Miss Understood

So, yes....I deleted my last post. It wasn't a scandalous post by any means, but it was a post that could be misunderstood, or easily judged. Can I tell you one of my fears?
                                           
                                                    Being misunderstood

This isn't a profound or surprising fear...I'm fairly certain that nobody likes to be misunderstood. When we chat on the phone, or even through email there is more control. We can catch most misunderstandings and reverse them. Hopefully. Blogging....that's a whole 'nother thing. When we share our thoughts, happenings, and hopes we leave ourselves vulnerable for judgement or misunderstandings. That's just the way it is, and that's why you will sometimes see me delete a post. Read quickly, friends....you just never know when it will disappear. Ha! Not really. I promise not to be that bad.

So, recently my girlfriend sent me this free Jung/Meyers-Briggs personality test. I found out that I'm an INFJ. Seems I am a protector. Greg took it and found out that he's an ENTJ.... an Executive. We read our profiles to each other and could not believe how accurate they seemed. It actually helped us to understand each other more.....to cut each other a bit more slack because....hey, it's just part of our quirky personality.

Y'know what is interesting? If you read the profile of an INFJ it's pretty clear that I'm just the type who would delete a post for fear of being misunderstood.
 Even my desire to constantly organize yet never feeling organized is characteristic of an INFJ.

Take the test! It was interesting. Let me know what your personality type is. When you find your letters, then go to the personality type page to read your portrait.

Scenes From Our Move

The Internet and phone have been off for days. Crazy chaos. So glad to say goodbye to this floor plan....and those annoying rails (I called them baby gates)

I forgot about this bag of Tansy herb behind the bed. Ummm, the movers thought it was something else. Awkward.

{I think he's checking out my bag of Tansy}

We used my parent's metal cart for everything but the heavy pieces. Our townhouses were about 50 ft apart.

Lots of walking. We are all SO sore. I used muscles I had forgotten about.

Thankfully, the weather was great. That's a smashed pumpkin on the sidewalk....remains from the fall.

{waiting at our new entrance}

We have 2 of these big bears. They had to be carried up and down many stairs and barely made it in. Thank God for removable railings and strong men.

{the door next to us belongs to one of the only people we know in our complex

Our tiny decks are touching}

{so thankful for our new floor plan and our treetop temporary home}

In Which I Lose My Mind

I believe an update about Greg is due.....forgive me for letting it hang in the wind and thank you for thinking of him. He did go for his injection on Thursday. Unfortunately, he was not able to finish his treatment due to extreme....nauseousness. Who would have thunk? He has 3 more procedures to go. Holy Guacamole. 3 more shots in the spinal area....3 more nauseous, yet healing moments.

Have I told you lately.....that I do believe I am losing my memory a bit. The story that I'm about to share has happened to me twice in the last week. Twice! Each time I walked away feeling stumped and bewildered. Or maybe that is how I got into each situation....

So, on Sunday we drove 30 minutes to our favorite grocery store...the one that reminds us of home {Wegmans!}. I need a bit of Wegmans now and then. Greg was wandering the store with the boys as I was moving my way through the crowds. It was SO crowded. I don't like crowds...at all. I get a bit woozy in crowds. For some reason my cell phone would not stop ringing....it was very random.....family and friends from home decided to call all at once {ok, only 3 or 4 calls...but it felt like a lot}. I was working my way through a specialty part of the store...an area that was attached to the main store. Thankfully it was all guiet and calm in there....but it was crowded with merchandise.

As I'm walking down one of the slim aisles....my phone rings as a gentleman starts walking toward me. He's staring directly into my eyes, but he's not smiling. I could barely push my loaded and heavy cart, but I manage to smoosh it out of his way.....give him an eye roll-sorry look and try to allow him to pass. He just stares at me and stops. Umm, awkward. I kept pushing the cart into this corner of the store....trying to get out of his way, he just watched me with this odd look on his face. For a moment I thought...."is this guy flirting with me?".

I fumble with my phone and then he asks......"Is that my cart?"   By George, it was his cart.....his cart loaded with fully paid merchandise all in their own special bags and boxes. Clearly, this was the cart of carts.....and I do believe that he thought I was trying to steal it?? Because I could have....it was paid for....I could have walked right out of that specialty section and into the parking lot. I'm pretty sure I had it for a significant amount of time. Poor thing, he had been searching for it.

I blamed it on the phone.....told him that it would not stop ringing {all those 3 or 4 times} and asked him if he could help me find my cart....which he did...and which happened to be filled with tons and tons of Lean Cuisines!! Of course I would want his cart instead of mine.

The whole scene looked highly suspicious.

I'm not sure if he believed me.....I did hear him chatting with his woman friend about the whole thing. She kept asking why I had their cart. I decided to just grab my LC's and check out of Wegmans. I was done.

*BTW-the LC's were on sale for $1.99, Greg likes to keep them in his office. He must have bought about 20 of them. After hearing what happened, Greg believes that the man...in fact.....did think I was stealing his cart. What can I say?

*The second time I did it....the boys and I were in Trader Joe's. I took a doctor's cart. He was wearing scrubs and was buying Challah. It looked delicious.

Ice Ice Baby

                                    Alright, stop....collaborate and listen.

                                   Ice is back and it's covering everything

         Something grabs a hold of me tightly. I realize it's my man with his back pain... waking me nightly.

Will it ever stop, yo I don't know. Turn off the lights and I'll go....{back to sleep}

To the extreme I rock a coffee pot like a vandal {I make really bad coffee}. Light up a blender and wax a smoothie like a candle.

If there is a math problem...yo I'll solve it...check out the book while my boys revolve it.

        Ice ice baby....... We've got.....lots of.....ice, ice baby.

                                                       Word.

I Have a Special Talent

Maybe it's not a talent....maybe it's my special gift? No. I wouldn't call it a gift or a talent.....though I am very good at it. I'm not even sure my talent/gift/whatever even has a name....it's that special. Personally, I call it....

futinmouthitis  or braindoesntmatchwordsdilema ; definition: When what you are thinking comes through your mouth completely different than you planned. Often, what is said doesn't even make sense or match the conversation....therefore causing the other party to look at you like you are crazy. After being given this look, you later ponder the thought that maybe you are crazy. After contemplating said craziness....you then decide that the other person is crazy and you are...in fact....very sane. Then, upon arrival of sanity, decide that you don't care what anyone thinks of you and , in fact, you wish you could just be yourself and not worry that your words get misunderstood....or miscommunicated. During this roller coaster thought process....you finally think to yourself......oh the heck with it....I am what I am. (of course until the next time it happens...because there will be a next time).

The Twins Vs Mama

The boys and I played a little 2 on 1 this past week. On Tuesday it was baseball.The Yellow Honey Bees .....vs.....

The Pink Petunia. The PP was no match for the HB's.....after a good game...the HB's celebrated with......

....a little bouncing and sliding.

On Wednesday, we switched to some basketball....The Blue Berries vs.....

The Red Pomegranate. BTW-the boys picked all the names. Again...it was a good game, but the BB's outnumbered and outplayed The RP.

Tomorrow, who knows? Maybe a little football.....or maybe they'll get to play one of my sports......bargain shopping or coffee drinking.

Workin' At The Carwash....

Work and work(*listen to Carwash on playlist*)....As soon as we have the least amount of sun and warmth in our town.... we break out the hose and soap. And when I say we.....I mean G-man and the boys.

G-man is very serious about his car washing......supervising and giving direction at all times.

Not an inch of the car goes un-washed. After a couple of seasons of doing this, the 3 man crew runs like a well oiled machine.

Passing the hose back and forth....and staying out of the path of the wind and water was an interesting process.

I could tell that G-man was just aching to jump in and grab the hose for himself, but he resisted.

Me....well I was observing.

staying away from the cold water and eating a snack