Extroversion (40%) moderately low which suggests you are quiet, unassertive, and aloof. Friendliness (64%) moderately high which suggests you are good natured, trusting, and helpful but possibly too much of a follower Orderliness (38%) moderately low which suggests you tend to be unreliable, lazy, careless, and unmotivated. Emotional Stability (34%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and nervous. Openmindedness (36%) moderately low which suggests you tend to be closeminded, uncreative, and conventional.
The Big Five is currently the most accepted personality model in the scientific community. The Big Five emerged from the work of multiple independent scientists/researchers starting in the 1950s who using different techniques obtained similar results. Those results were that there are five distinct personality traits/dimensions. Here are your results on each dimension:
Extroversion results were moderately low which suggests you are quiet, unassertive, and aloof.
Friendliness results were moderately high which suggests you are good natured, trusting, and helpful but possibly too much of a follower
Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you tend to be unreliable, lazy, careless, and unmotivated.
Emotional Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and nervous.
Openmindedness results were moderately low which suggests you tend to be closeminded, uncreative, and conventional.
Overall (of the Big 5 factors), you scored highest on Friendliness and lowest on Emotional Stability
How could anyone think me emotionallly unstable, huh?
I did manage to not know the meaning of a few of the questions, and managed to misread one, that went along the lines of: Do you like to get massages, and I read it as do you like to get messages! (but tis okay, I caught it before answering!)
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Dodi must die at any cost! Even at the cost of the Future King of England's Mother!
I have always disliked the Royals, with the one exception as mentioned earlier. Tho my mother was an ardent Royalist! (fan of the Royal family)
But, Mohammed Al Fayed, the millionaire father of Dodi Al Fayed, was already a well known name here for years before the Diana- Dodi affair. He was a successful business man, who had done a lot of financial good to this country, yet his name somehow always managed to be smeared, and often needless it seemed. And despite the financial good, he had done here, he was never allowed even after living here for half a life-time, to take British Citizenship. Why? What was so wrong or bad about this man in particular? Especially when people knew he was bring a lot of financial flourish to the country.
As most folks know, he is a muslim. His son was a muslim. Diana loved Dodi of that there is little doubt. Does anyone really think, the Royal family, who have been quoted time and time again, (tho admittedly only odd members of them) as being racist, would want the future King's mother to bear a child when the father is muslim? And would anyone want Prince William, heir apparent, to have a half brother, that is of mixed race blood, and a muslim? Methinks not!
I should also say too, I had a lot of time for Mohammed Al Fayed, even before the royal connection, as I was sure he was my biological dad! ;-)
A quote from Prince Philip: (The Queen's husband)
Prince Philip, who has been accused of insensitivity in the past, was touring a high-tech electronics company when he spotted a fuse box which looked less sophisticated than other state of the art equipment in the plant.
"It looks as though it was put in by an Indian," he said Full Story
And again, a comment made in 1986 in Bejing:
"If you stay here much longer you'll all be slitty eyed" To a group of British students he met in China
Diana did what she was hired to do. Bear and produce a healthy heir to the British throne. I believe she was naieve enough at the time of her marraige to believe Charles loved her, and that she would be accepted warts and all. But once she'd had her sons, and produced the heir and the spare, and her and Charles relationship was broken down beyond all retrieval, well, like that old song goes, "They shoot horses don't they?"
More will follow as time and avoidance of the Queen's hit sqad allows!
Soak dried American Roach Bugs over night in water. Pour off water, and blend. Flavoring may be added to water before soaking. For a delicious smoothie add ice cream or frozen fruit & pure maple syrup.
And also, do remember if you kill the said roache before cooking him, that if you killed by removing his head, to wait nine days to make sure he is actually dead!
"God in his wisdom made the fly and then forgot to tell us why."
If anyone has used the email link to email me from this blog, then I'm afraid I made a mess of it. You are not being ignored, but I had put the address in wrongly. It is now corrected. But just saying so no one if they did use the link, thinks they have been ignored.
My rant against the Royals, will begin with two reasons, no perhaps three during just the last week which has become public knowledge. (they have more skeletons in their closets than a cat has furballs!!)
Scotland Yard quarter of a million pound home to guard Charles and Camilla! (and being the police force, and that all comes out of public spending, guess who foots the Bill, huh?) Full story can be read by clickon on the above link, a short excerpt below.
But this is basically at the heart of my distrust, dislike and all round be a good job if someone flipping turfed 'em out feelings against the Royals. I liked Diana, the only one I ever had any time for, She was human, and often showed her weak, fragile humanity, rather then being some kind of superwoman. Humanity amidst such pomp and arrogance at every other turn of the Royals, spoke to me much more loudly than the stiff upper lip. I had no time for any of them pre-Princess Diana. I have utter contempt for them since: As it is my contention, they have her blood on their hands.
Police may question Charles over letter
By Robert Verkaik
08 January 2004
Prince Charles faced the public yesterday amid growing speculation that he would be interviewed by police over a letter written by Diana, Princess of Wales in which she said she suspected him of plotting her murder in a car crash.
And now the public is being manipulated into accepting this woman, (Camilla) as a real possiblit for future queen. They have done two mock things he did with Princess Diana, including a famous kiss and now he has had the same kiss (someone pass the bucket!) with his other woman. And on Easter week, they appeared together on the banks of the River Dee, in Scotland while they visited balmoral, which was a very public and well known picture of Charles and Diana together.
Okay, so that's the basis for my dislike about the Britiish Royal family. But only the tip of the iceberg. And I will "prove" my theories as regards the right royal cover up, (conspiracies) as time allows.
And if I disappear mid blagging on my blog about the Royals... my conspiracies may get credence!! But if I do poof and disappear mid anti-royal blog, pleaes remember someone in my comments asked what was wrong with our royals to get me started.. lol
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If I listed all my "pet peeves" I could probably fill up the whole of the www. blogs! But this is one, that keeps coming up persistently.
Most folks have busy lives of one degree or another. I think we all do. Yet for some reason, I find it seems to be assumed by the majority, that if one does not have a spouse, kids, (a pet hamster come to that!) and if one is battling illness and doesn't go out to work, you just can't be busy by other people's standards! (hogwash!)
Most of my waking time is spent on the computer, as basically I am doing a lot of research, trying to get a web design business up and running, and have in mind to write at least one paper on some of the things I believe Biblically. My illness makes it hard to keep to a schedule of any kind, as one day is rarely like another. This morning I thought death was a real possibility or perhaps something worse. (a major stroke or something else similar) yet none of the above adds up to "unbusy"
Its a little like when folks call around unexpected in the middle of the day, they assume because I don't fit the norm as to what fits busy, I can quite easily give up an hour to chat and stuff, when in fact I'm trying to do many of the above things. I never refuse to see anyone unless on health grounds, but it is a faulty assumption on their part. If in a place of work, with an employer on the prowl, no one would just stop by for an hour or so, to chat about completely unrelated stuff.
The fact is, I am sicker than ever before in my life, and it would be easy to give up and do nothing, and let the illness control what I do and don't do. But if giving up had have been an option, I wouldn't have made it past my teen years, let alone got to the other side of them, and done more than just survive. And I'm actually busier than every before. With both personal stuff, and in my own small way, trying to do stuff as the Lord leads to advance His Kingdom.
If giving up on anything had have been an option. When my illness first started to get worse, and I read for hours, and basically understood not one jot of what I read, as words in that form made little sense to me, the books would have gone. I still have no memory for the most part after about 30 mins of much I read, yet as reading it does make sense, and somehow, I know from life situations that have come up, that consciously the memory may not be there, yet it is in here somewhere. There have been umpteen points in case to demonstrate this.
The memory issues are probably the most frustrating from day to day. I can't tell you the hours in a day I will often "waste" from my point of view at times, looking for something that was in my hand just a few seconds before. Its frustrating and grrrrr making.
Yet the reading, I wonder if particularly that was THE test from God. As to not read would have included The Bible. And knowing that, kept pushing on. And He has blessed me richly for it. As tho memory of reading is still very precarious, I now read and enjoy and understand as its being read, and find more enjoyment out of reading, than probably very little else. Outside of Scripture the Puritan writers are never far away, and a must read in my opinion, for people who want to learn to use applications from Scripture. Two books a week is often my average. And for someone who when very young was an avid reader, and then went twelve years without reading anything cos the problems with reading and understanding were present but didn't know why at the time, it speaks to me of God's goodness and power. Especially after the twelve years of drought as far as reading was concerned, the first book to be picked up was the Bible, and somehow, despite everything at the time, especially being in a state of utter unbelief, I got through every word in it.
Okay, so I digressed and tangented! But the bottom line is, cos someone may not fit the 'norm' in what a lifestyle represents, don't pidgeon hole them into what you assume. In many cases it may be right, (I know this from folks I have known well) but don't throw the baby out with the bathwater, as business and something to aim at, is what keeps me plugging on from day to day. Nothing like a goal being reached when you get there. And like with the persisting with reading, when it did at the time seem pretty pointless, I believe that God will bless for it, in some way! And think sometimes the sheer hardness and difficulties that present themselves from day to day, is cos God knows exactly what I need to keep me going. And the word "no" which is often what getting over the difficulties seem to represent, have always spurred me on to say, "why not?" "will if I want!" And they continue to do so.
blagging on my blagging on my blog will be resumed hopefully later. I was incapacitated..but are working on an article which does have foundation, about my conspiracy theory, (one of many) as regards the British Royal Family!
Stay tooned.
And in my hunt for info, I came across an article as regards Phil Spector, and his battle with schizophrenia, and how he describes it as"A Devil Inside"
I ain't a cat person! Even before one murdered my dog! But with a dog, you know you are getting exactly what it says on the packet. However, with a cat, you buy a cute, fluffy little kitten, and could end up with something mammoth like this! Yikes!!
And after answering the six questions, it said, and I quote:
Are you a Crusade kind of person?
Voice of Reason
I don't support Crusades, but I think that people should wake up and smell the truth!
Could this voice of reason thing, be the first clue that I ain't actually suffering from sanity problems? huh?
Take the test yourself! Let me know what the results said. Answers on a postcard Please!
Here's an example of two of the six questions asked:
5. What are you usually doing on a Saturday or Sunday?
Depends, but I`m attending church at some point. Spending ALL day at church. Usually going with a friend to church. Sitting at home, reading a book.
6. When you debate, do you get mad?
Never. It`s just a debate. Chill. Sometimes, when the people are stupid. I don`t really debate much. Yeah. Everyone just needs to realize I`m right already. Sheesh!
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of the world-famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, was not above telling tales about himself in which he was the laughing-stock.
Here is one of those stories. As he tells it, he was waiting at a taxi- stand outside the railway station in Paris.
When a taxi pulled up, he put his suitcase in it and got in himself. As he was about to tell the taxi-driver where he wanted to go,
the driver asked him: "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
Doyle was flabbergasted. He asked the driver whether he knew him by sight.
The driver said: "No Sir, I have never seen you before."
The puzzled Doyle asked him what made him think that he was Conan Doyle.
The driver replied: "This morning"s paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi-stand where people who return from Marseilles always come to. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The ink-spot on your right index finger suggests to me that you are a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French. Adding up all those pieces of information, I deduce that you are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."
Doyle said: "This is truly amazing. You are a real-life counter-part to my fictional creation, Sherlock Holmes."
The picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything. But hey! Who cares!!
Practical Joke Lands Pennsylvania Man In Jail
PENNSYLVANIA - A sick practical joke ended with a Pennsylvania man laughing himself all the way back to prison. Jeffrey Barber apparently thought it would be a regular laugh riot to scare his wife by pretending he had been shot. After firing his .22-caliber rifle in the house, the 44-year-old proceeded to smear himself with tomato sauce and lay on the floor. When the missus called 911 to come to her husband's aid, the police found he was very much alive, and violating the terms of his parole by owning several guns. Barber pled guilty to illegal ownership of the firearms, and had to face the mandatory sentence of 15-years to life.
I had the first wasp of this year in my bedroom today. I shrieked as for some reason it was attracted to my perfume. And then my dad called to see what the problem was, and I shrieked again, louder as the striped bomber was dive-bombing me! Anyhow, after decided that the wretched thing was out to get me, I went out onto the stair area, and left dad to get rid of it. Apparently I had made so much noise at this intrusion, there was an old guy over the road who kept stopping and looking up at my window, my dad said.
Afterwards, I said to dad. I miss Scampi. She would have seen it off. She was probably the dimmest, dumbest dog, I ever had, but had an out pouring of gentleness and love that could be seen by everyone who came into contact with her. I think her stupidity was part of her charm. As I'm sure it was the dumb element which made it impossible for her to not, not like people.
We had this rigamarole every summer, during the insect season, right from her being a wee little puppy. I have always made such a racket as described above, if anything buzzes near me or over me, or anywhere within my immediate vicinity. And Scampi got so excited at this hullabaloo, she would join in, all the while jumping up and down on the spot on her back legs. This would happen a few times each summer, and having the French window open downstairs during summer is somewhat of an open invitation for insects to invade. After a few times of this happening, cos she knew what my reaction was each and every time, a few times into it each year, when her memory had been pricked enough, she only had to hear a slight Buzz of some insect and would set off on this jumping up and down, a whooping and a hollering all on her own. It was cute.
Dogs are fun. They love you no questions asked, and as long as you give them what they need to survive, and love back, they will be faithful friends for life. Scamp died just over twelve months ago. She was lost as a loon before she died. Possibly through cancer invading her brain. The vet said when I took her to be put to sleep, that for her to make the noise she was, her brain must be like scrambled eggs. The nite before, I sat with her, trying to be of comfort to her. She even had half a pizza that nite, to try and pacify her, and knowing there was no need to worry about the outcome of it making her sick.
I used to have one rule up front when any man would show interest. Love me love my dogs. They came as part of the package.
I plan to have another dog some time soon. Possibly next year when I know it will be completely within my bounds to manage it. Something small and scruffy, with bags of personality, and a little stroppy. Those are fun dogs. Scampi was just the opposite to that, tho it well describes another dog I had. Yet, she had charm. People used to look at her and say, she has such a kind face. And that surprised me never hearing it said about a dog before. Yet the kind face, reflected her kind, gentle spirit. When comparing the two dogs I had at the time, my beloved Lucy, who was sharp as a button, and a cute, scruffy, stroppy individual with Scampi. The vet would say, often a stupid dog is much easier to live with. And can see how that was true. Stupid and foolishness in both man and beast is not always a bad thing. Intellectuals reason there way through scripture, finding evidence of things in the pages of it that doesn't make any sense to there sense of rationale and reason. But to the foolish and simple, it is accepted without question. A clever dog will look at a stranger and weigh them up, trying to decide what to make of them as individuals, and if to be friendly or not. A foolish, dumb dog like Scampi, everything was so black and white. It was a person. People were made for loving.
(my beloved Lucy. Brain dog of Britain! I would be glad of a brain suchas hers!!)
Here in England, the name of John Wesley even to people completely unchurched is well known. He is the father of Methodism, and the first man to own and breed Jack Russel dogs. (even I was aware of this umpteen years ago.)
He is somewhat held in awe and reverence in all Christian circles. Both, Evangelical, and otherwise. Its not unusual to hear the man quoted as saying this or that, even from the most Reformed in Doctrine pulpit on any given Sabbath.
But, Saint or sinner? Was the man deserving of such respect, even in death?
Wesley's Doctrinal Errors. (some of them)
He denied justification by faith alone.
He Taught Christian perfectionism. (That all Christians even in this life should be sinless) That sanctification is an instantaneous all complete once for all lifetime thing. We are made perfect in this life which basically would mean we have no need for God. (WCF Ch XIII section 2)
He taught in regeneration by Baptism.
Wesleys now over-looked often forgot sin:
He was in illegitimate relationships with other women, while married to his wife.
He perverted the Gospel and tried to bring true men of God down, when he thuoght them too weak to defend themselves.
He lied to promote his teaching, and to defend himself.
Now, we are all great sinners, none of us worthy to be redeemed by the blood of the Saviour. But for those who revere and hold John Wesley, the father of Wesylsianism and great proponent and expounder of Armianism do you really know where this man's resting place is? None of us do for certain. But there certainly has to be doubt in defenders of the True Gospel's mind: To quote Augustus Toplady on Wesley:
"I believe him to be the most rancorous hater of the gospel system that ever appeared in England� (cited in Tomkins, Wesley, p, 173).
And again: " Whom do I condemn?Whom do I impiously consign to future punishment?I condemn no man.I dare not pronounce concerning any man�s eternal state.Herein I judge not even Mr. Wesley himself:though I must tell him that if it be (as I most sincerely wish it may) the divine will to save him, he has an exceeding strait gate to pass through before he gets to heaven (Augustus M. Toplady, �More Work for Mr. John Wesley,� in The Works of Augustus Toplady, London:J. Cornish, 1853, p. 732).
Here lies John Wesley: But are we really sure he got where he thought he was going by his own good works?
Well, I'm all blogged out with blagging on my blog for now...but,
I have every confidence this blog will lead to a book deal, just like it did Will Wheaton!
Do you rmember when this guy was really cute?!? Okay, so I guess he's just got older, but is still quite cute!
Maybe its a good job, I never got to stay in bed. Cos I found I had gone to bed with a chocolate Easter Bunny! But soggy and dented in places, but it survived and is making nice breakfast!
My book from my blog, when the deal is offered, to follow in the good ole starship footsteps of other famous bloggers before, will be called "Beam me up Spocky" |
Best drink of the day. Lovely frothy coffee straight from the pack and the kettle!
A friend bought me a new drinking mug. I have collected mugs over the years. Ones that were pretty, ones that had unusual scenes on them, usually rural, one's with cute fluffy dogs, monkeys, and drat it.. even the Queen at some point! (pass the bucket please!)
But this one is huuuuge. Absolutely humongous. It must hold around half a pint of coffee. Just the way to get the day started. Perfick!
Oh, and if my friend Bethy comes by, do look at the pic of the mug.. it has slurp printed on it!!
If there was another rason to be against, feminism, I'm sure the above says it all. Men with huge bellies and over-flated ego's can often be off-putting, women like the above I think escaped from the nearest Alien abduction unit!
Okay, so I'm shallow. I like to be around men, women, children and furry critters, who don't make me want to put a paper bag over me head!
Okay, so I like weird pictures. Weird is kewl. Just not always eh ok!
Here is an interesting link with plenty of Biblical reasoning Against Feminism
I think the monkey smoking is nicer to look at! But guess she has a nice smile! |
I have actually felt remarkably well today. And praise the Lord it was a Sunday for such a blessing. The pain issues which are part of every day life, are constant, yet that alone is copeable and tho one cant' forget it, it doesn't blight the landscape on its own.
I was however made aware, of unresolved issues, which no doubt boil down to falling short on my part. Unforgivness is one. Sometimes feel the bottle God has for my tears Psalm 56:8will not be big enough to hold them. And can't help but feeling in my fleshful nature that one should not forgive what seems the unforgivable to anyone. I can't reconcile this whole forgiveness thing, of living in this life, knowing what's gone before, knowing that God forgave me, you and anyone else who earnestly called on His name. Think about it then hit a brick wall. But, I'm seeking the Lord, and hoping He will empower me to do so. But how does one forgive half a natural life-time, when essentially, it was others sin which took it? Put that into the mix that any reasonable future may well be lost and have roots in the same cause, it seems impossible to me.
Pray for me. I'm stiff necked on this. And one step forward often results in two back.
I went to bed about three a.m British Time. And after about forty minutes of laying there arose again.
Funny, how life turns out. For years I was given a label, of having a psychotic illness, tho that was always qualified medically as being of atypical of that illness. (not the norm) And this involved auditory and visual disturbances, of varying degrees and kinds.
Yet, now have a neurological condition, and both visual and auditory disturbances go along with that. And have it officially delcared that I am sane. (but please don't spread rumours of that kind. I have my reputation to consider!)
The disturbances are from over acute hearing. I can hear things no one else can, because my ears are that finely tuned. I can even hear at times, the electricity in this house which may sound odd, but tis true. A kind of dull humming that everyone else is deaf to. And smell dinner cooking next door when no windows or doors are open. And this gives rise perhaps more especially in the middle of the nite, for something occurring somewhere, and it sounds like people whispering not far away and certainly within the house. Can't hear what this whispering says, but it gives me the eeejeebies. I have been told its the processing business. The sound is there and my brain doesn't process it correctly. And that is also why in an average sized room to have 280 Watts of electric light bulbs blazing away, and everything looks dim. But this sounds like a sob story, but tisn't. As these strange occurrences just really reinforce exactly how intricatly we are made. Whoever thought we could have got here by accident rather than by intelligent design, I think should spend a month on this side of my body.
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Do you remember the days, when any contract was not and could not be signed, in any type of market place without a hand-shake and signing on the dotted line to agree to the proposed deal?
Well, with the age of technology, and now online buying and selling in almost any sphere, and over the telephone too, you can easily take out a contract, and agree to a deal in less formal ways. But one irony that seems to shout loudly how the market it always on the sellers side, is if you want to cancel a contract of some kind, and you originally made the deal either by computer or over the telephone, that to cancel it, you have to go through all the similar processes in reversal as to when taking it out, but you then ALSO have to put it in writing to the company and sign on the dotted line.
When no such stipulation was made at the beginning of the deal. I object to this. Loudly. But not a fat lot to do about. I have cancelled several things no longer required in the last few years, and each time almost exclusively have been taken out by telephone or online, and once they have become surplus to requirements and wanted to cancel it, have felt led to Grrr loudly about sending a hard copy and signing on the dotted line.
DODI MUST DIE!
(my beloved Lucy. Brain dog of Britain! I would be glad of a brain suchas hers!!)
Do you rmember when this guy was really cute?!? Okay, so I guess he's just got older, but is still quite cute! 
