Feelin' Sass-ay

Sooooooo....

Charlie Brown and I went out on our anniversary date Saturday night.

And hoooooooooooo-boy, a little anticipation and delayed gratification goes a LLLLLLLLLOOOONNNGGGG way. Long, long way. In a mighty good way.

Suffice to say that we took a hot and steamy trip down memory lane. Mmmmm....

Having a Good Laugh at Myself

The Brutally Honest Personality Test is pretty dead-on funny - if you have the ability to laugh at yourself. It's basically the Meyers Briggs Type Inventory, and then written in cynical results.

For me, I scored::

Your Score: Sap- ESFJ

70% Extraversion, 40% Intuition, 46% Thinking, 56% Judging

Aww...you know that sensitive mamsy-pansy sap I was talking about earlier? Yeah. Well, someone had to get it and you pulled the short straw. Now pull yourself together, crybaby.

You are quite possible one of the most sensitive people I know and I don't even know you! You care what each and every single person thinks about you. You're the kind of person who sends around a txt to everyone they know saying "i thnk ur prtty. wat do u thnk abt me? rate me frm 1-5."

That's 1 meaning "I hate you" and 5 meaning "You make me vomit when I look at you." You're still crying, aren't you?

Sure. All you want is for someone to appreciate you once in a while. Aww... Boohoo. Hold a pity party sometime. The garden's free. Lots of worms down there. Big ones. Small ones. Squishy ones.

My guess is you don't understand this test one bit. You can't imagine how anyone could be so insulting or why anyone could find it even remotely amusing...STOP THE DAMN WATERWORKS, WOMAN!

Naive is a word that needs to be branded on your forehead... Alright, now I feel bad. Sure, you do have some redeeming factors, just not many. Sorry.

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If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

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The other personality types are as follows...

Loner - Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Pushover - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Criminal - Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Borefest - Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Almost Perfect - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Freak - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
Loser - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Crackpot - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging
Clown - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Commander - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
Do Gooder - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging
Scumbag - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
Busybody - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
Prick - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
Dictator - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test

Summer School Kicks Hammy's B-U-T-T

I'm floundering here.

Barely keeping my head above water with school - at least it feels that way.

My efforts have been PALTRY (read: lame-o) and are not indicative of my personal confidence in knowing the materials.

What this means, folks....

Is that I'm below the 90% cut. Albeit, only by a measely .42% - so with a few more assignments, there is hope for the elusive A.

And if not, I'll just have to live with smug satisfaction that many struggler/slacker students would kill to have my not-really-trying grades.

A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD. A B is not for BAD.....

L'Anniversaire

I have to sometimes feel like the 3+ years of Highschool French was worth something! So what if it is only to have blog titles originale?

Despite my downer post yesterday re: love disillusioned, I have to say that our anniversary was actully quite nice. A little weird, given that we've been on a downward trend for a time now, and I'm currently seeing a therapist out of concern for where we are headed, but it was nice and I am always one for giving credit when/where credit is due, fairest of them all that I strive to be.

Charlie Brown stepped up and acted like the oh-so-sweet-but-at-the-same-time-ornery little smart a$$ I fell in love with, oh, some 12 years ago. (28 - 12 = 16 ... 31 -12 = 19) Good grief but we were kids.

First of all, there were cards. His had a little ditty of a poem about cuddling up with blankets, rocking in chairs, and holding hands - together, and it was sweet. I gave him one with my new favorite quote on it and a long note about where I'm at in my head about us. Then I gave him a sac de l'amour, complete with mood music, and nice things for him and for him to see me in. 'nuf said there...

Then...along the banister, he had these (now, say it everyone, "Awwwww!")Post-it Notes trailing up the stairs. The first said, "9 Steps of Charlie Brown and Heather," and each one had a scrawled summary of the year written on it, for example, Year 2 - Marriage is fun and tough at the same time - You're WHAT?!? Here comes LMNOB. I cried, uh, get real, Heather - BAWLED at the sweetness of the gesture, as well as the honesty on some of the other years.

It continued...more hearts were on the mirror with reasons multiple reasons why he loved me.

My personal favorites, that are share-able, that is ;-) :

• I'm a pain in your a$$ and you still love me
• Cuz UR my brown-eyed girl
• U have GREAT hair

After work, we had Wednesday church, and had a nice time. After church, we played with some wiffle balls and a bat at the park, since baseball is now the official Meyer pasttime. It's Punkinhead's fault - the boy is a prodigy!

Love is a battlefield, and we are (moreover; were at the time of our matrimonial union) young, but the tide is turning, and our relationship, that I just last week deemed likely to forever be a losing endeavor, seems to be heading up.

I mean, c'mon, if the Rockies can sweep both NY teams, well, I guess it is true that all things are possible. Like the Rockies, it appears Charlie Brown and I are on again. I have to remember these things so that I can have faith relative to the events around me, eh?

Oh, and we have a DATE! that Charlie Brown planned All! By! Himself! for Saturday evening, at the Rio. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmargaritas :-) Perhaps we'll get to use the sac de l'amour, n'estce pas? :-D

Love is a Battlefield

And today, I have been a veteran in the battlefield for 9 years.

You're beggin me to go,
You're makin me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I cant tell you why
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

BOAT is a Four-Letter Word at my House

Above and beyond the literal sense of things - c'mon guys and gals!

Details of how "boat" came to be profane and why are still not for public display, but suffice to say, I'd take the "C" word over it in my presence right now.

Yeah, that bad.

So.....Saturday night was Punkinhead's b'day party - because of scheduling and all that jazz. We had a blast.

After everyone had left, save my IL's b/c they were sleeping here, my bro's hung around because C was about to head in to work (night mgr of a Safeway) and well, we really hadn't had much chance to sit and razz each other like siblings do.

So the three of us are all in the kitchen, like old times, and C goes, "So uhm, a boat, is that like the motorcycle?"

Me: "Yup."

C, all the epitome of sibling justice: "So, he gets all these toys, where are your toys?"

Younger Bro, R, all trying to be suave and sarcastically chauvinistic: "She's got two upstairs."

Me and C: "Bwahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! Bwahahahahahahahahahhaha!"

R is now the shade of Herbal Essences' Radiant Ruby - he meant the kids, not my illicit (and completely hypothetical) stash of sex toys.

We of course knew that, C and I, being masters of instant-and oh-so-cavalier-don't-you-just-wish-you-were-so-funny-burn, but, we've always enjoyed R's knack for being able to foul up a joke such that said joke ends up being on him.

What was going to stop that now?

'twas good times...good times, all that was missing was Kay-Kay.

I'm Officially A Rockin' Girl Blogger

Or at least Niki thinks so!

That was really sweet of her to add to my RockStar delusion, wasn't it?

Her instructions were to nominate 5 other bloggers I know for this award.

One of my faves has already been awarded - Mama P - so does that make her an uber rocker? Or maybe just more widely read than me? Either way, Mama P, you DO rock. Rock on!

Then there is my girl, Princess in Galoshes - how punk is that? Besides her cool moniker/profile pic, her blog has me in stitches every time I read her.

Then there is my lady Liz - whose life mimics my own as we both rock on with higher education after kidlets.

These three and myself are kinda like the local rockers...the next two are the big headliners we open for:

Chris - who's got multiple blogs, the Blogher endorsement, and I still like her, even if she is one of the "popular kids."

And Mir, lovely, pretty Mir, who is also a "popular kid" cuz Blogher said so (and her comments are high DD's - double digits, that is, not big-breasted), but the kind who is so helpful, sweet, and right. She e-mailed me, after I asked her some questions about her own child's experience with Sensory Integration Dysfunction, with some of the most logical and heartfelt feedback, for which I will be forever grateful.

Really, every girl on my blogroll deserves this...but I am at work and illicitly using my technological resources - ciao!

The more things seem to change

The more they stay the same...

Can't say I'm surprised.

But that's about all I can say here.

Heartsick

This is the third such occurrence in Loveland in 6 months.

I know the homeless man who did it and is in custody. Fairly well.

I'm saddened because it could have been prevented.

I'm worried that he may have been connected to the other two incidents.

I'm worried that those troops coming back to us may face similar fates - he is a Vietnam vet and last night was somewhat tied to his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, completely tied to his substance abuse habits.

So much more to say - but I'm at a loss for expressing it in the right, proper and all encompassing way.

Following through on my promises

Remember this post?

I promised pics from the photo shoot.

I just NOW got them.

Here is the one of Charlie Brown and me in front of the Capitol Building:

And then there are these two head shots for the school magazine, to be published this fall:

I so do not feel like a model now, having seen them.

For my little firecracker...

Happy 4th Birthday, Sparky.

Despite being due at the END of July, it's no wonder that you simply HAD to come out near Independence Day, because you are such a little firecracker in your own right, from your punkin colored head to your explosive, and highly contagious, sense of humor that is always followed by laughter, (I mean seriously, how many 3 yr olds a punny enough to say, while wrapped around a swingset pole, "Look! I'm a POLEr Bear!)to your fiery and stubborn temper. (Hmm, I wonder who you get that from? Pas MOI!!!)

You're a boy, through and through right now, and often I raise my hands in exasperation at the apparent pitfalls of the y chromosome, but usually right about then, you make all that exasperation melt away, with, "Mama, I need a hug," or "Mama, I need a kiss." And it secretly pleases me that you sometimes still slip into your baby language and say "tiss" instead of kiss. Also, I realize that Mamas and little boys have a special bond, and that is what continues the species.

You have inherited Daddy's thrill-seeking ways - much to the horror of my Mommy-hen-wants-to-ALWAYS-keep-the-chicks-safe ways. I told him to stop watching motocross with you when you recently attempted to stand on top of your bike (which also happens to look like a motocross bike) while moving. Just throw some caution in there occasionally, kay? It makes a Mama happy.

You are my sweet boy who is tender with babies, and loving to all. Keep that up.

You still lisp your Rs, but it has evolved from a simple W substitution to a more sophisticated RW combo....Here-wo (Hero) for example.

Happy birthday buddy,
Love,
Mama