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Saturday, February 18, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Personality Disorder Test Results
Please remember that this test isn't meant to diagnose you. Only a professional can do that. Below are your test results, broken down for the ten different personality disorders. You are rated "low," "moderate," "high," or "very high" probability for each disorder. Low or moderate ratings mean that you are unlikely to have the disorder. High or very high means you are more likely to have the disorder. Only a professional can diagnose a disorder, however.
Found on Fluke's blog. With mental illness in my family, I was curious....however the results are NOT very surprising.....
cq
Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid Disorder: | Moderate |
| Schizoid Disorder: | Moderate |
| Schizotypal Disorder: | High |
| Antisocial Disorder: | Low |
| Borderline Disorder: | Moderate |
| Histrionic Disorder: | Moderate |
| Narcissistic Disorder: | Moderate |
| Avoidant Disorder: | Very High |
| Dependent Disorder: | Moderate |
| Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: | Low |
More on:
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Found on Fluke's blog. With mental illness in my family, I was curious....however the results are NOT very surprising.....
cq
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen Things about Interviews
1. Isn't it awful when you forget everything?
2. No matter how much you read, you don't know what they are going to ask.
3. They say 'smart but be comfortable' - yeah right!
4. My last four interviews have been with people I know - I hate that.
5. You always leave an interview feeling desperate.
6. You usually remember half a dozen answers on the way home!
7. A bad back and pain medication does NOT help performance in an interview.
8. 'Would you like some water?' 'yes, please, just lace it with arsenic and save us all the trouble!'
9. I have been diagnosed 'interview phobic' and we make up 1 in 10 of the population.
10. In order to get anywhere you have to be interviewed.....
11. I used to drink myself into oblivion after interviews - one particularly bad one led to a three day binge! Now, it would appear........I blog!
12. So - did I get the job?
13. [waits for phone to ring]
Links to other Thursday Thirteens!
1. kdubs
2. wendy
3. Daisy
4. Uisce
5. Shelli
6. Kimmy
7. Mar
8. Scouser
9. Mrs Aginoth
10. Aginoth
11. Mama B
12. Jake Silver
13. fauve
14. Jen
15. 'D'
16. Nello
17. Jade
18. Killired
19. Karen
Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!
The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Wordless Wednesdays
If you're playing along let me know in the comments and I'll link you up!
It's easy - just post a picture! The one day of the week when a wordy post is not required. It can be anything, travel, family, jokes, some way of illustrating your mood/achievement/status.
:-)
Other Wordless Wednesdayskdubs
Wendy
Uisce
Courtney
Melissa
MamaB
Alison
cq
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
BlogOlympics
Call me Crazie (call me anything - but just CALL ME!!), but I am taking part in the Training Camp for the 2007 BlogOlympics. My performance in the training camp will determine if I am of a calibre to challenge Running2Ks and Uisce for the medals in 2007!
I have started well, with plenty of rumour and innuendo on Daisy's Log (well, she IS the official rumour-monger!). Of course, I have a worthy opponent for the role of Blogger Behaving Badly in Shelli! It has been reported that former Olympian Uisce has taken out a restraining order on myself and Shelli.......these reporters get everything wrong these days!
Also, stories are flying around that Killired is rumoured to have had finger extensions in preparation for the Olympics. Apparently the hot-pink digit bandages are a give-away! Pink, honestly......I would go for purple, myself.....
BlogOlympics' trusty and intrepid reporter is our very own WendyWings
[whispers] remember Wendy, $5 each time you mention my name! [snigger]
I have sharpened my skills with the BlogOlympic Quiz and managed a reputable 20/28 - not bad for a first-timer! Not only that, but I have registered with EgoSurf (icon to your right) which finds a blog ranking in Google (and other search engines).
Watch out, Uisce - here I come :-) Now, if only I knew what I'd let myself in for!
Check out the BlogOlympics at Daisy's Place, Wendy's Reports or Blogger Olympic Headquarters!!
Training Camp kicks off at 2200hrs EST 15 Feb (0300hrs 16 Feb here in the UK), so watch those dials, tune in and cheer us on.....
And now, if you cast your glance to the right....down a bit.....a bit more.......yep, lower........you can see the BlogOlympic Blogroll! SO many people!
cqRing graphics courtesy of Carrie of Cze-Johnson Fever
A Valentine's Message
RAINBOWS
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you.
And share with you it's beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own.
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea.
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me,
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be...what I know best,
a friend that's always there.
~Khahlil Gibran~
a friend that's always there.
~Khahlil Gibran~
Happy Valentine's Day to all my blogger friends!
update - no flowers at the Palace today. But I hobbled to the supermarket to get MB a treat of steak for dinner.......ah well.......
Love
cq
Monday, February 13, 2006
Monday Memory
A story from my storystore that just happens to be completely true...
Sugar was a cat. Nothing special, just a black cat with large green eyes that peered out from under shaggy eyebrows. She was lying in the long grass in the sweltering heat, too feeble to move and meowing pitifully at anyone who passed as if crying out for help. How long she had lain there with selfish, thoughtless humans passing her by was not known. She occasionally lifted herself onto her front paws as if trying to get up and free herself from her torment.
I met Sugar on my way from work and fell in love with her at first glance. Her green eyes seemed to be begging me to help her, and she was crying in pain. My heart turned over as I bent down to stroke her. Her fur was matted and underneath the sorry black coat I could feel every rib and count every vertebra. She was just skin and bone and as I moved my hands gently down her flanks I, in my ignorance, concluded that she must have been a female cat and heavily pregnant. I could feel no movement in her swollen belly and surmised that no kittens could have survived the torture that had taken its toll on that young body.
I was torn in two. I could not possibly leave the cat in such pain, but perhaps she had an owner who was looking for her at that very moment. I ran my hand over her flanks one more time and made up my mind. She was badly emaciated and very pregnant and it was fairly obvious that nobody cared about her. I gently lifted her and carefully carried her home, and as I walked I murmured gentle words of comfort to ease the cat’s distress. She laid her head on my shoulder and, although she gave the odd pained cry, I could tell she was grateful as she attempted to purr.
Once home I gave her a saucer of milk from which she only took a couple sips before settling down on an old blanket I had found and watching me, ears pricked – well, as pricked as she could manage. Now that she was relaxed and fairly comfortable with sustenance within easy reach I could think out my next move. Not much thinking was required to pick up the phone and ring the person who would give the best advice - my mother.She advised I should ring a vet to get the cat checked over and do whatever was necessary. The first vet that I picked out of the book was very understanding and told me to bring the cat straight in. I called a taxi and prepared a box. The little cat watched me and I looked into her green eyes – oh, such trusting eyes – and then picked her up and laid her in the box, stroking her and letting her know that I cared and that, in her moment of need, someone was there to help her.
After what, in the cat’s mind, must have been a hellish ten minutes in the taxi we arrived at the surgery and the vet was as good as her word and saw her immediately.The vet had very bad news for me. The cat was not female at all, but a tomcat. He was about two years old and a fine looking cat, who unfortunately was dying a long and painful death. He had a fatal case of FIP, Feline Intestinal Peritonitis, which would kill him soon and in great pain. Euthanasia seemed to be the only answer to ease his agony. I checked that I could not help him by taking him home and nursing him back to health. The vet said the disease was too advanced and nothing could be done to cure him.With a heavy heart I signed the consent form and then I kissed the cat. As I stroked him, he lay down as if he knew what was coming and he welcomed that peace that death would bring to his pain-wracked body and troubled mind. He looked trustingly up into my eyes and I could have sworn he was thanking me. I kept stroking him; not wanting to leave him, although I knew it was best for him. I looked deep into his eyes and then I knew I was glad that I had not left him to suffer alone, and that he had known love and trust before he passed to that better place where he was assuredly bound. I had no doubt that a place would be reserved in Heaven for him, he was such a loving cat and had missed out on so much love in return.
I knew I had to leave him and the vet was so kind. She sympathised with me and let me stay a while to make up to the little cat all the love he had missed out on. Then I tore myself away from those love-filled eyes and opened the door. A thought occurred to me and I turned back to the vet."By the way, his name is Sugar. I called him Sugar and he seems to like it."
The vet smiled and nodded, I closed the door on Sugar and went home.
‘And now these three things remain;
faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
’1 Cor 13:13
cq
Links to other Monday Memories:
Running2Ks
Uisce
Norma
kdubs
LadyBug
Courtney
Renee
Shelli
(If you participate, drop me a line in the comments & I'll link you up)
Ho Hum Doldrums
Well, I went to work this morning - correction, I struggled in the car and then hobbled into work. A week's rest had lulled me into a false sense of healing........
Oh, the PAIN! Couldn't concentrate, was tearful........
So off I hobbled back to the doctor. We had a little chat, she told me off for going to work, I countered by saying 'but the 'bad back' thing is SO abused!' She said 'you don't have a bad back, you have an injury - BIG difference.' and handed me a sicknote for another two weeks and a new script for painkillers.
So here I am again.
Cyberkitten? Can you lend me some books????
cq
Oh, the PAIN! Couldn't concentrate, was tearful........
So off I hobbled back to the doctor. We had a little chat, she told me off for going to work, I countered by saying 'but the 'bad back' thing is SO abused!' She said 'you don't have a bad back, you have an injury - BIG difference.' and handed me a sicknote for another two weeks and a new script for painkillers.
So here I am again.
Cyberkitten? Can you lend me some books????
cq
Sunday, February 12, 2006
2nd option
And this is the second option. I'm thinking this might make the blog easier to read.
I understand these changes can't be seen in Firefox - I don't know why. If anyone can shed any light, please let me know.....
What do you think? scribbles or stars? :-)
cq
I understand these changes can't be seen in Firefox - I don't know why. If anyone can shed any light, please let me know.....
What do you think? scribbles or stars? :-)
cq
What do YOU think?
This will stay at the top until tomorrow's selection.....but read on down for new posts!
In the course of 'refining' my blog, I have narrowed it down to a couple of backgrounds and I can't decide.....
So you get to!
Today's background is stars on purple.
Come back tomorrow to see the other one :-)
Let me know what you think :-D
cq
In the course of 'refining' my blog, I have narrowed it down to a couple of backgrounds and I can't decide.....
So you get to!
Today's background is stars on purple.
Come back tomorrow to see the other one :-)
Let me know what you think :-D
cq
Saturday, February 11, 2006
The Classic Dames Test
Found on Jean-Luc's blog (careful their HTML doesn't work!)
You're Carole Lombard
You're a little bit of a fruitcake, but you always act out in style. You have a good sense of humor, are game for almost anything, but you like to have nice things about you and are attracted to the high life.
You're stylish and modern, but you've got a few rough edges that keep you from attaining true sophistication.
Your leading men include William Powell [winks at Jean-Luc], Fredric March, and Clark Gable.
Watch out for small planes.
Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test
cq
You're Carole Lombard
You scored 19% grit, 9% wit, 42% flair, and 42% class!
You're a little bit of a fruitcake, but you always act out in style. You have a good sense of humor, are game for almost anything, but you like to have nice things about you and are attracted to the high life.
You're stylish and modern, but you've got a few rough edges that keep you from attaining true sophistication.
Your leading men include William Powell [winks at Jean-Luc], Fredric March, and Clark Gable.
Watch out for small planes.
Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test
cq
The Good And The Bad.
The Good, Karolina Mikolajewska:
A compassionate appeal for money to fly home the body of a Polish woman who was murdered in Bristol recently has raised almost £10,000.
Karolina Mikolajewska, 20, had come to England to earn money to send back to her sick parents.
Ms Mikolajewska, 20, was found dead in a flat in Patchway.
Remaining monies will go to Karolina's mother who requires an operation.
Ms Mikolajewska had been working as a care worker in South Gloucestershire for three weeks before she died.
The Bad, Michael Carroll:
A £9.7m National Lottery jackpot winner has been jailed for nine months after admitting affray and threatening teenagers with a baseball bat.
Former dustman Michael Carroll, 22, was sentenced at Norwich Crown Court, after he pleaded guilty in January.
Carroll and three friends barged into a Christian concert at Downham Market town hall in May 2004.
Two of the concert-goers required hospital treatment.
Sentencing Carroll and David Howard, Judge Jacobs said: "You went along to exact some form of retribution.
"A large number of people were terrified about what went on. This sort of behaviour cannot be tolerated."
The court heard that Carroll has 42 previous offences recorded since 1997.
On Friday, he told BBC Look East that he has spent £1.2m over the last few years on cocaine, but he now "deeply regrets" doing so.
He says he has not touched drugs for four months.
Interviewed in June last year, Carroll said he was changing his ways and that calling him a "lout" was wrong.
"I don't want to go back to prison," Carroll told a BBC journalist. "I have turned over a new leaf and want to get on the straight and narrow path."
Human nature, eh?
She has nothing and is killed trying to help those worse off than herself.
He has everything and still is a thug......
cq
A compassionate appeal for money to fly home the body of a Polish woman who was murdered in Bristol recently has raised almost £10,000.
Karolina Mikolajewska, 20, had come to England to earn money to send back to her sick parents.
Ms Mikolajewska, 20, was found dead in a flat in Patchway.
Remaining monies will go to Karolina's mother who requires an operation.
Ms Mikolajewska had been working as a care worker in South Gloucestershire for three weeks before she died.
The Bad, Michael Carroll:
A £9.7m National Lottery jackpot winner has been jailed for nine months after admitting affray and threatening teenagers with a baseball bat.
Former dustman Michael Carroll, 22, was sentenced at Norwich Crown Court, after he pleaded guilty in January.
Carroll and three friends barged into a Christian concert at Downham Market town hall in May 2004.
Two of the concert-goers required hospital treatment.
Sentencing Carroll and David Howard, Judge Jacobs said: "You went along to exact some form of retribution.
"A large number of people were terrified about what went on. This sort of behaviour cannot be tolerated."
The court heard that Carroll has 42 previous offences recorded since 1997.
On Friday, he told BBC Look East that he has spent £1.2m over the last few years on cocaine, but he now "deeply regrets" doing so.
He says he has not touched drugs for four months.
Interviewed in June last year, Carroll said he was changing his ways and that calling him a "lout" was wrong.
"I don't want to go back to prison," Carroll told a BBC journalist. "I have turned over a new leaf and want to get on the straight and narrow path."
Human nature, eh?
She has nothing and is killed trying to help those worse off than herself.
He has everything and still is a thug......
cq
Friday, February 10, 2006
Update
OK, I've been back about a week - so where are we now?
New design blog - work in progress.......love DIY HTML - not! :-S
Back is still very painful and I think from the shooting pains there is some nerve damage at the base of my spine, but at least nothing was broken.
Waiting for my gynae referral, the doc said it could be a couple of weeks. It sure answers that abdominal pain I've been getting.
Got a claim form from the insurance company today - I don't know how to fill it in, they paid the hospital direct.
And if none of this makes ANY sense, check out my Bavaria Scrapbook over there.........yep, just look to the right........down a bit.........there :-)
Disastrous trips - always good for a laugh!
cq
New design blog - work in progress.......love DIY HTML - not! :-S
Back is still very painful and I think from the shooting pains there is some nerve damage at the base of my spine, but at least nothing was broken.
Waiting for my gynae referral, the doc said it could be a couple of weeks. It sure answers that abdominal pain I've been getting.
Got a claim form from the insurance company today - I don't know how to fill it in, they paid the hospital direct.
And if none of this makes ANY sense, check out my Bavaria Scrapbook over there.........yep, just look to the right........down a bit.........there :-)
Disastrous trips - always good for a laugh!
cq
Bloglift
As some of you might be aware, I am playing with customising (in the smallest possible ways!) my blog.
The last template was just too restrictive, so I am going to change templates. This may mean that some bits and bobs may disappear briefly, but I hope to have Normal Service Resumed as soon as possible.
cq
The last template was just too restrictive, so I am going to change templates. This may mean that some bits and bobs may disappear briefly, but I hope to have Normal Service Resumed as soon as possible.
cq
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Mirror Universe Thursday Thirteen
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2. Sew. 3. Knit. 4. Cook. 5. Use lifts - claustrophobia. 6. Play complex computer games. 7. Speak German. 8. Walk on snow without falling over. 9. Paint - walls or art! 10. Eat meat - raging vegetarian. 11. Drink wine - allergies. 12. Go near or touch mice/rats/hamsters etc 13. Go places alone - I usually have to have MB or cyberkitten around for support. Ha! The first one sounded SO smug and made me look cool..... I ain't [snigger] cq |
Thursday Thirteen
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I just sent a letter to everyone involved in the hospital debacle last week, thanking them for the care they showed. I received this response: 'Please thank her very much for the letter, its appreciated and hope she tries skiing again, its not all bad!!!!' This set me thinking to think of things I can do - or have done. Better than sitting depressing over the things I can't do! 2. I can sail. Again, started sailing as a small child and stopped during my teens. But the basics stay with you. 3. I have abseiled. Not one of my favourite things, but I have done it! 4. I can shoot! Trained by an Army marksman, I turned out to be rather good with a gun! 5. I used to do archery. Fantastic sport which I took up at school and during holidays. 6. I can ride a bike. Doesn't sound much, but my mum never got the knack! 7. I can speak French - although last week I was kinda wishing I'd done German instead of Latin at school! 8. I can follow the instructions on flat-packed furniture - I believe I am only one of a handful in the world that can do that! 9. I fixed the TV when I was only 12. Although that showed initiative and logic, I did not become an electrician! 10. I can drum up a tune on a piano! 11. I used to play the viola and the violin. 12. I can act........ 13. I can sing........ Links to other Thursday Thirteens! cq |
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What Winter Sport Are You?
| You Are Curling |
 What you lack in athleticism, you make up for in concentration. And while curling isn't much more of a sport than bowling, you *can* win a gold medal for it! |
aha! So that's where I went wrong.......!! jeez, thank god it didn't come out as skiing!
cq
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Wordless Wednesdays
If you're playing along -- theme or no theme -- let me know in the comments and I'll link you up!
It's easy - just post a picture!
The one day of the week when a wordy post is not required.
It can be anything, travel, family, jokes, some way of illustrating your mood/achievement/status.
This week, some are concentrating on travel - mine is for friendship :-)
amber
kdubs
killired
Leesa
Mar
Tutu
uisce
WendyWings
cq
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
What Tarot Card Are You?
You Are The High Priestess |
 You represent mystery - secrets that are yet to be revealed. You find yourself sitting between two worlds: one dark, one light. You tend to hold these two worlds in balance, reconciling the two. Open and welcoming, you invite others to learn your secrets. Your fortune: Something hidden, or latent, in your life is about to come forward. You need to pay more attention to your dreams, thoughts, intuition, and imagination. And if that involves tapping into your dark side, it will all balance out in the end. You have a lot of potential dying to be unleashed, so let those gates open! |
cq
Bavaria - Part Eight
Fret not - this long tale is almost over.
To recap, I was camping out in a local British military installation having escaped Stalag 19 on Friday morning. Painkilling drugs had been prescribed and picked up and a very nice man in the office had offered to do my thrombosis injection. Of course, he waited until after to point out the last time he did an injection it was on an orange! (standard practice!).
I had spent most of the day on the phone to my office, home and the insurance company and everything was falling into place, but by 3.30 I still didn't have my Fit to Fly certificate. The hospital promised to fax it through and H and I were haunting the fax machine. No joy. So at 4.30 H jumped in his car and whooshed off to the hospital to pick it up personally. Of course, as soon as he left it came through. But he got the original anyway, good thing too as the fax version was unreadable.
The insurance people confirmed my transport to the airport, my flight and my UK transport. By this time all the office staff were wishing me well and peeling off for home, and I was still there.
At 5.30 an ambulance arrived to whisk me off to Munich airport. I kissed the last man in the office goodbye (he who had volunteered to puncture me!) and was loaded up for the trip. Needless to say, being nicely wrapped up on a stretcher, I slept most of the way there!
Wheelchairs are fun! The drivers dropped me at the airport, found me a wheelchair and took me through to departures. I had a little time before the flight so bought some booze Aginoth had asked for and went for a little ride in my wheelchair!
The flight was Business Class on British Airways. As an invalid, I went on first and the stewardesses were lovely. They offered me extra pillows and one in particular, 'Sam', kept a close eye on me. Business Class was lush - shame I wasn't really in a frame of mind to enjoy it! Room to move (vital with a strained back!), proper china crockery, metal cutlery, fabric napkins, and - profiteroles!
'Would you like a meal?'
'Is is salmon? No thank you.'
'Would you just like the profiteroles?'
[dribbles gently] 'yes please' :-)
One bumpy landing later (apparently the co-pilot was new!), and I was whisked through Heathrow in a wheelchair, my suitcase came out first and we were off to the chauffeured car.
Oh the joy of getting home.........the long deep hug with MB, the strokes and sandpaper kisses of my darling kitties, clean pjs and my own bed. And waiting for me, my Crazies, my friends, my colleagues and - MY BLOG!!
Nothing was better than the knowledge that no matter how poorly I felt, I was HOME!!
cq
To recap, I was camping out in a local British military installation having escaped Stalag 19 on Friday morning. Painkilling drugs had been prescribed and picked up and a very nice man in the office had offered to do my thrombosis injection. Of course, he waited until after to point out the last time he did an injection it was on an orange! (standard practice!).
I had spent most of the day on the phone to my office, home and the insurance company and everything was falling into place, but by 3.30 I still didn't have my Fit to Fly certificate. The hospital promised to fax it through and H and I were haunting the fax machine. No joy. So at 4.30 H jumped in his car and whooshed off to the hospital to pick it up personally. Of course, as soon as he left it came through. But he got the original anyway, good thing too as the fax version was unreadable.
The insurance people confirmed my transport to the airport, my flight and my UK transport. By this time all the office staff were wishing me well and peeling off for home, and I was still there.
At 5.30 an ambulance arrived to whisk me off to Munich airport. I kissed the last man in the office goodbye (he who had volunteered to puncture me!) and was loaded up for the trip. Needless to say, being nicely wrapped up on a stretcher, I slept most of the way there!
Wheelchairs are fun! The drivers dropped me at the airport, found me a wheelchair and took me through to departures. I had a little time before the flight so bought some booze Aginoth had asked for and went for a little ride in my wheelchair!
The flight was Business Class on British Airways. As an invalid, I went on first and the stewardesses were lovely. They offered me extra pillows and one in particular, 'Sam', kept a close eye on me. Business Class was lush - shame I wasn't really in a frame of mind to enjoy it! Room to move (vital with a strained back!), proper china crockery, metal cutlery, fabric napkins, and - profiteroles!
'Would you like a meal?'
'Is is salmon? No thank you.'
'Would you just like the profiteroles?'
[dribbles gently] 'yes please' :-)
One bumpy landing later (apparently the co-pilot was new!), and I was whisked through Heathrow in a wheelchair, my suitcase came out first and we were off to the chauffeured car.
Oh the joy of getting home.........the long deep hug with MB, the strokes and sandpaper kisses of my darling kitties, clean pjs and my own bed. And waiting for me, my Crazies, my friends, my colleagues and - MY BLOG!!
Nothing was better than the knowledge that no matter how poorly I felt, I was HOME!!
cq
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