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Yet another personality sorter -

  • Posted on December 9, 2004 at 10:59 pm

This time, it’s The Kiersey Temperment Sorter

You are an IDEALIST.

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self — always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the “not visible” or the “not yet” that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a “soulmate,” someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

The Four types of Idealists are:

Healers (INFP) | Counselors (INFJ) | Champions (ENFP) | Teachers (ENFJ)

There oughta be a law

  • Posted on December 8, 2004 at 10:39 am

against being awakened by the words “Mommy, it’s time to FIGHT!” and then being pounced on by your toddler.

Coffee first, THEN pounce.

The day *did* get better.

  • Posted on December 7, 2004 at 8:28 pm

I’m exhausted and (hopefully) going to bed early tonight.

In addition to having sick kids and dealing with the holidaze, I’m going through one of those phases where it feels like – if I don’t start a conversation, nobody would ever talk to me.

Yes, worship my lameness.

I hope to never ever have

  • Posted on December 7, 2004 at 2:12 pm

another repeat of the last 24 hours.

Well, OK. Realistically, I know never ever is a bit much to ask.

Yesterday Dan was whiny and sick. All. day. long. Had his nose up my butt. Wanted me to CARRY him to the bathroom and HOLD him while he peed.

picture, if you will….me holding this kid in front of the toilet with his toes three inches off the floor so he’ll PEE.

Dan being on my lap all day brought out the green oogy jealous monster in Joe, who climbed up on my lap, whipped out the boob, and quite happily exchanged kicks with his brother (on my other leg).

By noon I was touched out and *done*.

By 2PM I was snarling.

By 4PM I was yelling “get off me getoffgetoffgetoff!!!!!!!”

Mom walked in the door at 430pm, and I dumped BOTH of them on her and said “I’m going to sit in the dark.” and then did just that.

The rest of the evening passed fairly uneventfully….something that I should have been wary of considering how the day had passed thus far.

Dan napped in the recliner from 545 (after dinner) until 630.
This does not bode well for his normal bedtime.
Joe went to bed promptly at 8 (normal time).

I shut the office down at 1130.

Joe woke at 1215. Ready to hold Joe’s All-Night Rock-n-roll PARTAY!!!!

Joe wanted to go wake Papaw.
you have GOT to be kidding me.
1230 came and went.
grrrrrrr
100 came and went.
go to SLEEP you little booger. Don’t you DARE get out of this bed.
130 came and went.
Dude, if you want a happy mommy tomorrow, you had BETTER close those eyes.
Finally at 2AM, he conked out again.

Guess what time he woke? 630 – with the sun.

The rest of the morning passed in pretty much the same vein, but he’s napping right now (and has been for the last 2 hours).

Daniel? More of the same. Didn’t want to pee in his diaper, and didn’t want to use the toilet. Or sink. Or bathtub. (I know what you’re thinking.) He flat out didn’t want to pee…..and stood there pinching himself shut so he WOULDN’T pee, and doing his “mad” growl because he didn’t WANT to yet. Didn’t want to eat breakfast. Didn’t want to drink out of THAT CUP!

Will someone PLEASE come and take me away for a day or 3? Or 4?

Happy Holidaze? Meh.

  • Posted on December 5, 2004 at 1:38 pm

Finally! Excess verbiage!

I spent most of last night looking through online job ads. Depressing, but necessary. I thought about working as a temp for a month or two just to get back in the swing of working a “real” job after staying home with the kids for 3 years. I can (or could) make fairly decent money….I just wanted to be with the kids. Oh well, suck it up and press on, girlie.

My main time suck lately has been a message board. MamaDrama, to be specific. A brief moment of upheaval has landed them in my backyard for the time being, and I’m now the Chief Implementer of All Things Necessary. It’s been nice having a challenge other than Mommyduty.

My favorite thrift shop relocated, and I just found it this past weekend. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find work clothes there. I went through the stuff in storage, sorted out what was AWFULly dated and what I could work with…and nothing fits anymore. It’s all too tight here or hangs odd there. Auntie has a friend who wears my size, but she’s a short little thing, and has a different figure. Mom rolls her eyes and says “Free clothes!” but y’know, if it looks like crap, what’s the point? If it’s supposed to be a sweater minidress, and it looks like a belly shirt on me….*shudders* nevermind. You don’t really need that mental pic, do you?

We sorted through the toybox yesterday and cut the collection in half. I’ll wait another week, and then we’ll cut again before Christmas. There’s no sense in hanging on to toys that aren’t played with, and the boys had so much junk I think it was too much trouble to get things out. *thinks* Y’know, maybe I’ll wait until after the grand gifting occurs. My folks always go overboard.

After being here for two years, I finally looked at Mom and said “Y’know, I’m going to re-cover the furniture. Do you want input, or do you just want to stand back and say I told you so?” and she laughed at me. I don’t think she took me seriously. When the recliners are covered with denim and the sofas are green and blue, she’ll figure it out.

And I do believe that’s all the news that’s fit to print right now.

Conversation at the Dinner Table

  • Posted on December 5, 2004 at 1:50 am

Dad, would you PLEASE leave him alone while he eats?

I raised my kids on “Daddy, QUITIT!”

And that’s why my brother lives on the other side of the country, and why I want to move far far away.

OK, knock yerself out. You can call once a week between 6 and 6:30pm or we can call you once a month. We’ll come and see the kids.

Dan’s quotable quotes

  • Posted on December 3, 2004 at 11:09 am

I’ve been renamed. Dan now says “Mommy” so quickly that it comes out sounding like “Mme”. (sounds like “me” but with more mmmm to it)

Mme, I LOVE to smell the sun!

Mme, you hear the flush?????

Mme, I want a girled cheese sandwich.

Oh my boys

  • Posted on November 27, 2004 at 4:38 pm

It does my heart so much good to see them playing together. Joe’s finally old enough to actually chase Dan around the kitchen and vice versa. Joe will walk up to Dan for a hug and they end up rolling around on the floor wrestling and tickling each other. Ooh, and the best part of all – there’s not a lot of sibling jealousy going on right now.

Dan asked to sit next to Joe at the dinner table – and they play footsie while they eat.

*sighs in bliss*

Well, I *thought* I was being clever (whining ahead)

  • Posted on November 25, 2004 at 12:35 am

with my “goodbye” post. However, things haven’t worked out quite that way.

We were supposed to go to Granny’s today. Unfortunately, she’s in the hospital for observation after having a panic attack.

And now I don’t want to go.

I keep trying (and failing) to find an up-side to being trapped in a car with my folks for 4 hours each way.

Trying to make conversation with cousins that I have nothing in common with (once you exclude DNA).

Mom’s in a foul mood.

Mom “has” to be home by Saturday. This means that by the time the boys get comfortable in their new environment – it’ll be time to go.

I’m *finally* getting back on my feet after my most recent bout of insomnia and the kidney stone.

*sigh*

Maybe we’ll go after the holidays are over. I don’t know if I can handle the amount of stress I just described.

UPDATE: The decision was made for Dad to go alone. After spending the night in the hospital, everyone says that Granny needs peace and quiet. I’m so glad they passed down the law so I don’t have to be the “bad guy”.

Now if I can just make it through the weekend with Mom in her current mood, we’ll be OK.

In honor of the upcoming holidaze:

  • Posted on November 23, 2004 at 2:24 pm

You Are the Stuffing


You’re complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.
People miss you if you’re gone – but they’re not sure why.