4:19pm:

Kermit the Frog You scored 47% Organization, 56% abstract, and 76% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are mostly organized, both concrete and abstract, and more extroverted. Here is why are you Kermit the Frog. You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Kermit is also reasonably tidy. He'll even dress up for interviews. You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Kermit spends a lot of his time as a reporter collecting facts, but he is also the author of the dreamy song "The Rainbow Connection." You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. You are both extroverts. Kermit gets along with everyone. Sure a few folks annoy him, but that's just because they are annoying. Kermit likes to meet new people when he does his job as a street reporter. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don't have problems meeting new people... in fact you probably look forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team. Oh, and in case you were wondering, Kermit starred on Sesame Street years before The Muppet Show. The other possible characters are Oscar the Grouch Big Bird Snuffleupagus Ernie Elmo Cookie Monster Grover The Count Guy Smiley Bert If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win!

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 24% on Organization You scored higher than 65% on concrete-abstra You scored higher than 85% on intro-extrovert

Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test written by greencowsgomoo on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

8:57am: Don't get me wrong, my guy is great. Definitely one of the top guys I've ever known. But there are times when we're both really busy and we're not able to spend a lot of time together and I have to say, I don't really hate it. Sure, I miss him when he's not around, but it's also really nice to just be with myself and the dog. Now that my roomie is in school again he's in classes M,W,F and doesn't get home until about 10, those are my favorite nights to be flying solo. There's just something really nice and kinda comforting about being alone. I can watch anything I want on tv, even if it's a bad chick flick or a Golden Girl's rerun and I don't feel one ounce of guilt. I can eat leftovers without heating them up and without grossing anyone out. I can do embarrassing exercise videos without an audience. But I do miss hanging out with him.

I cut all my hair off last week. Not all, but I haven't had it this short in years. It was pretty shocking for me at first. Especially when I noticed exactly how short the back was. But I really like it. And so I dyed it red again. I was working on bringing back the natural brown but that obviously didn't happen. But I went from using three packages of hair dye to less than one package. And it took a lot less time to take. Also, when I shower in the morning my hair takes almost no time at all to dry which eliminates about 10 minutes worth of hairdryer time. J isn't the biggest fan of the cut, but I adore it and that's really all that matters. Almost all of my friends like it.

9:32am: my pimp name

Your Pimp Name Is...

Foxxy Dogg

10:47am: skunks, yuck
So last night the mutts were sprayed by a skunk. One was sprayed head on and the other just got a little of the spray. So my roommate goes to the pet store and buys some skunk shampoo which worked on one of the dogs but not the other. So now it's like 10 and the dogs have been on the back porch for about an hour and are covered in this shampoo stuff. I go to bed and set the alarm for 12 (I had been drinking earlier that night and was about to pass out). I set the alarm for 12 PM instead of 12 AM. I wake up at 1 though because the dogs were barking (sorry neighbors). I go out and one of the dogs is fine and the other still smells really bad. So I try to get them into the bathroom for the night but the stinky one won't go and ends up peeing on my floor. In my bedroom. So I call his owner at work.

"He still smells like skunk. I tried to get him into the bathroom but he peed on my floor"
"He does that when he's nervous and thinks he's in trouble. You might be able to tempt him with food it usually works."
"Yeah, no offence but your dog smells like skunk and he just peed on my floor I don't think I'm going to be going really out of my way for this. I have to wake up in a few hours for work."

So I leave stinky on the porch and let non-stinky sleep in my room. He doesn't smell like dog now but he's going to need a bath because I'm sure that shampoo is going to make him all itchy. Poor guy and his poor itchy skin.

I wake up at 3:30 when my friend comes home. She gets her dog in the laundry room where he will end up sleeping until she can take care of the smell. We talk for a few minutes and then I go back to bed. This morning I wake up, shower, realize that any clothes I had in the laundry room will be useless for work due to skunk smell, I wonder if my clothes will need to be dry cleaned to get rid of skunk smell (fuck!!!). I find clothes. I go to dry my hair. Hair dryer breaks. I freak out (lack of sleep, skunk smell EVERYWHERE, dog following me, bad, bad night yesterday).

Somehow with all this I manage to get to work early, wet hair and all. But the day got better after I got to work. Coffee was already made, two lawyers were at court, and then I got presents from coworkers and one of the lawyers gave me 50 bucks. So maybe today isn't going to be as bad as I thought it might be.

2:58pm: This past year I've gotten a divorce, moved twice, switched jobs, met a boy who became my boyfriend, got a kitten who has turned into a cat, rearranged my bedroom about 8 times, got a cell phone, lost someone I thought was one of my closest friends, discovered who my real friends are, made some new friends, went from living in the city to living in the suburbs, dyed my hair an awesome shade of red then had it layered to look very stylishly seventies.
This past year my mom had a serious health scare, my brothers starting fighting with my parents, and I finally got the Kate Spade bag I've always wanted. I spent hours at my pool this summer working on a tan, learned I loved cosmos and vodka martinis, I have renewed my love for Friday nights and the color pink, and I'm actually looking forward to joining a gym. (J and I are going to take salsa lessons together, which is way too cool).
This year I've come to terms with the fact that I might not have children before I'm thirty, and even though I hate that, I have to live with it. I've also decided that I will not ever live with a man unless I'm married to him (wish I could figure that one out a bit more....), and if I ever do get married again I will insist on having my own room. With my bed, which I love.
This past year I realized that no one will ever love me as much as my dog does, and that I might never love anyone as much as I love him. Awwwww..... I know, it's just too cute.

10:11am: the sad, sad truth
I watch reruns of the Golden Girls. I can't help it, it makes me laugh. So this morning while watching the Girls (totally different from the Gilmore Girls) I took this test.
Which Golden Girl Are You?


Which Golden Girl Are You?

3:36pm: awww
our messages:

Me: I know you wanted tohook up with the boys. Did you want a boys night out only?

Him: No babe-I kind of like having you around too! I'll see if anyone is going out tonight-otherwise, you want to do a movie or go out ourselves?

2:19pm: tgif ??
Tonight J wants to go out with some friends of his, which is fine, but I just don't think I want to do that. I'm tired, I've got a ton of shit I need to take care of at home and I know that I'll be the only chick there. Just me and the boys. Which is fine, but it's always just me and the boys when we go out. Am I the only girlfriend who will go out with the guys and drink beer, play pool, and not care that there's all this weird homo-erotic tension between two of his friends? It gets old after a while. I just know I'm going to end up going and want to go home at like 10. But I feel like I should go because there is something I want to do tomorrow night with MY friends and I want him to go. That would be kinda shitty of me, "no, I don't want to hang out with your friends, but by the way, we're meeting my friends tomorrow night at 7". Bummer.

3:40pm: quiz again

How to make a katie

Ingredients: 1 part mercy 3 parts silliness 1 part energy

Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of sadness

3:33pm: funny

> WARNING

redhead_demon is radioactive. Wear protective clothing at all times.

Username:

From Go-Quiz.com


When my ex and I broke up he got a tattoo of a radiation symbol on his arm. I wonder what he would think about this??

1:27pm: political test
You are a

Social Liberal
(83% permissive)


and an...

Economic Liberal
(8% permissive)


You are best described as a:


Socialist


You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness.

3:26pm:

LJ Interests meme results

1. bagles & cream cheese:
   I really like bagles and cream cheese. My favorite breakfast.
2. bedroom domination:
   Yep. I love it. Tie me up, cuff me, blindfold me, slap a collar around my neck, and it's all good
3. being crafty:
   making things.
4. books:
   to read, not to burn
5. camping:
   I love it. The equipment is super cool too!
6. coffee:
   beyond like, coffee is like a need
7. drinking:
   yeah, drinking .... wish I could be drinking right now
8. flavored vodka:
   yummm .... vodka
9. hiking:
   see the world from outside your car!
10. kittens and puppies:
    awww

Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.

2:50pm: "thanks a lot"
I hate callers that end their call with "thanks a lot" when they obviously do not want to thank me. Really it should be, "thanks for nothing" because that is what they really want to say.
People get very upset when they can not talk to their lawyer. Recent conversation I had:

"May I speak to Mr. ***?"
"I'm sorry, he's in court this afternoon. Can I offer you voicemail?"
"When will he be back?"
"He's scheduled to be there all afternoon."
"I need to talk to him."
"Would you like his voicemail and he can return your call in the morning?"
"What about today? Does he have a cell phone?"
"Yes he does, but he is in court."
"Can you call him?"
"I can let you leave a message on his voicemail."
"Fine. Thanks a lot."

9:01am: Casual Wednesday
The great thing about Wednesday's at my office is that the lawyers go golfing in the afternoons which means that unless we have morning appointments, we can dress down for the day. This is great for me because I love jeans. I love everything about them. I love the way they feel, I love the way I can move around in them, I love being comfortable, and quite frankly, I love the way they make me look.
There are mornings where I dread getting ready for work. Sometimes I wake up extra early so I can drink my cup of coffee, read, and enjoy the quiet of morning before the hectic "what will I wear to work" thing sets in. This is the first job where I've actually had to think about what I wear - there is a standard I must uphold. Somedays I do it better than others. Somedays I actually wear makeup. Days like today though I can just roll out of bed, toss something on and jet in. Okay, so it's not really as easy as that. I still need to put some thought into it. For instance, I can not wear my ultra-comfy hole in the knee jeans, but I can wear my nice not frayed at the legs Levi's. And I don't wear tshirts. Casual, but not like my java slinging days casual.

Law. It's such a funny field. We mainly practice family law, divorces, some custody, some pre-nups, a few wills here and there, probate. One of the attorney's does a little bit of everything - right now he's got a few criminal cases. Those are the most interesting. The best is when one attorney is doing a divorce for someone and then that client does something stupid like slash his soon to be exes tires and so then our Jack-of-all-trades has to represent him in the criminal matter. Divorces, especially for people with a lot of money are very touchy. So far my favorite line from a letter (to our attorney, from another) is: "What part of contempt does your client not understand?"

10:28am: hmmm
I just found a live journal where this guy posted his day to day work stuff. The last entry was him going home on Sept 6 2001. That's it. The end. I wonder if he was in NY that day.

9:02am: clean room
I've cleaned my room. It was getting bad. Like, "do I have any floor" bad. I am entirely too proud of myself for this. That's sad. The truth is, I love my room. It is the first real room I've had as an adult that was all mine. It's cozy and it's a room that makes me feel comfortable. It's got a lot of pink though. When I moved my mom went crazy buying me all this stuff, pink sheets, pink duvet, pink pillows, pink lamp (which is super cool - it hangs from the ceiling and has white xmas lights in it). And my bed - I love my bed. It's an old antique brass bed. It's perfect. Now all I've got to do is finish my laundry and clean out my closet.

10:52am: short weeks make long weeks
This week I'm only working three days. The long weekend, combined with Tuesday off from work equals just three days in the office. But it doesn't feel like a short week, it feels like a normal long week. Can't quite figure that one out.

The long weekend was awesome. Went out Friday night with some friends, then headed off to the river on Saturday morning. It was fabulous! I love camping and J and I went rafting on Sunday with a friend. It was a wild ride, riding the rapids on a boat that actually says, "Warning: Avoid currents". We only tipped once though. That was some hardcore, good rafting.

Monday we spent laying in the sun on a nice beachy area. J and Grendel ran off to explore and then they played in the water. Grendel loves J. He knows his name, car, house. He totally freaks when he comes over. And it is just too cute to see the two of them together playing. I seriously scored on the boyfriend front.

3:50pm: Tuesday
It's Tuesday - I don't really have a whole lot going on today. Dog sitting for my friend so I've got two big dogs at home torturing the cat.

This was my weekend:

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1:34pm: Fuck yeah I went to AI last night, and I'm proud
Last night I went to the American Idol concert with a friend. She won tickets on the radio then called me at work saying, "Guess what we're doing Wed night??!!" I was super excited about it.
I met my friend at her house after work. We got drunk. (This seems to be a common theme in my posts). We were laughing. We walked to the concert where we laughed even more at the crazy teenagers that were there. Oh yeah, and the funny middle aged folk too. Posing for pictures in front of the AI U-haul deal, asking everyone, "Who did you come here for?" But it was fun - it's like a good cover band - it was a little sad that they're were so many sappy love songs being played, and the beer was WAAAY over priced in the beer garden, but all in all, I give that night an A.

Other things happened at the concert too - but that's a secret and between me and my peeps.

4:19pm: DUI
Last night my roommate and I ran out of champagne at 8:30ish. We both knew someone had to go to the store but neither of us could actually drive. After the jokes, "I'll go once I finish this glass." We jumped on the bikes and took off towards the nearest store, a Plaid Pantry. The dog was ecstatic, jogging next to us. His joy ended the second we rode through a patch of sidewalk drenched with sprinkler water. My dog is afraid of everything. Including sprinklers. He pulled every which way he could but he couldn't get away. He just had to buck up and run on through.
We get to the Plaid and buy our second bottle of champagne. Who would have thought the Plaid had champagne, but they do. The cheap shit. That gives you a massive headache in the morning.

So today during lunch I'm telling my co-workers about my trip on my bike last night, complaining about the fact that I technically broke the law and could easily have gotten a DUI. Luckily, being in the law business my boss promptly assured me that he would represent me if I ever got a DUI while riding on my bike. I don't know if that makes me feel better (because I know I'll have a good lawyer) or worse (because I know I might need a good lawyer....)

10:27am: My mom and my step-dad are having problems. There is talk of selling their house and my mom is thinking about moving. Possibly out of state. My step-father is the only real father I've known. There are things going on that confuse me, and everyone seems mad at everyone in my family right now. I don't really know what to do. I just wish it would all stop and things could be normal again.

My weekend started out really well though. Went to a comedy show with some friends followed by yummy crapes. Later J and I went to this seedy strip joint downtown (I had never been and was curious). We ended up playing Mega Touch for about an hour straight. Then home where we sat around with roomate, listening to music, chatting, and polishing off a bottle of wine. It was almsot 3 before we went to bed.

Woke up with hangover on Saturday. We went downtown to Saturday Market then spent about three hours at the pool laying in the sun and playing in the water. We watched two movies that night and I fell asleep right as SNL was starting.

1:11pm: Friday
Friday, Friday, Friday. It's finally here. I can relax this weekend, read, lay in the sun, be lazy. My favorite kind of weekend.
Off to the comedy club tonight which will doubtlessly make me giggle. Good thing too - this has been a hell morning at the office. Wish I could take the afternoon off and get some sleep. Yeah right, fat chance.

11:46am: first entry
congrats to me - let's see how long I keep this up before I get bored or forget about it.

I have three pictures hanging up in my desk area at work. Two of them are me and my dog walking along the beach and one is me, my dog, and my boyfriend in the snow. He's into pictures. The boyfriend, not the dog. This isn't something I'm exactly used to. In fact, my last relationship has very few pictures with me in them. There are entire trips where I wonder, "was I even there? if so, where was I?" So this new camera happy guy is almost an oddity for me.
The first weekend away where he dragged the camera along was very uncomfortable. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. I would be reading and look up "click". Wrestling with my dog. "click". He goes for the "perfect" shot and knows the second he gets it. When we get the film back he always know what picture is his favorite, before we even look at them. "That one with you standing across the creek from me, you were wearing my sweatshirt and the dog is licking your nose. I can't wait to see that one." All the while I'm thinking, "wow - I don't even remember that".
The best one was when he taught me how to shoot a gun and snapped one of me while I'm holding the gun up, aiming and getting ready to fire. My hair is up, I look fabulous in my jeans, and I've got a great scarf on.

When he takes my picture I feel beautiful.