September 16, 2007
Ways I am not the stereotypical female:
- I dislike shopping and only go when I have to
- I have no interest in home decoration
- I do nothing to my hair beyond wash, condition, towel dry, brush
- I don't own or know how to use a curling iron or hairspray
- I wear only lipstick, no other make-up
- I do nothing to my eyebrows or eyelashes
- I prefer very practical clothes: jeans with good pockets for my cell phone and keys
- I wear sneakers all the time in case I should want to run or climb a tree (plus they're comfy)
- I love hiking, skiing, and the outdoors
- I love logic, word and number problems, and algebra
- I am arts-and-crafts-challenged
- I don't know how to sew, crochet, or quilt
- My photo albums are devoid of frilly decorations: just photos and captions
- I hate romance novels, soap operas and gossipy magazines
- I despise male-bashing
- I like action movies
- I like Laser Quest
- I'm good with maps, instructions, and sense of direction
- I like being alone (or just with my husband) and working independently
- I'm happy to ask for directions
- I love pink and purple
- I love flowers
- I love chocolate
- I love sparkly things
- I like wearing earrings and necklaces
- I have had serious issues with food, eating, and weight perception
- I can get excited and talk a lot
- I love my husband leading me around the dance floor while my dress twirls
- I really enjoyed nursing my babies
- I love borrowing people's babies to rock them to sleep
- I keep asking my kids if they're warm enough, if they brought a sweater, etc.
- I have a deep need to be loved, cherished, protected and provided for
So I must be a woman after all.
And since my husband deeply loves, cherishes, protects and provides for me, as well as appreciating my practicality, I'm a very happy one.
April 20, 2006
My "Enneagram type" (sounds like an unpleasant medical exam) came out as number eight (of nine types): "I must be strong"
Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.
How to Get Along with Me: Stand up for yourself... and me.
Be confident, strong, and direct.
Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.
Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
Give me space to be alone.
Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.
I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.
When I [scream, curse, and stomp around; I'd change this to "say I hate things or bash something on the counter"], try to remember that's just the way I am.
What I Like About Being a Eight:
being independent and self-reliant
being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
being courageous, straightforward, and honest
getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
upholding just causes
What's Hard About Being a Eight:
overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to
being restless and impatient with others' incompetence
putting too much pressure on myself
getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right
Eights as Children Often:
are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
are sometimes loners
seize control so they won't be controlled
Eights as Parents:
are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
are sometimes overprotective
can be demanding, controlling, and rigid
I thought that was very interesting, considering the test only had two questions with three answer choices for each. It was hard to pick amongst the answers, since I saw a little of myself in each possible answer. I just had to go with the slightly stronger pull for each question. Some of the other personality types are the romantic, the adventurer, the perfectionist, the helper (that's what Mimi came out as), the observer, the questioner, and the peacemaker. Maybe you'll be the last type I'm missing. What type are you?
March 14, 2006
Just Keeps Crunching
I love the way our brains just keep working on things even when we're not actively trying to do so. It happened to me again tonight. David said something and I responded with a tangent and then went off to brush my teeth. I didn't think I was thinking about anything, when all of a sudden it came to me what David had really been referring to. I think that's so neat. My brain just kept crunching through the data until it made the appropriate link, and then it presented me with the answer, pushing it to the front of my consciousness.
February 09, 2006
"We all come to parenting with major insecurity. The key to good parenting is not doing a bunch of lists that you see other parents performing perfectly, it's about plastering your face to the floor, asking God to please, please, please help you. In 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, we learn that paradoxical truth that in our utter weakness, God shows His strength. So, view your weakness, your perceived incapability, your fear as a stage for God to dance His abilities
Mary, on her blog, posts some interesting contrast photos of famous women.
October 18, 2005
Freaky Mind/Body Trick
August 25, 2005
Undivided Creative Flying Cat
May 27, 2005
What did you say?
Have you ever asked someone a question, and then a few minutes later clued in to the fact you have no idea what they responded? It's kind of embarrassing to have to ask again, "Uh, what did you answer when I asked you this last time? Sorry, I didn't listen for the reply..." The mind can tend to zip off onto the next thought, impolitely and self-centeredly. This happened to me this morning. It's a waste of the other person's time, and, actually, a waste of your own, since you have to duplicate your query efforts. Not to mention the loss of face. Sometimes a mind going a million miles a minute gets less done than a slightly slower, more focused one.
This is not a practice to be encouraged, and I want to stop it right now. Okay?
Wait, what did you say?
I guess email, postal mail, and blog comments have definite advantages in this domain - the record stands in the inbox, files, or Typepad, to be referred to in case of misdigestion the first time around.
Sorry, everyone I have ever done this to.
May 22, 2005
Now that Jon, Sami, and Randall have all identified themselves as the mysterious "Cultural Creatives" on another random quiz thing, I was not surprised to find I was labelled as one as well (but tied with postmodernist). The first time I took the test, I came out as not more than 56% anything, but I think it was because of the poor layout of the quiz on my monitor - the highest rating for each question was below the other rating options, instead of at the far right, and I wasn't sure what it meant. So I never picked that one. Hence the fuzzy ambiguity.
But the second time I took it (with the highest rating now available, here on a computer at the Mechanics' Institute Chess Club in downtown San Francisco), I came out a bit differently, as a postmodernist-fundamentalist (63% each). Only 44% Cultural Creative this time. 38% Existentialist. 25% Romanticist. Still 0% Materialist, and now equally devoid of Modernist and Idealist traits. Whatever. I believe in Truth, in Love, in a Future beyond this world, in an inner self beyond the molecules, in a Real God not invented by people. I think that's what it's trying to say.
Take the quiz yourself if you like.
May 21, 2005
Who Am I?
Some days my insecurity astounds me. I look back at how I behaved with someone, and I think, "That's wasn't me. That was me trying to be someone the other person would like. Someone they'd think was cool, funny, interesting, a great person to know. Someone smart and witty and put-together. And it didn't quite come off the way I would have wanted. Even if it had, I'd rather be someone caring and thoughtful, humble, attentive and kind. I wish I'd thought to say abc, and ask xyz."
But coming across in a particular way, and really being that way deep down, are two different things. What I really need is an ongoing transformation inside...until who I'd like to be, and who I am, are the same thing.
...you are dressing up as Christ. If you like, you are pretending. [snip] You are not a being like the Son of God, whose will and interests are at one with those of the Father: you are a bundle of self-centred fears, hopes, greeds, jealousies, and self-conceit, all doomed to death. So that, in a way, this dressing up as Christ is a piece of outrageous cheek. But the odd thing is that He has ordered us to do it.
...there are two kinds of pretending [snip]...a good kind, where the pretence leads up to the real thing. [snip] Very often the only way to get a quality in reality is to start behaving as if you had it already.
...The real Son of God is at your side. He is beginning to turn you into the same kind of thing as Himself...
...a real Person, Christ, here and now, in that very room where you are saying your prayers, is doing things to you. [snip] a living Man, still as much a man as you, and still as much God as He was when He created the world, really coming and interfering with your very self; killing the old natural self in you and replacing it with the kind of self He has. At first, only for moments. Then for longer periods. Finally, [snip] permanently...
I want to press deeper into His transformation of my self into someone more like Him, with His joy, confidence, compassion, honesty, humility, and authenticity.
May 20, 2005
It's Not Possible
You can't get fat in one meal.
If you weren't fat before the meal, you aren't fat after it. Your tummy is just full of the food you ate, waiting to be processed.
Just thought you might want to know.