Take this quiz
Here's the quiz: Well, Dr. Phil's test. (Dr. Phil scored 55). He did this test on Oprah
Don't peek but begin the test as you scroll down and answer.
Answers are for who you are now...... not who you were in the past. Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees. It's only 10 simple questions, so...... grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers.
When you are finished, forward this to everyone you know, and also send it to the person who sent this to you. Make sure to put YOUR score in the subject box.
Ready?? Begin!
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face,
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people you...
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with...
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you.
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're
interrupted. Do you...
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep are you...
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are...
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
[the suspense is killing me...]
POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against
it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make
the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything!
They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.
ahhhh
sweet blessed relief.
a bit of red wine, some food in the tummy, and the knowledge that I have clean underwear for tomorrow morning is working wonders. That, and that I really, really like where I moved my bed.
Granted, I haven't slept in that corner yet - near the heat - but the room is so much bigger! Well, you know what I mean. It feels bigger. And now I also have my old drawers from my parent's house. Initially I didn't really want them a) they're brown b) they are very different in style from my IKEA corner wardrobe c) they're brown (I know I said that already) with brass handles.
Uck.
But! Now I have a home for my tights, socks, etc. Helpful So I can wear more than pants as it gets colder. I can't wait for the day that cable tv can be wireless like laptops. I really don't want to have time warner come out and string more wire out to my room in the event i spring for cable. Hmph.
I'm wearing pig tails right now. My hair is getting on my nerves. The grey hair. And the lack of bounce. My shampoo is dragging me down. Know what I mean?
Aside from the hair drama, I'm bummed yet happy, the line at Marshall's was too long. I abandoned my purchase. It was raining, it felt late, and I threw in the towel. (I was planning to buy towels, but who really needs anything?)
What do I want? I want the loveseat from my parent's house. A bed frame. And a china cabinet. I negotiated painting the dining room at my parent's house in exchange for the old wood coffee table and corner tables in the living room. They're kind of funny looking, and darker than I would have ever purchased, but free. I'm all about holding off on living room investments in lieu of other items. OH, and I want a jewelry armoire. But that can wait.
I have to interrupt myself to post a questionaire Erin (ala gigglechick.com) put up. Hang on a sec. I scored a 41.
Kitten count: 6
Still!
Ok, so now they've added eye gunkiness to their repetoire. But that's usually not fatal. Thankfully Gabrielle is going to meet me midtown to do another dropoff of drugs. (It's much nicer than trucking down to Union Square.)
I'll tell you though, eye gunk can be scary the first time you see it pop-out like an eyeball. I literally thought my damp coton ball was removing retinas left and right. But, no.
I'm not cut out for parenthood. Geez.
So the mommy cat likes her food warm.
How do I know this?
This morning I had one of those 'oh crap. i need to be at work in an hour, and the ride can vary anywhere from 15 - 45 minutes' moments. I shut the alarm off and had to make do w/perfume and bad hair. (good coverup can go a long way.)
I slapped my clothes on and ran thru the kitchen. i opened a can of (premium healthy food) and plopped it onto a plate. the gelly stuff that preserves the can shape held true. and a little mini can mold stood resolutely.
...and when i got home tonight - it was still there.
I took a new [exact same] can of food and added hot water to it and mushed it around. And guess what? That's somehow yummier. (This said the woman whose dinner consists of tawny port and cheddar cheese.)
Aunt Flow has arrived. And Friday is the long opera. LOVEly.
Sidenote: the port I picked up tonight advertised at 92 points. It's great!
breakdown
it's a 4 to 2 girl to boy count.
the two light haired bruisers are boys. and i learned tonight what calms them: being brushed. suddenly they're not as indignantly squeaky when separated from their main box. (i've been taking out the big kids so the little ones actually get nipple time.)
good news - the feeding regime is going well. mini-kitty-that-looks-like-mom is alive another day.
i'm somehow tired from folding so much laundry. it's too late to take a nap, but i just might do that.
there are still six
yesterday was touch and go for the mommie look-a-like kitty. she stopped feeding from mom, and was very dehydrated. erin came over and really helped. it was awful when the foster organization pretty much wrote her off as the casulty of the litter. "expect her to not make it."
um, no. so with a bit of prodding, they dispatched a volunteer with a car out to drop off more meds (for the very sniffly kitty and mom), feeding formular, and new droppers. i need to go out and find a baby bottle today.
side note not related at all --
i just realized the bar in the east village alison really likes was used to film a scene for a Crocodile Dundee movie.
so far so good today.
kitties are too cute
i've done almost today, with the exception of showering, playing with the kitties and watching tv movies.
they are too cute.
i'm liking the whole fostering concept. once the mom has her babies, she tends to stay in the box. with the occassional foray out for a quick steam in the bathroom, or to use the litter. i mean, it's less fun than it was before, having an insta-purr machine cuddled next to you. but the little teeny tiny newbies are fun to watch. they're like a little football huddling for their next play, which really involves eating. Lots of eating. (and probably sore nipples for mom).
speaking of food. i'm kind of hungry myself. not sure what i feel like cooking.
hmmmm.
Drama --> Over
Thank god.
Ok, so there are 2 orange. A pile of mixed something. And I think just 1 black kitten.
Bumpy areas:
- first kitten not getting entirely licked clean (on the end)
- second kitten stepping all over first kitten all the time (even though I trying to help kitten number one find nutrition)
- kitten number one not
seeing finding by smell any nipple, even though there's ample supply
- kitten number three taking many many pushes to come out (even though we could see a large part of the sack protruding already)
uh.
The 'we' would be Mama Cat and Irene.
oy. I was worried, so I called the folks at Kitty Kind...who of course don't go to sleep until really late in the wee hours. I only called twice, and felt much better after the third kitten finally came out.
Puursephone finally got the gist of things, and would clean nibble off the umbilical cord. For a while though I had the gold ole' floss out with sanitized cuticle scissors. Instinct finally kicked in when I picked up #2 to start tying away. "Waaaaa" "waaaaaah". Mama reached over the side of the box and picked up the loudie by the scruff, and I kind of threw the amniotic sack over. (it ain't pretty)
Mid way through #4 the boxed looked way too small. I'd been meaning to open up the AC box, but didn't expect her to go into labor so quickly. The water broke, and man the first one just popped out. I was like,"What -is- that?" (this is scrawy orange #1) So anyway, I assembled the bigger box and placed sheets in it. I then, and you can imagine the spectacle, gently placed the smaller box inside the much bigger box. Once done, I cut the sides down of the first box. What a difference in the next birth. So much more room to push the kittens to the side while pushing. And it was much easier to remove towels/sheets as they got wet. Which reminds me, I need to stop at the thrift store and pick up more soft liners for the box. I covered the top of the box with my living room throw.
Now, if I lift up a corner to peek, Mama opens an eye but I can see the pile of feeding mini mini kitties. They look little wet furry aliens when they come, almost squeak their first cry, and then "mew".
AW.
So the online research says they can be handled more often once their eyes are open in 5 to 10 days. When should I set out the crumpets for visitors?
just a cold
or so they said at kitty kind. attempting to give meds to a cat is just ludicrous.
they're like kids. they don't want to take 'em.
so this evening, Puursephone began labor.
Two out so far. The first is orangy, the second all black.
"Mew. Mew"
Was a bit worried she hadn't cut the umbilical cord on the second, so I was prepared to help. (Gloves and sanitized mini scissors.) After taking the protesting loudly kitten out, Mom finally took action. She leaned her head out of the box and grabbed the kitten by her neck scruff. And yes, she cut the cord and ate, eck, it.
Nervous as Moms with colds are one thing. Infants and newborns shouldn't have colds. "They don't so well."
Um, so, more on the way...
god bless you
crazy cat people abound. this person actually took antibiotics intended for a cat. they multiplied the dosage by 4x.
er...do you think they eat cat food?
i've decided to turn my energies outward. yep, becoming a hypochondriac on behalf of the cat.
she started sneezing late yesterday, like once every hour. and since i've been awake have heard her do it at least 2x. i'm hoping it goes away, or something trivial like a cold. but would be freaked out by the possibility of feline leukemia. i suspect the city pound and kitty kind had limited time to test for anything.
reading this didn't help
cnn's take on my self diagnosis
Don't drink caffeine or alcohol every day.
Now, booze I can understand. Coffee. Holy Shite. I need that.
tummy ache
so saturday i had a tummy ache that was really close to period cramps. i slept a lot, and couldn't figure out why i was so tired. i watched a ton of awful movies, missing key storyline pieces. bleh, whatever.
come sunday, it got worse. i had chills, alternating between cold and sweating, and my skin was really sensitive to the touch. my mother introduced pain pill to see if would help, and boy, can i see why vicodin is so popular.
so now that i left work at 2pm, and napped until 7pm, i've done a bit of research online.
i'm concerned I might have diverticulitis, as my mum does. i'll be relegated to eating old people food (soft, mushy, high fiber, bland). i can't go to dr. charlie. a physical exam involves a rectal exam. that involves a glove in your tushy(!) eek. can't even think about it, let alone going and doing it. however, the nagging insistent pain in my lower left is really getting on my nerves. and i can't exactly get addicted to vicodin, when a) that's a bad idea and b) i don' t have anymore:)
sitting i just remembered another instance a while back where I actually went home from a night out b/c of tummy pain. that was way back when e's brother came ot visit and we were at kanvas. oooo. so now i'm going to do a search on alcohol and diverticulitis (an ailment that usually strikes those over the age of 40.)
great.
