6% of People and only 3% of women

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISTP)

Your personality type is reserved, methodical, spirited, and intense.Only about 6% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 8% of all men You are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

ISTPs are  difficult to understand in their need for personal space, which in turn has an impact on their relationships with others. They need to be able to “spread out”–both physically and psychologically.

They need such a lot of flexibility to be as spontaneous as they feel they must be, then tend to become inflexible.

Communication also tends to be a key issue, since they generally express themselves non-verbally. When they do actually verbalize, ISTPs are masters of the one-liner, often showing flashes of humor in the most tense situations; this can result in their being seen as thick-skinned or tasteless.

My sister over at Sea Star Academy had this on her blog and I thought I would try it out. Everything  this test said about me is true.

Poor Ryan…. He has to deal with a lot.

btw… that thing about being thick-skinned or tasteless…. Kinda true. I have had people think awful things about me even though I meant no harm.

So So Sorry

Yes, I am a terrible blogger. I can admit it. I feel guilty every day that I do not post something REAL. How easy is it to find something great online and post it.

Here is my age old excuse. I’M BUSY!

Since this is my last semester (hope hope… The graduation committee hasn’t confirmed this yet) my life is as hectic as can be.  Plus! My new position at my job keeps me unbelievably busy! I always want a couple of more hours just to get things done.  However, I know I need to hurry home to get my nose in a book for school, so I scurry home.

I lost 5 lbs. just because I have forgotten to eat. Yeah…. THAT busy.

So there is my excuse for being a terrible blogger.

And just because I have made this apology does not mean I am going to stop being neglectful.

Just be understanding and don’t delete me from your blogroll or your blog reader. PLEASE!

I will be back! I PROMISE!!!

Mandles

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Real Love

I love Dr. Laura. I listen to her whenever I can. She often gets emails/letters that are very poignant. Here is one from her blog today.

My husband and I have been married for 16 years. We have one natural child, a boy, 13, and are caring for five others my mom adopted (my mom is a widow).At the end of last year, my husband was in a motorcycle accident. He was intubated for three very long days, and hospitalized for seven. During his silence, I realized a few things:

1. I knew if he never spoke to me again, he loved me and I knew he knew I loved him.
2. I already appreciated him and loved him and cared for him as I should.
3. The reason he was such a wonderful husband was because I treated him as I should and, in return, have always felt and been very loved.

As he lay in the hospital bed and couldn’t speak to me, I realized how much I missed the text messages and the two or three phone calls a day I would get from him, the tap on my rear when I was cooking and he came into the kitchen, and him standing at the door when he comes home every day and we give each other a kiss. I just wanted to hear him say “I love you,” and when he did it, it was more precious than the day we married.

I was there every day, of course, and would cry each night when I had to leave him. I was able to bring him home two days before Thanksgiving, and then continued to care for him for eight more weeks. I told everyone I was having an 8 week-long vacation with my best friend. I would take him to doctor visits and to physical therapy. One of the therapists couldn’t believe I had such a positive attitude, and had such a loving environment in my home. She had expected to see an exhausted woman and an unclean, unshaven “un-helped” man like she usually saw. Instead, I was positive and happy and had helped my husband shower and shave and get dressed like I did each morning since the accident. It seemed the natural thing to do.

In his times of depression, I encouraged him; in his tears, I comforted him, and now I have released him back into the world fully recovered. He frequently gets down on his knees and holds my hands and looks me in the eyes, and says “I love you and I trust you with my life.” He often asked me why I did all this for him. I looked at him and told him “because I love you and know you would do it for me.”