Personality Test

My Personality

Neuroticism	97
Extraversion	63
Openness to Experience	49
Agreeableness	2
Conscientiousness	46

You tend to lack energy and have difficult initiating activities, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You are not affected strongly by human suffering, priding yourself on making objective judgments based on reason. You are more concerned with truth and impartial justice than with mercy, however you are not adverse to confrontation and will sometimes even intimidate others to get your own way. You have a strong sense of duty and obligation, and feel a moral obligation to do the right thing.

Welcome to the most messed up week of my life.

Monday

I came home one night last week, monday to be exact, to find my the only person in the world that I really hate sitting on my couch feeding my daughter a bottle. I don't want this person (btw's her name is Sunny) near my babies much less holding them. My now ex "significant other" had invited Sunny over. My issues with Sunny are very simple to understand. Sunny was trying to ruin our relationship and she didn't even try to hide it. I took my precious daughter away from Sunny and I calmly and rationally told her to get out of my house that she wasn't welcome there. My daughter and I went to anther room where I finished feeding her, and put her in her bed. I went to the kitchen to put the bottle in the dish washer and glanced out the window over the sink. There they were. In the driveway. Kissing. Not just a little peck on the cheek either. Really going at it. I was absolutely fumming. Yet beleive it or no this is not caused us to break up. Sure it got the train in motion but I believe I could have gotten past this.
These where just the events of one night.
More to come later.

Let Me Introduce You to My Twins

Addison and Aiden.

My perfect little ones. They are 11 weeks old. They make my life worth living. I love them so much. Its a little weird how I went from only caring about myself to wanting nothing but the best for them even if that means I have to go without something. I want to make the world better just for them. I would do anything for them. Keep all hurt and anguish away. Make sure Addison's little heart never gets broken. Teach Aiden to be the perfect gentleman. I want them to grow up to be the kind of teenagers and adults that this world could use some more of. They are just so innocent. So perfect.

Wow!

I'm such a klutz. I really don't know how I have survived for 22 years. I am constantly falling and getting hurt. I have this wondrous ability to fall UP the stairs but that's not what happened today. Today Aiden and Addison had a doctors appointment. I was putting Aiden in the car. I opened the car door and smacked myself in the face with it. It didn't really hurt at the time. I was just stunned I guess. I had almost dropped my precious baby in the process and my only concern then was to make sure he was okay. It hurts now though. My jaw is now swollen to twice its normal size and I have a huge bruise on the side of my face. I feel like such an idiot. How is it possible that I hurt myself with a car door?

7 Things You Never Knew About Me

1. I don't eat anything green. No green jelly beans. No broccoli. I know that is very childish but its just me.
2. I don't own anything purple. I promise this isn't all gonna be about colors.
3. My parents have always called me Princess Di. My middle name is Diana so they thought it was cute. When I was probably 9 or 10 I thought it was bc they actually wanted me to die. I was a very morbid child.
4. I love Cherry Dr Pepper.
5. I always wear pink panties.
   
6. I have a tattoo of a music note between my toes.
7. I don't like to be outside but I love to feel the sunshine on my skin.
   

To blog or not to blog

Obviously I choose to blog. It is a wonderful way to express your opinions, vent about your day, and relieve frustrations. The best thing is that if someone doesn't like what you think they don't have to read it. So you aren't forcing your opinions on others and you sill get the satisfaction of making them heard by those who have the same types of opinions or interest. Most of the time I blog about how my day was or if something interesting happened. If I have an issue with someone it will definitely be in my blog that day. No names of course maybe initials so that the people who know me will know who I'm talking about. Blogging keeps me sane. It helps me control my feelings and gives me a excellent place speak my mind without causing problems in my life.


It gives me a little cash too. If you want to help me earn some dough click on an ad. It only takes a second and will help me out tremendously.

Teenagers, AHHHH!

My little sister just turned 14. Wow. It has really been 14 years. I remember when she was born. I was 9 and I thought she would be my new best friend. Of course that didn't happen. By the time she was old enough to play with me I was more interested in boys. I'm not exactly sure when most kids turn in to teenagers. I know they are officially teens at 13. But when do the hormones and mood swings start? Well, for my sister today was that magical day. I picked her up from school and there was the usual banter. You know what I'm talking about.

I say "How was school?" and she spins of in to every single thing that she can possibly think of.

"Rainy sat with me at lunch and now Dakota is mad at me. It wasn't my fault. Why is she mad at me?"

I took her home and went on with my afternoon. I was at the grocery store when I got a frantic call from my mother .

"You have to come over and help me get your sister under control!"
" Wait. What!?!?"

My usually sweet, well behaved sister had lost her mind. I went to see if I could help. I could hear her screaming from the drive way. I walked inside just in time to see something sail across the room. A door slammed and then it was so quiet.
I knocked on her door and went in. She was sitting on her bed crying.

"What's wrong babe?"

"They said I have to clean my room. I don't want to. They can't make me. I won't do it. Ever. My room could be the biggest mess in the world and I still wouldn't do it."

I looked around. Her room was clean except for two shirts and a book laying in the floor.

TWO SHIRTS AND A BOOK!?!? All of that over two shirts and a book. WOW!