Personality Tests

Found and took a couple of cute personality tests yesterday. Here are the results.

What Famous Leader Are You?

tests by similarminds.com

What Classic Movie Are You?

tests by similarminds.com

I guess I can't exactly argue with either result. At least I'm not Bill Clinton and The Beverly Hillbillies.

Don't Forget to Breathe...

It's strange how the cares of this world infiltrate so much of life. From 'to do' lists, home improvement and bookkeeping to cleaning and career concerns - I'm likely to through myself a pitty party most days and be more than a bit of a grouch because of it. I hate it when I play the victim.

I feel like I'm holding my breath, waiting for the chance to exhale.

Procrastination feels like exhaling, but it really isn't. It's just taking in more air and holding it with the rest. Doing other, inconsequential things instead of the meaningful things I know I should be doing feels like exhaling too, but it isn't. It's just gulping - taking tiny breaths on top of it all and puffing them out as quick as they come in - it seems like it should count as breathing, but it doesn't satisfy like a nice full exhale. Meanwhile, I turn blue.

For some reason I'm not sure about, I'm convinced that I'm the only one who feels this way, though I know I'm not. Along with this comes the realization that I ought to feel grateful that I have money to pay taxes on, a house to work on, a career to be concerned about. In and of itself, that should help, as long as I stay conscious of it.

I guess I can only do what I can do, so long as I do it - keeping in mind that life is a gift.

For those in my life who have to deal with me - I'll try not to be overly cranky or overly lazy. I'm sure I'll be anxious, sometimes sad or angry or both, often times busy - hopefully productive and probably in need of a gentle, supportive push. Through it all, I'll strive to keep perspective and remember who I am.

For those who don't have to deal with me - lucky you.

The Vote

I whole heartedly agree with Skor when he writes in his blog;

Whether you agree with me or not, if you want your opinion to be more than just an opinion, you should register to vote. If you live here in Washington, you can find out how to do that here. If you live somewhere else in the USA, find out how to register here.

Of course, I advise you to do some research before you vote, so you know you are making the right choice. Here is a good place to start that research. A few things that you should never base your vote on:

• Political radio or TV ads
• Campaign websites
• Your emotions (i.e. - anger, pride, etc.)
• Party affiliation
• The evening news

Don't just be an opinion. Make a difference.

I would only add to his list;

• Rhetoric
• Bumper stickers
• Hearsay
• Anyone else's opinion (adopted solely on the basis of your lack of opinion)
• The loudest voice in the throng
• Name calling
• Group think

Where's the fire Al?

Whenever I do something fast, and I have occasion to say "I did (so and so) faster than..." my new phrase will be "... faster than a former Vice President heading to the Oregon Coast."

For example... "My lunch was so good today, I ate it faster than a former Vice President heading to the Oregon Coast." or "Work was so bad, I got out of there faster than a former Vice President heading to the Oregon Coast."

It's the little things in life that get me...

One of life's imponderables.

Why is it, that a hang nail, an infinitesimal percentage of my total body mass, would demand so much of my physical and emotional attention? The one I just discovered is large enough that I can feel it (and now that I know it's there I simply can't stop feeling it) yet miniscule enough that my bowling-pin-like finger tips can't get a grip on it. Even if they could, I risk ripping that little guy clear up to my elbow, and who wants that.

Of course, I don't have nail clippers with me, but I may get desperate enough to make use of the box of paper clips on my desk in MacGyver like chop stick fashion - I'll let you know how that goes. Meanwhile, this stupid little hunk of cartilage has already taken up way too much of my morning, and this blog entry.

Curse you hang nail. Curse you.

Hooky...

I'm sick.

No, not in that way, I mean I'm ill.

OK, I'm not terribly sick, just sick enough to favor a day of not doing much over a day of commuting to downtown Oregon City, walking two blocks, riding an elevator only to walk three more blocks, sitting at my computer all day, attending meetings where the same project deadlines get updated in three different places, walking, riding and walking back to my hot car and fighting traffic back home.

I feel a little guilty. But not much.

Time for a nap.

Work Phrase O' The Day

No matter how hard you try, you can't shine a turd.