Right Brain/Left Brain Quiz The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realizing your right brain/left brain tendency will help you to interact with and understand others. Left Brain Dominance: (16) Right Brain Dominance: (16) Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz

This reminds me of the time I took the Advocates Political Quiz and wound up with “Centrist”.

On a semi-related topic… I’ve seen the cartoon “Pinky and the Brain” a time or two, and I’ve noticed that my neighbor (across the way) bears a striking resemblance to Brain. I’m not kidding. The top half of his head is HUGE, but his jaw and chin seem exceptionally tiny. I hardly ever catch sight of him, but when I do I can’t help but stare. And giggle. Quietly, of course. I wouldn’t want to offend the man who might one day take over the world.

I’m sort of fascinated by him too. I mean, how does he manage to walk without tipping over? His neck muscles must be incredibly strong.

I said “Hello” to him once. He nodded back. And while I was utterly mesmerized by the movement, in the back of my mind a little voice whispered excitedly…

“OMGawd! The Brain lives next door and he just acknowledged me! How totally awesome is that?!”

That made my day. Heck. I think it made my week.

So. What side of the Brain do you use most?

Are you a middle-brained Brain-loving freak like me? ^*grins*

What is freewriting?

Freewriting : An informal writing activity that allows one to write “freely” without concern for grammar, punctuation, spelling, and other constraints. No editing is done. Typically, in this exercise, one is directed to write without stopping for a set period of time (usually just a few minutes). Currently, we have chosen five (5) minutes for our Freewrite Friday. The choice of topic is entirely up to you, whatever is in your head at the moment you begin to type. Have at it!

I haven’t done one of these since February and I dunno if anyone is even doing them anymore but I’m gonna… February! Wow. Time flies when you’re eating cheese. Whatever that means. So ever since our move in June I’ve sorta felt like I’ve stepped into an episode of the Twilight Zone, either that or Mayberry. Everyone is so freakin’ nice and friendly here. The guy that we rented a storage shed from hand-delivered a pair of crutches to our door because he knew that my son had shin splints at the time. He just up and offered for us to borrow the crutches with no rush on giving them back. Every where i go in this town there are happy, helpful people. They wave and smile and strike up pleasant conversation… even the police wave and smile! And people actually go for walks after dark! Can you believe it? We took all five kids to the library one day and the librarian told us what a great town this was, and I was thinking ‘Duh-oh… figured that one out already’. She went on to say how the kids were going to love going to school here, that the kids weren’t like kids in any other school they went to, that they were real friendly here and my kids wouldn’t have any trouble at all making many friends. And all be damned! She wasn’t blowing smoke. My kids just started school this last Wednesday and they were utterly shocked by how nice all the other kids were. In fact, my daughter was a bit overwhelmed by it all being a ‘don’t talk to me unless I invite you to’ kind of girl. Kid after kid after kid came up to her and just started chatting away. Poor girl, it freaked her out a bit. And as for my son, this was his first time going back to public school after being home schooled for a few years, and truth be told, I was terrified that his first day would be horrible and he wouldn’t ever want to go back. But not so… He said that more than 20 kids struck up conversations with him on the first day and that he’s already made at least three friends. I’m so freakin’ ecstatic about all of this that I’m thinking about pinching myself, but then I’m afraid i’ll wake up to find it all a dream, so I’m passing on the pinching. Stepford town or not, I love this place!

Times up!

Other Freewrite Friday bloggers:
(If they haven’t posted a freewrite this week, read their blog anyway. You’ll thank me for introducing you to some really great bloggers. Go on… You know you want to. )

Shelli
Finn
Randi
Shorti
Trishk
Absurdist
MetalMom
JavaQueen
~ Stacy ~ (Dorannes)

I got up about two hours ago with the intent of jumping in the shower, getting dressed (of course!), and then going to the grocery store. But it hasn’t happened yet.

I checked RPoL, then checked out a friend’s MySpace page. She had a bunch of Blogthings quiz results on her page, so of course I had to take all of the quizzes too. This is how procrastination works, you see. Then, I thought I’d post them on my blog because I didn’t have anything to say. But then I saw Mr. Dyckerson’s comment about my blog being done, so I took a little sidetrip to Dungland. And now I’m back. ALL the worse for wear.

Anybody got any Rolaids? Tums? Draino?

My family has been complaining that we don’t have any food. It’s true… sort of. If you don’t count the Hot Pockets, Bagels, PB&J, Lunchmeat, Cheese, Olives, Milk, Eggs, Heineken, Jello Pudding, Left Over Pizza, and Jalepenos as food. There’s stuff in the pantry too… LOTS of stuff. But I’m told we have no food and I must go grocery shopping. I hate shopping. Really, really, really… much. There’s people out there, you know. With carts. And hips that lie.

*Le Sigh*

Personally, as long as there’s Heineken in the fridge, 100% whole wheat bread, and peanut butter, I’m good to go.

But, enough with the procrastination. I have a family to feed. I must brave the grocery aisles, taking ankles by storm.

Whatever that means.

My brain is in a very strange place today. I’m going to blame it on Mr. Dyckerson. He’s good for that sort of thing.

On that note…

Stacy Was An Eagle

Stacy is able to rise above the details of life and see the big picture. A spiritual being, she tends to go beyond material concerns. (…like groceries)

(I swear, as Beelzebub is my witness, I only changed the pronouns on that one. I AM a dynamo! )

Stacy is a Dreaming Soul

Stacy’s vivid emotions and imagination takes her away from this world, so much so that she tends to live in her head most of the time. (Hey… I resemble that remark.) She has great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all… But for her, following through with her dreams is a bit difficult. But all is not lost… She is charming, endearing, and people tend to love her. (Yay, me!) Forgiving and tolerant, she sees the world through rose colored glasses. (IS there any other color? …Don’t answer that.) Underneath it all, she has a ton of passion that she hides from others. (See, told you so.) Always hopeful, she tends to expect positive outcomes in her life. Souls she is most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

(Now that you know all of my secrets, I’m going to have to close my eyes and make you disappear. But don’t worry… It won’t hurt. I promise. )

Stacy is Storm (No. Really. She is!)

Exotic and powerful, Stacy-Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect her powers, but she is generally serene. (Serene? Ha! Fooled you.) Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

(Maybe I’ll conjure up a hurricane and then I won’t have to go shopping.)

What is freewriting?

Freewriting : An informal writing activity that allows one to write “freely” without concern for grammar, punctuation, spelling, and other constraints. No editing is done. Typically, in this exercise, one is directed to write without stopping for a set period of time (usually just a few minutes). Currently, we have chosen five (5) minutes for our Freewrite Friday. The choice of topic is entirely up to you, whatever is in your head at the moment you begin to type. Have at it!

After I took my daughter to the bus stop this morning, I just had to go back to bed for a bit. Some mornings are like that. I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night. But, I’m thinking that I didn’t get much sleep this morning either because I had a freaky dream. There was this guy with long dark hair and he was in our house rifling through the kitchen cupboards. I think my son invited him in. They seemed to know one another. And then my daughter came into the room, looking curiously at this guy and I just shrugged. The next thing I knew he handed something to my son and then walked into my lliving room and asked if he could use one of our computers. Somebody must have said ‘yes’ because he did. Only, when he sat down at the desk he became someone else, like he split into two people, you know, because now there was one guy at the desk and the first guy standing up scanning all the pictures and whatnot on my walls, and he said, “Oh, I can see all that you have hidden here.” And so I humoured the guy by asking what he saw, as if there really was anythhing hidden. And he takes this painting off of the wall and starts pointing out ‘hidden’ things. And I’m wondering, where the hell did that Star Wars, Darth Vader painting come from? How odd? But still, I just played along. And then there was a knock at the door and the guy walked over as if to answer it, but instead, he removed his top hat and out stepped a really, really tall (leggy) redheaded woman. And I said, “Hum. Neat trick.” And then the guy at the computer got up and said, “They’re coming. We have to get ready.” And the next thing I know, I’m in a different room with the three strangers and they are telling me to ‘get down’ and ‘be quiet’ because one of their agents is about to come through my back door and shoot the bad guy in the other room. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! …WHAT?! I ran into the other room as cops were filling in throught the back door. I ran to my son who had been sleeping and now he was all wide-eyed and confused. I asked if he was okay and then escorted him out of that room and into the living room. But along the way I couldn’t help but sneak a peek… The cops were taking the body out of the room. It was covered with a white sheet, but there was blood seeping through and I saw the top of the dead guy’s head, just some of his matted hair poking out from the top, and then they carried him out the door. When I got to the living room the three strangers were just slipping out the front door and they winked at us right before they…

Times up! The following is just extra…

Boy. That was weird. Just so you know, I was going to type ‘disappeared’. They just went ‘POOF!’ I don’t know why they bothered to use the door then. There were a few other details to this dream that didn’t make it into this post, mostly because I didn’t remember them at the time I should have typed them, so I just moved along. But I just have to say, there was one point where a cigarette was asked for, and the most unusual ‘peace pipe’ I’ve ever seen was given in its stead. Wacky tobacky?

Um, yeah. It is SO time for a cup of coffee now.

Have a terrific Friday!

Check out these other Freewrite Friday’s:
(If they haven’t written one this week, scroll through and read their past posts. It’s fun. Go on, you know you want to.)

Shelli
Finn
Randi
Shorti
Trishk
Absurdist
MetalMom
~ Stacy ~ (Dorannes)

Wanna play along? Everyone is welcome! If you’ve joined in and wrote a Freewrite Friday post, then please let us know by leaving your name and link below. Thanks!

What is freewriting?

Freewriting : An informal writing activity that allows one to write “freely” without concern for grammar, punctuation, spelling, and other constraints. No editing is done. Typically, in this exercise, one is directed to write without stopping for a set period of time (usually just a few minutes). Currently, we have chosen five (5) minutes for our Freewrite Friday. The choice of topic is entirely up to you, whatever is in your head at the moment you begin to type. Have at it!

I’m tired. I have swollen zombie eyes this morning. I don’t know why because I went to bed at midnight instead of 3 am, which is what time i’ve been going to sleep. My capslock key keeps giving me fits. It’s like there is something stuck underneath it that keeps the key from being pushed all the way down, but every time i pop the key to look, I find nothing. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, which is why most of my ‘i’s’ do not get capitalized. My hubby fell down and broke his crown yesterday, but his name isn’t Jack. Actually, I fib. His name is Jack. Actually, I fib again. His name is Bob and he didn’t actually break his crown. He dislocated and fractured his left shoulder. Ouch! I spent about 4 hours in the ER with him. That’ll teach him to climb on shelves, eh? Poor guy… wait-a-minute! He has Vicodin and muscle relaxants. Lucky guy! I can’t think of anything else to say right now. And guess what, that’s a good thing ‘cuz I’ve got about 3 seconds left to…

Times up!

Check out these other Freewrite Friday’s:
(If they haven’t written one this week, scroll through and read their past posts. It’s fun. Go on, you know you want to.)

Shelli
Finn
Randi
Shorti
Trishk
Absurdist
MetalMom
~ Stacy ~ (Dorannes)

Wanna play along? Everyone is welcome! If you’ve joined in and wrote a Freewrite Friday post, then please let us know by leaving your name and link below. Thanks!

“What is freewriting? Freewriting is writing whatever comes to mind, usually writing for a predetermined amount of time without regard to spelling, grammar, structure, etc. and no editing is done. We have chosen five minutes for right now, we will add or subtract from that in the weeks to come as we see fit.

So far we have Shelli, Finn, Randi, Shorti, Trishk, and Absurdist (will you remember this week?) If you’d like in, let one of us know. If you joined in this week, let us know that too so we can link you! And check out the others. It’s fun!”

—MetalMom

I forgot that it was Freewrite Friday, until I saw MetalMom’s comment. So I thought… Jeez! I better write something. I’m trying to get ready to go to St. Louis for the weekend. Meand my kids are going to meet my mother there, then we plan on going to the Science Center, the museum (by the zoo), Union Station, and maybe The Spaghetti Factory. Yum! I love spaghetti! Lalalalalalala… I hate brussel sprouts and my mom always made me eat at least two when she made them for dinner. I couldn’t even pass those nasty things off to my dog ‘cuz he wouldn’t eat them either! I’m supposed to be leaving here in less than two hours and i haven’t even packed yet. I’ve had one cup of coffee though, and fed the dog, so that’s a good start. Oh, and I put in a load of laundry, whcih i just now realized is ready for the dryer. Damn. I have a whole 2 more minutes to type here. I wonder if I’ll find anything interesting at Union Station? I have some fun money to spend. But, my favorite part of the trip is going to be the museum. The first time i went there was with my father about 20 some odd years ago. My mom likes to gamble and she wants to go to the new casino in town. I hate gambling, so I hope she doesn’t want me to go with her. If she does, I think I’ll bring my book and just read while she loses all her money. I might play roulette, ‘cuz I like that game. But, I won’t put more than $20 bucks on…

Outta time.

Have a great weekend, folks!

Wanna join in? Well have at it! Write up your Freewrite Friday post, then leave your link and visit some/all of the other FF posts to let us know.

This post is brought to you courtesy of Shelli’s thought bubble via MetalMom’s blog. …If that makes any sense. It’s a fun, little thing called ‘Freewrite Friday’, and since I haven’t done a Fiction Friday posting in eons, I thought I’d give this here idea a try. Besides, anything that involves MetalMom makes me smile. Sometimes I shudder, but it’s fleeting, and generally followed by a hearty chuckle. Anyhoo, to quote my dear friend…

“What is freewriting? Freewriting is writing whatever comes to mind, usually writing for a predetermined amount of time without regard to spelling, grammar, structure, etc. and no editing is done. We have chosen five minutes for right now, we will add or subtract from that in the weeks to come as we see fit.

So far we have Shelli, Finn, Randi, Shorti, Trishk, and Absurdist (will you remember this week?) If you’d like in, let one of us know. If you joined in this week, let us know that too so we can link you! And check out the others. It’s fun!”

—MetalMom

What!? No grammar, spelling, or structure required? See? THIS is why I shudder.

*heh*

O-Kaaay! Here goes: Freewrite #1

I’m cheating. It’s Thursday morning and i’m wirting…writing my Freewrite Friday. It’s just that I keep having these random thoughts flowing through my head, and I figured now was a good time to write them down. Like, I don’t feel like me lately. I feel like soomeone completely sucked the Stacy out of me. I’m all gone, stuffed in a dark corner without any chocolate. Whatever that means. Were going to move soon, I hope. We had a duplex picked out and then the landlord called to say that since he just put new carpet in the place, he had decided to change his pet policy. We have a small dog. Just two days earlier he had said that dogs were okay. Now this? I really wanted to move into that duplex. It was just perfect. It was within walking distance from my daughter’s school and closer to Bob’s work than we are now. It had room enough for our entire family; all new appliances in the kitchen, new carpeting, a lovely deck off of the kitchen with large trees in the backyard to block our view of the neighbors. It was soothing. I really, really needed that. Downstairs had a large rec room with a fireplace, a nice sized bedroom, and a separate, nice sized laundry/utility room. The rec room had sliding glass doors that opened out on to a patio (beneath the upper deck). So, now I’m bummed because we’re not getting the place. What a jerk to change his policy on us. But he did say that the owner across the street had a duplex for rent with the same, exact layout, and he would talk to him to see if he would rent to us. I’m still bummed. But I drove by the other place today, and it has tress… trees in the back yard too. So. Now we have to wait to find out if we can rent it. I hate waiting to *know* stuff. I wanna know right now, dagnabit! Do you have any idea how many books and DVD’s I have to pack? Yeesh. It’s downright scary.

Wanna join in? Well have at it! Write up your Freewrite Friday post, then leave your link and visit some/all of the other FF posts to let us know.

La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa

I was gonna blog a post until I got high
I was gonna post a Thursday Thirteen but then I got high
My T13 is gone and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
–’cuz I got high
–’cuz I got high
–’cuz I got high

La da da da da, da, da da da

This is my brain
This is my brain on Cyclobenzaprine
Any questions?

Wait. What am I doing here? Oh, yeah. I’m supposed to be blogging. Here let me try this posting thingy again…

I went to the doctor yesterday because, for the last week and a half, I have had horrible flank pain on my left side. I thought, at first, that maybe I had pulled a muscle. Laundry is a dangerous chore, you know. But then, nothing truly relieved or lessened the pain. I tried ibuprofen, acetaminophen, and one day, I even broke down and took a Vicodin even though I usually barf them right back up. (I’m a narcotics wimp.)

Anyway, nothing helped so I decided that it was time to see the doctor. At this point, I figured that I was probably passing another kidney stone. Oh, the joy. And I was correct, sort of. The doc sent me for a CTscan and bloodwork. It turns out that I have not one, but two stones.

But the nice doctor prescribed some muscle relaxants for me to help ease the pain. Wasn’t that thoughtful of her? And now, here is me, all dopey doped up on Cyclobenzaprine. I swear, an hour passes in the blink of an eye and I still don’t know where I put my phone.

…I think I’ll go make that coffee now.

I finally put up my Christmas tree. I even have wrapped presents beneath it. *gasp!* I think I’m getting the hang of this festive thing. Either that, or I’m really good at pretending.

But, Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone that.

This morning started off with a rather lovely dose of couple-calisthenics, after which I promptly fell back asleep with a smile on my face. However, when I woke a few hours later the day took a horrible turn for the worse. Cramps. Horrible, spreading clean through to my back, female cramps. Ugh. Bah! Crud buckets! Where’s the Ibuprofen!!!

And ya wanna know something funny? Or perhaps I should say ‘ironic’. After four years of procrastinating, I had finally made an appointment for that yearly check up we women are supposed to have. That appointment was for today and I had to reschedule. Ergh.

So… TMI?

In other not so banal news… I have to go grocery shopping today. Oh, wait, that is incredibly boring. My bad. How about some in-depth and incredibly insightful personality tests to excite you? They’re all about me (and my trusty sidekick). How much more exciting can you get than that? (Uh, no need to actually answer that question. Really. Don’t. It’s okay. I don’t mind.)

Feel free to post your own results in comments, ‘cuz my inquisitive mind wants to know.

First up: The Classic Dames

Stacy’s Score: Barbara Stanwyck
Stacy scored 33% grit, 33% wit, 38% flair, and 16% class!

You’re a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it’s not, you’re still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You’ve had quite a climb to get where you are, but you’re a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get…and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit…you’ve got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you’d make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

Classic Leading Man: (Bob’s results)

Bob got ‘Clark Gable’ for this one, but he forgot to give me the html coding to paste his results. So, I’ll just retype them without all the fancy coding here:

BOB’ Score: Clark Gable
Bob scored 33% Tough, 23% Roguish, 9% Friendly, and 33% Charming!

You’re a helluva guy, a real split personality and a bit of an enigma. On the one hand, you’re a man’s man, tough talking and ready for anything. But on the other hand, you soften your rough and tumble core with a disarmingly smooth exterior, and you make the ladies swoon. You’re equally admired by both men and women alike, drinking other men under the table all the while charming the socks off half a dozen lovelies. You’re a commanding presence, and you know how to get what – and who – you want when you want it. You’re drawn to women who, like you, are savvy enough to deal with the world on their own terms. You work well with spitfires. Leading ladies include Joan Crawford, Myrna Loy, and Jean Harlow. No damsels in distress for you.

The RPG Class Test:

STACY’S Score: Monk
51% Combativeness, 53% Sneakiness, 76% Intellect, 52% Spirituality

Pretty much good at everything: You are a Monk!
No, not a monk like those bald medieval guys. The Monk in D&D is a martial artist. They’re smart, they’re capable, they’re spiritual, they’re sneaky when they want to be, and they’re damn dangerous in a fight.
What to say? You scored high on all four categories, which means that you’re probably a well rounded and capable person. Either that or you’re an overly smart and dangerous psychopath.

BOB’S Score: Smart Paladin
55% Combativeness, 50% Sneakiness, 70% Intellect, 63% Spirituality

Valorous! Noble! Or possibly just a self-righteous jerk (but with the brains to keep you alive!)… You are a Smart Paladin!
Paladins are holy warriors. They are valorous defenders of the light. Unfortunately, most of them are so ardent in their defense they tend to meet sticky ends faster than you can say “rampaging red dragon.” Many people look up to Paladins, while others just consider them stuck up, overbearing, or self-righteous.
Fortunately for you, unlike most Paladins, you’re pretty smart. Which means that you’re more likely to fall into the “admired” category, rather than the “obnoxious” or “dead” categories.
Much like the crusades, you manage to combine violence and religion, though unlike the crusades, you add a healthy does of intelligence. You may be a staunch defender of the faith, a valorous champion of the weak, or the stuff that jihads are made of. Which ever one you are, just be happy that you?ve got the smarts to back it up and make it work.

Well, wasn’t that fun!

Ice Storm 2007

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