Posts tagged kristen
My Type
3I found this blog personality type analysis thingy at Wonkette, which is where I find everything of questionable value in my life. And since it must be your lucky day, I’m posting my results here for you along with the results for Kids Know Stuff.
The analysis indicates that the author of http://sundayswithstretchypants.com is of the type:
ESFP – The Performers
The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead – they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation – qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.
In case you’re wondering, and you don’t know me in real life, that is an actual picture of me. If you do know me in real life, it’s still an actual picture of me, it’s just the one that Bryan keeps in his head. For special occasions. And obviously, none of that analysis is true except for the part about it being hard for me to be in management positions. I’m extremely coachable, but I’m a horrible coach. Uh, so good thing I homeschool? Shit.
Anyway, here’s Kids Know Stuff:
ISFP – The Artists
The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their inner values and what other people need. They are not friends of many words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders. They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out not to be taken advantage of.They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living.
No, that’s not an actual picture of any of the children. And, I think, not even a picture anybody would ever have in their heads. Of anybody. Ever. However, the analysis is definitely true. My babies are precious little sweety punkins. They’re vulnerable and quiet and they definitely wouldn’t think it was funny to burp on camera or anything like that.
Speaking of artists, I know some. My friend Kristen Marra Marek has some photographs in the C-note Art Show. (There isn’t a search form on the site and there are a lot of artists, so do ctrl-f and then type her name in if you want see her stuff.) And maybe vote for her stuff because it’s good. I wouldn’t try to make you vote my way, though. No, I would never do that. I think voting should be private and not talked about at all.
*cough*
I know another awesome artist in that show, too: Sharon H. Bell. You could vote for her too if you wanted to. I know it says one vote/IP address, but sometimes that’s a lie. Sometimes it’s not, but you should try to vote twice like I did in the presidential election.
I Get Butt-Dialed A Lot.
6My name is Abby and that makes me first in a lot of cell phone contacts lists. Unless you have an Aaron in there, I’m first. Or unless you mess with it like Kristen does and put AAAJoe so her husband is first. Or if you put ZZZAbby so I’m last. Anyway, if you don’t mess with it, I’m usually first.
Because of this alphabeticality (it could be a word) of my name, I get butt-dialed a lot and it’s kind of creepy sometimes. I mean, somebody calls me and doesn’t say anything, but I can hear background stuff? It’s weird. My nephew does it pretty frequently and I always think it’s an emergency. Like maybe his leg is trapped under a tree and his cell phone is just out of reach so he threw a rock at it just to get it dialing and he can’t tell that it called me and before he figured it out, he passed out from the pain. I always debate calling 911. One of these days I’m going to do it. Maybe.
The other night, Kristen’s husband was working through the night at his dangerous lighting job and he butt-dialed us 7 times and left 5 messages. We turned our ringer off, but the first time he butt-dialed us, Bryan answered and we were both a little worried that it was an emergency. I heard Bryan answer the phone and then I heard him say, “I can’t hear you! Joe? JOE!” Bryan swears he heard him say, “Dude!” which we thought meant he was probably trying to say, “Dude, I’m trapped in a puddle of water and there’s a live wire swinging around wildly! It’s just a matter of time before I’m toasted! Dude, help!” We were going to call 911, but then we remembered that we didn’t know exactly where Joe was working and we felt it would be rude to send the rescue workers on a wild goose chase, so we just turned the ringer off and went back to sleep. He was alright, though. In the morning there were 5 messages that all had Joe’s far-away voice talking about lighting and prices and what goes where. It was boring and the only emergency was that I could have died from boredom. But I listened because what if he said something interesting? What if there really was an emergency?
Really, I think I’m getting desensitized to the feeling that there’s an emergency when somebody calls and doesn’t say anything. So if there is an emergency which doesn’t prohibit your cell phone from calling me, but does prohibit your speech, you should not call me. I’ll totally hang up on you. And then I’ll make fun of you for butt-dialing me and you won’t get rescued. And that would be embarassing for me.
Things I Love So F*cking Much
21. Electricity. I got some, bitches!
2. Dawn. She works my blogs and she invites me to free spaghetti dinners. And she makes me laugh.
3. Kristen. She makes her husband deliver coffee to me and she sets up free coffee for her neighbors because she has a generator. And she makes me laugh.
4. My other friends here and in Chesaning, and my extended family. They invite me to do laundry at their house and they invite me to stay with them and use up their electricity in order to get me to shut up with the whining. They remind me that I’m very lucky to have several places to which I could flee if I really needed to. And they make me laugh.
5. My husband and children. They’re just awesome. Bryan’s awesome because he puts up with me for-evah! And he’s cute. And the kids are awesome because, well, they’re 50% me. I’m kidding! They’re their own little bundles of funny electricity-addicted awesomeness. And they make me laugh.
6. Margaret Cho. Thanks to Dawny for this link because I couldn’t have said it better myself. And it makes me laugh: I’m Christian You Fuckers
Yes We Can (wear matching t-shirts)!
5We went to the Obama/Biden thingy in Dublin on Saturday with Kristen and Dawn and their tweens. Yes, we wore matching homemade t-shirts. No, it’s not lame. It’s cool! The kids were bored, but they were so, so good and I know someday they’ll thank us for dragging them there. Lena already told me she wanted to show her future children the “on the road to change” sign that she was able to wave. Awwwwwwwww!
Our t-shirts were cool, thanks to Kristen, but this guy’s t-shirt was the best:
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Of course I had to get a picture! I don’t even care that I look like a dumbass in this photo (I am a dumbass, so I should look like one). I’m posting it because the t-shirt says, “Michelle for first lady.” Word.
Dawn has a full report here. Kristen has a bunch of pictures here.
My report is that it was awesome. That’s all. Sixty-five days, people. Get your people to the polls.
Off to Cleveland
1We’re taking off for a night in Cleveland with the Pepper Paints family. In my absence, please enjoy this video. It’s an oldie, but a goodie.




