I enjoy these little quizzes about personality, but how accurate are they? As part of a seminar, I have been interviewing people to find out how they see me. Everyone sees you differently. Some see you in similar ways…there’s often a common thread. However, I am either many different people or everyone has their own unique opinion. I used to be more introverted, and I can still be that way. I’m mostly in the middle of introverted/extroverted. I can be either one depending on the situation.

Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition

You are:A true wordsmith - a master of words Original, spontaneous, and a true inspiration Highly energetic, up for any challenge Entertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers

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I feel the tug of a new path in life. Yet, I don’t know that I want to go. It’s like someone is grabbing my left arm saying “go this way,” and I’m saying “no, this way” as point to the right. Where am I going? It’s a direction I hadn’t considered before, and it’s scary. What happens if I choose this new path? It’s wildly divergent from where I thought I was going.

As I write, I’m reminded of Frost’s “The Road Less Traveled.” Could it get anymore trite? Everyone knows this poem. That’s where the “trite” comes in. Great poem. But hardly original to have it pop in my mind now.

Well, they did it. They found a planet that could support life. We won’t be going any time soon since it’s 120 trillion miles away. Do you suppose life there is more intelligent than here? so far there’s only speculation that there’s life in the water. How simple we humans think. A planet with habitable characteristics couldn’t possibly have “people” like us, could it?

One can dream though what it might be like. The SciFi aficionado’s wet dream. Maybe a telescope will find another telescope on the planet. Eyes watching other eyes.

Ever since Mr. O read the post about Flibbertigibbet, he has been using that as an excuse to reduce any time I might spent around her. I think he would have found any excuse because I found her difficult to be around and told him what I thought the first time I met her. This weekend there was a birthday party for one of his friends, and the Flibbertigibbet was helping with the party. According to him, she had even coerced a ride out of him. Now, I have no idea how that happened. He seems to have no trouble saying “no” to me, although he usually doesn’t say the word. He told me that he would have asked me to go along, but he said he was trying to do me a favor by minimizing contact with her. What a story! I told him he should let me make my own decision. He also reminded me that I blogged about her using a “buck-fifty” word rather than a “fifty-cent” word. However, he must love the description in flibbertigibbet because he uses that instead of her name. Unfortunately, she shares the same name as the car in Stephen King’s novel. It’s too bad that I don’t remember the movie very well, or I could make some very interesting analogies.

New development…

As I write, he’s chatting with her and telling me about it. She once decided to stop talking to him. Maybe she will get mad enough to do so again. She drains your energy. I described her as a Jack Russell who can talk. Imagine a spastic dog with English skills. I have trouble with spastic dogs–forget talking ones. I think he’s seriously contemplating reducing the time he spends around her.

After two weeks of the DVD sitting on my TV, I finally had the chance to watch “The Departed.” I can see why it won an Oscar. I thought the story telling was impeccable.  The acting was very good. The movie has a really nice flow to it. I didn’t feel cheated or that something was lacking in the movie. The characters were believable in their setting.  If you really hate violence in movies, it may not be for you. It is certainly not for children. I have let my son (he’s 14 going on 15) see R-rated movies, but I don’t think I would let him see this one. If you like cop/mob type movies, it’s definitely worth seeing. If you haven’t seen it, please do. I personally watch all kinds of movies.

I spent part of the day yesterday removing decorations. I’m always surprised by how little time it takes to remove them compared to putting them up. I don’t have a lot to do, since my decorating this year was minimal.

I had the chance to catch up on sleep. My son also flew back yesterday, so it’s quiet here except for the rambunctious kitties. They finally came out of hiding yesterday. One early. The other much later.

For the first time in more than 10 years, I spent New Year’s Eve with someone. Sounds odd. But I’ve either had my son then or nothing and no one to spend it with. I know married couples. So they spend the evening with spouses and other married friends. I’ve mainly been single at that time of year too. Most years I don’t feel like going out either. It was a nice change this year.

I’m just not quite ready to begin the week. Yet, I feel like I should be doing something.

I may be one of a small group who hadn’t yet seen “An Inconvenient Truth.” I know many people here where I live saw it before me. If you haven’t seen it, you should. The data that Al Gore shows is quite striking. Not just convincing, but shocking at the recent drastic change from past years.

I had no ideea that Gore had been discussing the environment for so many years. I never saw the hearings. I don’t even remember hearing about them. I suppose I was too young to care. I had more important things to do. More pressing concerns like school and keeping a low profile at home.

What I don’t understand is why there are people who are willfully ignoring the environment. Do we want an inhabitable earth? We don’t have anywhere else to go.

Since the only thing I have to write about is something I don’t, I thought I’d visit the search logs for my site again. Apparently someone in London is searching for a boobie teapot. Now, is that a teapot with boobies? I can’t imagine what one looks like. Perhaps it has two spouts. A teapot that can pour two cups at once! Do they have teapots with boobies in England? I know they really like their teapots.

Well enough of that. Time to break my tradition of not writing about certain subjects. It’s time to talk about Mr. O. He loves the nickname for those of you out there who aren’t sure. What guy wouldn’t? I’m sure everyone associates the “O” with one word. And that would be pretty accurate. In an attempt to find other “O” words, I noticed that English has very few “O” words. Here’s a few descriptive ones: overwhelm, oversexed and obeisance. Overwhelmed: that’s me. Overwhelmed by Mr. O. Now we could argue who is oversexed. However, he is one of the beneficiaries of “The Tantric Master.” Obeisance. Yes, he’s that good and that much fun.

Since English left me with few words, I went to French. The “O”: oui et oui et oui. If he visits the blog again, which isn’t often, I think he’ll enjoy that one. That reminds me of James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” Perhaps it is even hotter in French? Here’s another: obsédé. Again, I think we might argue over who that fits (him, me or both). I’m going to be egalitarian considering the results of the art of seduction quiz and say both.

I may need to get another bottle of champagne just to pay obeisance to Mr. O. I think he’s worth it, don’t you?

No takers from yesterday’s post? Hmm. Must be tantric that scared everyone off. Perhaps no one took it seriously. That’s okay. Insert evil genius laugh here. The mad scientist laugh was part of the chemistry graduate school curriculum.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been following this ex-KGB murder as if it were a Clancy novel. The way the people are related is incredible with twists and turns no novelist could possibly come up with. The plot thickens every day. It’s better than any drama on television. I wish my novel had turned out as good. This is the kind of stuff I love to read, but it seems very difficult to write believably.

I’ve been down memory lane a bit recently. A little with a friend and with Kelly and her yearbook post. All reminders of what I was like in high school and college. I’d still like to forget high school. Let me say that I was pretty stupid back then. I thought I was smart. Oh, I had plenty of intelligence, but still stupid—did stupid things and just plain didn’t get certain things. My mother doesn’t read my blog, so she will never know that I just admitted to being foolish. I watch other people who are 18 to 22 and shake my head at their folly. They don’t even realize it. I do think it would be nice to be that age though and know what I know now.

Enough reminiscing. I certainly wasn’t a “tantric master” back then. So here’s to experience!

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I completely forgot that today is the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor until reading through a few blogs. Recently new photos were found of that day. I wrote about my experience at Pearl Harbor back in September when the memory was fresher. However, viewing those new photos brought back the same experience.

Today my thoughts are with a friend who has been dealing with how to respond to another friend over what appears to be a misunderstanding. I want to help, but I can’t. It’s one of those situations where there is nothing you can do to make it any better. The only thing I can do is let my friend know that I’m here should I be needed. There’s no advice I can give, and quite possibly no advice is needed or wanted. I know how difficult these situations can be. I usually try not to get too upset myself. Often times, the friendship is over. It happens, and you move on. I don’t know what will happen in this case. I guess I will find out how this plays out over the next week. I am hoping that everything gets worked out. I’d like to see my friend happier again and less preoccupied with this mess.