books. Jon said he's building a gallows in his backyard right next to his greenhouse.

Did I ever mention that Flanders, my older brother, made a working model of a guillotine for freshman shop class? It was the perfect size for a finger, although we only played with pencils & sticks with it. That thing was stinkin' sharp, though...

Oh yeah, we also caught about 50 frogs (for frog legs, ya know), killed 'em & popped all their eyeballs out to keep in a jar... (Whatever happened to that jar, I wonder?) Mom was always finding dead animals in the freezer that I'd find as road kill & keep to dissect.

These are stories I love telling to some of the city-folk to see what reaction I get.

Bad News

Tonight our Perspectives class found out that a 15 or 16-year-old guy in our church was killed in a motorcycle accident. I'm looking for more info on the local news sites, but haven't found anything yet.

Update on 3/7: Learned tonight at Bible study that he was racing motorcycles with a friend, also from church, when he wrecked. He was in the hospital and was pronounced dead Monday night. He was wearing a helmet. Tuesday would have been his 16th birthday.

We also lost a 12-year-old boy about 2 months ago in a freak accident while he was playing catch with a friend after school.

Please keep both families in your prayers.

Naptime

Little brother Ramone and his Charlie taking a nap together. Charlie is doing much better, after having surgery to repair his broken hip.

Only In Kansas

Got this in an email from my former horse trainer, Dotty.


A man in Jefferson City, Missouri, decided to write a book about churches around the country. He began by flying to San Francisco, and started working east from there.

Going to a very large church, he began taking photographs and making notes. He spotted a golden telephone on the vestibule wall and was intrigued with a sign which read "$10,000 a minute."

Seeking out the pastor he asked about the phone and sign. The pastor answered that this golden phone is, in fact, a direct line to Heaven and if he pays the price he can talk directly to God. The man thanked the pastor and continued on his way. As he continued to visit churches in Seattle, Salt Lake, Chicago, Milwaukee, and around the United States, he found more phones with the same sign, and the same answer from each pastor.

Finally he arrived in the lovely Blue River Valley of Marshall County, Kansas, near Blue Rapids. Upon entering a church, behold, he saw the usual golden telephone. But this time the sign read, "Calls: 25 cents." Fascinated, he asked to talk to the pastor. "Father, I have been in cities all across the country and in each church I found this golden telephone and have been told it is a direct line to Heaven and could talk to God, but, in the other churches the cost was $10,000 a minute. Your sign reads 25 cents a call. Why?"

The pastor, smiling benignly, replied,"Son, you're in Kansas now. It's a local call."

Stuff

Saw this over at Cheeky Lotus & thought I'd have a go at it. Highlighted ones are things I've done.

Smoked a cigarette
Crashed a friend's car
Stolen a car
Been in love
Been dumped
Shoplifted
Been fired
Been in a fist fight
Snuck out of your parent's house
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
Been arrested
Gone on a blind date
Lied to a friend
Skipped school – In college, when I was so tired I couldn’t function
Seen someone die
Had a crush on one of your internet friends
Been to Canada
Been to Mexico – 2 missions trips to Juarez, dressed as a clown both times…
Been on a plane
Purposely set a part of yourself on fire - Huh?!?!
Eaten sushi
Been jet-skiing
Met someone in person from the internet
Been moshing at a concert
Taken pain killers – Mmmmm… drugs… *drool*
Loved and missed someone
Made a snow angel
Had a tea party – That reminds me – Mom, wanna go to Aunt Hatties’?
Flown a kite
Built a sand castle
Gone puddle jumping – I need to do this again soon…
Played dress up
Jumped in a pile of leaves
Gone sledding
Cheated while playing a game - My cousins & I were playing Dutch Blitz with our uncle. When he left to answer the phone, we hid all of his lower cards under the cushion of his chair.
Been lonely
Fallen asleep at work or school – Feel asleep & kept taking notes…
Used a fake ID
Watched a sun set
Felt an earthquake
Touched a snake – Smashed a rattler to death in college. Forgot to keep the rattle, though…
Slept beneath the stars – Outside the horse trailer at the State Fair
Been robbed
Been misunderstood – Where do I begin… ;-)
Petted a reindeer/goat
Won a contest – Used to show horses & do 4-H…
Run a red light/stop sign – The day I got my license… :-p
Been suspended from school
Been in a car accident
Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night – Hey! It was spread out over the whole shift…
Had deja vu - This is like deja vu all over again...
Danced in the moonlight
Liked the way you looked at least at one point in time - Corsets are great...
Witnessed a crime – Purse-snatcher in Mexico
Been obsessed with post-it notes
Squished barefoot through the mud
Been lost
Been on the opposite side of the country – Umm… I’m in Kansas… there is no opposite side of the country… Been to Florida, though
Swam in the ocean
Cried yourself to sleep
Played cops and robbers
Recently colored with crayons - Why do you think I help with the 3-year-old Sunday School class? Well, that & Play-Doh...
Sung karaoke – Once and never again!
Paid for a meal with only coins
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
Made prank phone calls
Laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose – But I laugh until I can’t breathe & start having chest pains…
Caught a snow flake on your tongue
Written a letter to Santa Claus
Been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend – Never been kissed…
Watched the sun rise with someone you care about
Blown bubbles
Made a bonfire on the beach
Laughed so hard you pee your pants – Ick!
Cheated on a test
Been kissed by someone you didn't like
Gone skinny dipping in a pool

A-Ha!

I finally thought of a usable nickname for my older brother - Flanders!

Ramone has always loved the Simpsons, even though we weren't supposed to watch it. (Dad would tell us to turn it off, but we didn't pay much attention to him as he was usually laughing.) He (Ramone, not Dad) gave us all Simpsons names. Dad = Homer, Mom = Marge, Ramone = Bart (that one was pretty close), Me = Lisa, & Peanut = Maggie. We ran out of family members so the eldest was given the name of Flanders.

So, there you go, older brother - you are now Flanders.

Rockin' To The Rhythm Of The Rain

I love rain.

It's raining outside now. I hope it goes into a full-blown thunder-&-lightning show. When I'm at home I kinda like it when the electricity goes off. I have tons of candles so I light those & the oil lamps and read.

I would love to put a nice, deep porch on my house so I could lounge out there in a storm with a pot of Earl Grey, a book and maybe a little Ella on in the background. That would make for a perfect evening.

Blech

Ended up helping restrain 2 girls at another cottage yesterday morning. One must've thought she was a dog, since she tried several times to bite - I have sore spots on my arm where her teeth were trying to get a grip. The other had fun digging her nails into my wrists, so I now have lovely little scratches & gouges.

But, at least I got to go the joint-crackin' doc. Although the adrenaline was fading and the shaking didn't quit until I was back home after the appointment.

Man, I hate that.

(I'm also finding lots of sore muscles now...)

Priceless...

Ninja-masked guy, shot by a homeowner, has pocket-full of hotdogs...

Via Fark.

And now for a bad ninja joke... (also found at Fark)

Why can't ninjas be pirates?

Because they can't pronounce their Arrrs!

Giant Cat Rodeo

Spider-Man rides out the 8 seconds in the Giant Cat Rodeo, held every 5th Tuesday of the 2nd month of the 8th week, every 16th year, corresponding with the annual Hermit Convention whose motto is "Hermits of the world - Unite!"

Don't forget the Friday Ark tomorrow at the Modulator and the Carnival of the Cats on Sunday at Lair's Catcall.

(Don't blame me for the caption - I made the mistake of asking Dad for an idea...)

The Winds Of Change

The higher-ups at work have been saying that there will be some changes coming. I found out this morning what effects they will have on me.

It isn't all finalized yet, but my 10 days on/4 days off will be coming to an end in April. Thank God. I love my 4 day weekends but those 10 day stretches have been getting so very long. It's getting to the point where I was wondering if they would mind too terribly much if I simply torched the cottage. (Think they'd notice? Nah.)

I'll most likely be a rover between whatever cottages have the most kids &/or need an extra hand with paperwork or whatever. My hours should stay the same - 11pm to 7am - but the days will change to (probably) Tuesday through Saturday.

That would give me back my Sundays. I've missed out on a lot of stuff with my ratty little friends (as my folks call them) as that is our main socializing day, after church. I also hope to join the church orchestra once my Monday night class is over and if my carpal tunnel gives me a break.

Well, I guess it's more a slight breeze of change than "winds" but, still, it's something.

Lovely Day

Yesterday was absolutely beautiful. 80 degrees, in Kansas, in March. *Sigh*

I opened all the windows and hung some laundry out on the line.

I'm so happy...

My Fantastic Four Meme

I've seen this around the blogododecahedron a lot and now Kat has sent it to me in an email, so I figured I would post my answers here.

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Stable Hand (my favorite one)
2. Fry Cook
3. Retail Sales Associate
4. Sheet Metal Assembler at Cessna Aircraft (my 2nd favorite one)

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. The Princess Bride
2. Serenity
3. An Affair To Remember - the original, with Cary Grant (yum!) and Deborah Kerr
4. That Touch Of Mink - also Cary Grant (again, yum!) and Doris Day

Four places you have lived:
1. Denison, KS
2. The dressing room of a horse trailer & a pickup camper with Mom & Peanut near Holton, KS
3. Colby, KS
4. Newton, KS

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Alias
2. Firefly on DVD
3. Numbers, if I happen to catch it
4. CSI, if I happen to catch it

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Jacksonville & Orlando, FL - for my cousin Mel's wedding
2. Houston & Galveston, TX - to visit G'pa in cancer treatment
3. O'Neill, NE - family reunion
4. Cheyenne, WY - more family

Four websites I visit daily:
1. Gmail
2. IMAO
3. This Blog is Full of Crap
4. Straight White Guy

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Chocolate
2. Cheesecake
3. Chocolate Cheesecake
4. Anything Chinese

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Anywhere but at work
2. The Ozarks or the Colorado Mtns in a secluded lakeside cabin, all by my lonesome
3. Caithness, Scotland
4. My bed, with a good book or two