01:17
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/523475376769642040/Animal-Archetype
Your Score: The Squirrel
You scored 58% domestic, 21% gregarious, 28% trickster, and 38% intellect!
Domestic, Solitary, Serious, Emotional: you are the Squirrel! Squirrel people tend to be organized, thrifty, prepared for anything, slightly obsessive. Squirrel medicine teaches the benefit of good planning, looking towards the future, and conservation. The squirrel is a symbol of delayed gratification, resourcefulness, agility, and foresight.This test categorized you based on four different axes of personality, which were then associated with a different animal. The four axes, as well as all possible results are explained below.
Wild/Domestic: This first axis categorizes you based on how much you are drawn to the outdoors, versus how much you are drawn to civilized situations. Domesticity has many shapes and forms, and varies from the joy of dolphins leaping next to a ship to the steadfast loyalty of a family dog.
Gregarious/Solitary: This axis measures how solitary you are. If you scored high, it means that you enjoy the company of other people, while a low score indicates that you prefer a more solitary lifestyle.
Trickster/Serious: This axis measures how well you line up with conventional trickster archetypes. People who fall into this archetype have a sense of humor and an excitable, highly chaotic streak. Scoring low doesn't mean that you don't have a sense of humor; it just means that you probably don't think dynamite is very funny.
Intellectual/Emotional: This last axis determines whether you are more emotional -- acting based on feelings and instinct, or rational and intelectual -- acting more on thought than on your gut feelings.
Wild / Gregarious / Trickster / Intellectual - The Hyena
Wild / Gregarious / Trickster / Emotional - The Otter
Wild / Gregarious / Serious / Intellectual - The Antelope
Wild / Gregarious / Serious / Emotional - The Wolf
Wild / Solitary / Trickster / Intellectual - The Weasel
Wild / Solitary / Trickster / Emotional - The Coyote
Wild / Solitary / Serious / Intellectual - The Raven
Wild / Solitary / Serious / Emotional - The Frog
Domestic / Gregarious / Trickster / Intellectual - The Fox
Domestic / Gregarious / Trickster / Emotional - The Dolphin
Domestic / Gregarious / Serious / Intellectual - The Horse
Domestic / Gregarious / Serious / Emotional - The Dog
Domestic / Solitary / Trickster / Intellectual - The Rat
Domestic / Solitary / Trickster / Emotional - The Ferret
Domestic / Solitary / Serious / Intellectual - The Cat
Domestic / Solitary / Serious / Emotional - The Squirrel
My test tracked 4 variables
How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 46% on domestic
You scored higher than 10% on gregarious
You scored higher than 41% on trickster
You scored higher than 19% on intellect
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02:37
Egad ... what a night! There's a reason I don't like to wrk the weekends ... that when all the whackos come out. *sigh* Had a guy come in and ask about our rooms. I told him that we were sold out. After calling around, I found that so was everybody else. He told me that he had tried the Motel 6, but they were too expensive. In my head I wondered how he'd afford anything else. I found him a space at a B&B, and called a taxi for him. The taxi picked him up, said she didn't want to go that far and drove him around to all the places that I already called and then dropped him back off here!! WTD??? Why would I send him to another place if I room for him??? I am SO making a complaint!! Grrr ...
So, now he's sleeping on my lobby couch ... I told him he could sit there until he figured out what he was going to do next, but he couldn't sleep there. He promised that he wouldn't go to sleep. He was out in ten minutes ... probably less.
Great.
I'll give him the boot when I go to do the breakfast room at 04:00. It's better than nothing and I'm going to get in trouble for having him there anyway. Meanwhile, I'm not making any effort to keep anything quiet for him. He's not a paying customer and he shouldn't be here. I don't feel guilty about it at all.
My holiday can't come too soon!
I let James have another guys day out. He spent Friday skiing with friends and I had the house to myself. And it was actually very nice. Luckily, I slept for the first half of the day, then I had visitors. Beej and her three youngest. The kids love the place, of course, and can't wait for the snow to go away so that they can explore the trees. :)
I'm starting to get depressed about my Jump Rope for Heart event. It looks like it'll just be me jumping ... so I'll do it at my place. Feeding me will be inexpensive, at least ... and the prize draws will be easy. It may be the first time I've won in any category for something like this. Heh. Nice prizes too. Anyway, I'm having trouble getting sponsors too.
I'm not giving up though. I don't care if I'm the only one who donates, although I'm sure Jade will too. I've had a cousin promise me an impressive amount of money, but we'll see if I can find him to get it. ;) I plan on going door to door when I get some time. Probably next weekend. If I show up at your house, try to be home, eh? LOL!
Sweet Dreams!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
... And I Am Not Dead
March 16, 2008 - 15:05
Mmmmm ... Chocolate chip cookies ... They're best when they are soft and chewy. They are bestest when they are fresh from the oven and almost cooled. Mmmm ... Yup, gotta bake next weekend.
Jade actually did my taxes early this year. Usually he puts it off until the last week. The last half of the last week. Actually, last year, I think he did them late. So I was very happy to see him doing them early. I was even happier with the result. The richest plum of them all. (For me, anyway.) Cally, I now have proof that you can do PartyLite while you are on maternity and the government won't ding you.
So! I'm doing this Jump Rope For Heart to raise money for the Heart and Stroke Foundation and to honour and show support for Albert. I am deeply disappointed with the response (or lack of) that I have been getting in regards to this event. I have a deep suspicion that I'll be jumping all by myself, despite having 5 Maybes on my Facebook Event Invite. "Maybe" on Facebook is generally a polite way of saying "no" without the guilt of saying "no". I've had one person promise to sponsor money. One. Out of about, what? sixty people asked? That's very sad. But I'm not going to give it up. I'm going to do it. I'm going to invite local media, if they wish to come. And if they wonder why I'm alone, well, their answer is as good as mine.
I don't know.
I'm having problems with my wedding too. Mostly outside jeering, but I don't care about them either. This is My Day. Mine, and Jade's. Not theirs. If you don't like what we're doing, or how we're doing it. Don't come. Easy, and simple, and everybody is happy. But, my dress is completely paid for, the Hall is practically picked, and I've allowed to mother to be in charge of the bridal shower. I've also asked her to help me with the flowers. I've also had to make a very painful decision and I hope it goes over well. If not, well, then I didn't have the respect I thought I had, hoped I had ... and we're better off going off in different directions.
By the way ... "Don't forget to shop around and compare prices" <----- IRRITANT!
A lack of husbands doesn't mean that I lack experience or common sense. This is me you're talking to. I'm the one that my friends' mothers all liked because I was level-headed and sensible. (Or brainwashed ... depending on who you talked to!) Give me some credit. Why let the blonde hair fool you Now? You boobie!
My weight loss if finally showing some small success ... I stopped eating Lean Cuisine. I was guided in this decision by the hives that suddenly developed one morning as I finished the last few hours of my shift. They faded over the weekend and the returned on my first shift back. So, out went the frozen dinners. I don't know why it took so long to get a reaction from them, but it did. We think it was the salmon in the entree that set me off. Not sure why. I had salmon for dinner a couple nights before that with no problems. *shrug* All I know is that my wildcat theory that "skinny food" just makes you fat is being proven. Especially after that report of Diet soft drinks having a fattening effect came out. Talk about timing!
Let's see ... where were we? No where, really, I guess.
It's been a while again since my last confes- ... um ... update. I'm just a bit lazy, I guess. That and I find myself uninspired to write. I never could write when I felt confined or pushed or tense about something. There has to be a flow. And it's been a very long time since I felt that flow. That need to write something down before I forget it. There have been small sparks, but they've been weak ... burning out before they could ignite even the smallest passion. Any writing I do now is out of duty or seems more like pure rant. Soap box spews.
This is not where I want to be in my Life. Not now. Not ever. It's taking a bit of time, but I'm slowly finding my bits of freedom. They are short, but all the sweeter for it. Something to be cherished. They allow me to float up a bit from my personal dark, dank hell. Sometimes I even manage to find the sun. Mostly I keep to the corners, trying to avoid being seen, and yet daring to touch the moonlight.
Hmm, that was a good sign ... maybe I'll get some creative juices flowing this week when the house is "quiet". Maybe I'll finally get my desk cleaned up and keep it like that. Maybe I'll finally be able to deal with some storage issues ...
And maybe I'll win the lottery and change the locks on the doors.
It could happen.
Maybe.
In my Dreams ...
Work is still going well at the hotel. Last week I had a hockey team flirting with me. I've never blushed more in my life. I hope I actually looked good and didn't just have a "great personality". Not that that is a bad thing either ...
The PartyLite ... I still love it. I have no urge to quit in the slightest, but it's getting difficult to keep my sales up because I'm not "breaking out of my comfort zone." I'm having trouble getting Hostesses/Guests outside of my usual inner circle - and my inner circle wasn't that big to begin with. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to participate in my Unit's St. Patrick Day Booking Blitz. I should be looking forward to the fun like everybody else. It's a way to increase your monthly number of parties, and therefore your sales/income, but I never seem to have any luck with these. It also will be less fun because I have to work later than night as well. I'll be doing this from home. This means that I am giving up my nap time too. Something I usually need before work so that I stay awake for the whole shift.
I admit that I'm not looking forward to this Blitz - which means I've already shot myself in the foot, I know. I just feel unsupported. I feel like I've fallen back into an old role where nobody sees Me and the struggles I'm going through. I don't want somebody to do everything for me (nice as that may seem). I've never appreciated that kind of coasting-thru-life. But it would sure be nice to have somebody understand and urge/cheer me on ... from somewhere a little closer than the sidelines. Somebody who will check on my progress now and then to make sure I'm keeping things up. I don't want somebody to spout the same info at me over and over again in hopes that the same speech will rally my courage and my confidence. I feel alone. And I know that if I confess that, I'll get told that I am not and made to feel guilty and crazy and lazy for not asking for help.
Please take note that in order to ask for help, one has to believe that it will be given. To ask for help when you don't think anybody will help you is a severe sign of desperation. At least, I think it is. Futile expressions of your own hopelessness. Thrashings of a drowning person.
It's sad that I am capable to diagnosing myself (based on what I can see and recognise) but can't do anything about it. Once upon a time I thought that I could heal myself - and maybe I was actually managing to slowly do it - but then I moved out here. With Them. And Life has gone to pot for me since.
People keep telling me to just move out. Leave.
No.
First of all, it's not that simple. Second of all, I'll be damned if I will retreat before this obstacle. Nothing is won by running away from something just because you don't think you can win. No. I'm not leaving. Not unless a better opportunity presents itself.
Gosh, an awful lot depends on winning the lottery. LOL!
18:05
Just finished supper. Dona wouldn't eat with us because I pissed her off. She tried to hug me and I shrugged her off. She asked if I was mad at her, and I said 'no'. Then she stalked off and you could hear her muttering downstairs about me. I've told her that I don't like it when she hugs me. She does it anyway. Maybe now she'll remember.
Maybe ...
Nah, I don't think so either.
Sweet Dreams!
Mmmmm ... Chocolate chip cookies ... They're best when they are soft and chewy. They are bestest when they are fresh from the oven and almost cooled. Mmmm ... Yup, gotta bake next weekend.
Jade actually did my taxes early this year. Usually he puts it off until the last week. The last half of the last week. Actually, last year, I think he did them late. So I was very happy to see him doing them early. I was even happier with the result. The richest plum of them all. (For me, anyway.) Cally, I now have proof that you can do PartyLite while you are on maternity and the government won't ding you.
So! I'm doing this Jump Rope For Heart to raise money for the Heart and Stroke Foundation and to honour and show support for Albert. I am deeply disappointed with the response (or lack of) that I have been getting in regards to this event. I have a deep suspicion that I'll be jumping all by myself, despite having 5 Maybes on my Facebook Event Invite. "Maybe" on Facebook is generally a polite way of saying "no" without the guilt of saying "no". I've had one person promise to sponsor money. One. Out of about, what? sixty people asked? That's very sad. But I'm not going to give it up. I'm going to do it. I'm going to invite local media, if they wish to come. And if they wonder why I'm alone, well, their answer is as good as mine.
I don't know.
I'm having problems with my wedding too. Mostly outside jeering, but I don't care about them either. This is My Day. Mine, and Jade's. Not theirs. If you don't like what we're doing, or how we're doing it. Don't come. Easy, and simple, and everybody is happy. But, my dress is completely paid for, the Hall is practically picked, and I've allowed to mother to be in charge of the bridal shower. I've also asked her to help me with the flowers. I've also had to make a very painful decision and I hope it goes over well. If not, well, then I didn't have the respect I thought I had, hoped I had ... and we're better off going off in different directions.
By the way ... "Don't forget to shop around and compare prices" <----- IRRITANT!
A lack of husbands doesn't mean that I lack experience or common sense. This is me you're talking to. I'm the one that my friends' mothers all liked because I was level-headed and sensible. (Or brainwashed ... depending on who you talked to!) Give me some credit. Why let the blonde hair fool you Now? You boobie!
My weight loss if finally showing some small success ... I stopped eating Lean Cuisine. I was guided in this decision by the hives that suddenly developed one morning as I finished the last few hours of my shift. They faded over the weekend and the returned on my first shift back. So, out went the frozen dinners. I don't know why it took so long to get a reaction from them, but it did. We think it was the salmon in the entree that set me off. Not sure why. I had salmon for dinner a couple nights before that with no problems. *shrug* All I know is that my wildcat theory that "skinny food" just makes you fat is being proven. Especially after that report of Diet soft drinks having a fattening effect came out. Talk about timing!
Let's see ... where were we? No where, really, I guess.
It's been a while again since my last confes- ... um ... update. I'm just a bit lazy, I guess. That and I find myself uninspired to write. I never could write when I felt confined or pushed or tense about something. There has to be a flow. And it's been a very long time since I felt that flow. That need to write something down before I forget it. There have been small sparks, but they've been weak ... burning out before they could ignite even the smallest passion. Any writing I do now is out of duty or seems more like pure rant. Soap box spews.
This is not where I want to be in my Life. Not now. Not ever. It's taking a bit of time, but I'm slowly finding my bits of freedom. They are short, but all the sweeter for it. Something to be cherished. They allow me to float up a bit from my personal dark, dank hell. Sometimes I even manage to find the sun. Mostly I keep to the corners, trying to avoid being seen, and yet daring to touch the moonlight.
Hmm, that was a good sign ... maybe I'll get some creative juices flowing this week when the house is "quiet". Maybe I'll finally get my desk cleaned up and keep it like that. Maybe I'll finally be able to deal with some storage issues ...
And maybe I'll win the lottery and change the locks on the doors.
It could happen.
Maybe.
In my Dreams ...
Work is still going well at the hotel. Last week I had a hockey team flirting with me. I've never blushed more in my life. I hope I actually looked good and didn't just have a "great personality". Not that that is a bad thing either ...
The PartyLite ... I still love it. I have no urge to quit in the slightest, but it's getting difficult to keep my sales up because I'm not "breaking out of my comfort zone." I'm having trouble getting Hostesses/Guests outside of my usual inner circle - and my inner circle wasn't that big to begin with. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to participate in my Unit's St. Patrick Day Booking Blitz. I should be looking forward to the fun like everybody else. It's a way to increase your monthly number of parties, and therefore your sales/income, but I never seem to have any luck with these. It also will be less fun because I have to work later than night as well. I'll be doing this from home. This means that I am giving up my nap time too. Something I usually need before work so that I stay awake for the whole shift.
I admit that I'm not looking forward to this Blitz - which means I've already shot myself in the foot, I know. I just feel unsupported. I feel like I've fallen back into an old role where nobody sees Me and the struggles I'm going through. I don't want somebody to do everything for me (nice as that may seem). I've never appreciated that kind of coasting-thru-life. But it would sure be nice to have somebody understand and urge/cheer me on ... from somewhere a little closer than the sidelines. Somebody who will check on my progress now and then to make sure I'm keeping things up. I don't want somebody to spout the same info at me over and over again in hopes that the same speech will rally my courage and my confidence. I feel alone. And I know that if I confess that, I'll get told that I am not and made to feel guilty and crazy and lazy for not asking for help.
Please take note that in order to ask for help, one has to believe that it will be given. To ask for help when you don't think anybody will help you is a severe sign of desperation. At least, I think it is. Futile expressions of your own hopelessness. Thrashings of a drowning person.
It's sad that I am capable to diagnosing myself (based on what I can see and recognise) but can't do anything about it. Once upon a time I thought that I could heal myself - and maybe I was actually managing to slowly do it - but then I moved out here. With Them. And Life has gone to pot for me since.
People keep telling me to just move out. Leave.
No.
First of all, it's not that simple. Second of all, I'll be damned if I will retreat before this obstacle. Nothing is won by running away from something just because you don't think you can win. No. I'm not leaving. Not unless a better opportunity presents itself.
Gosh, an awful lot depends on winning the lottery. LOL!
18:05
Just finished supper. Dona wouldn't eat with us because I pissed her off. She tried to hug me and I shrugged her off. She asked if I was mad at her, and I said 'no'. Then she stalked off and you could hear her muttering downstairs about me. I've told her that I don't like it when she hugs me. She does it anyway. Maybe now she'll remember.
Maybe ...
Nah, I don't think so either.
Sweet Dreams!
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