Personality Test Mentioned at Sweetney's Blog

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Took a personality test tonight after reading a post at Sweetney's Blog

The test at http://www.kisa.ca/personality did not take long. The results follow...
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Test Results

Your personality type is ISTP.

Introverted (I) 71% Extraverted (E) 29%
Sensing (S) 64% Intuitive (N) 36%
Thinking (T) 55% Feeling (F) 45%
Perceiving (P) 55% Judging (J) 45%

Guess I better go read the rest of the stuff to see how fucked screwed up I am.

Sunset2009Jan

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Took this out a window - didn't even open the window.

This was the ending to a beautiful January day.

My Favorite Acting Stage: The Bar Chapter Six

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Read Chapter Five

Here’s what really happened.
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When we got in the backroom she whispered I was going to be really embarrassed but it was necessary.

After a few moments she asked loudly what the hell was wrong. Did she not do it right? Why did I not respond?

At the same time she was pulling my zipper down. I was not sure what to think.

I tried to think of the most embarrassing moment of my life and decided it was probably now.

She told me later my face was bright red and the act of pulling my zipper up as I walked back out to the bar was perfect.

The couple and the bartender were calling me bad names. They were not happy.

I followed Jane out the front door. She was almost a half block ahead. When she heard me behind her she ducked into a doorway. When I saw her she was laughing hard and holding herself like she had to pee.

She threw her arms around me and said that was perfect but we were not quite done. She slapped her hands together and went running across the street right in front of a car.

I came out holding the side of my face and yelling for her to be careful. She went down the street next to her warehouse and once we were out of site she opened a door with a key and we disappeared just as we heard someone yell.

She ran for another door and I followed listening to her laugh. She disappeared behind the door and I followed just in time to see her go through another door.

As soon as I pushed it opened I saw her bent over with pants down and I backed out. But first I told her I liked her butt. She just laughed.

Within seconds she came out and said that we could leave town now. I started to ask why but she placed a finger over my lips and said later.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed a bag. Together we walked to my rental car and she hunkered down in the seat and asked that I park somewhere people would not be able to see her.

I parked in the underground garage right across from the elevators and cleaned out my room and paid my bill.

When I got back to the car she was napping and did not fully awake until I entered the airport.

I got her a ticket and she started asking questions about home and the company I worked for. I had not yet completely explained everything but I was not worried.

She was very surprised when the flight lasted only forty-five minutes, our bags were waiting for us and my van was waiting for me at the curb thanks to the valet.

When we pulled into my garage five minutes later and I told her I was home she laughed and said it was too easy.

We entered through the garage and two young college girls were wiping down all the appliances in the kitchen.

I introduced Jane to my housekeepers and they made faces behind her back. I think it was the first time they had ever seen me with a woman in my house.

I nudged Jane and whispered she should give them shit. She turned and asked if something was hanging out?

The housekeepers were embarrassed but Jane kept at it quizzing them like they were teenagers caught acting stupid. She asked me why I kept them if they treated people so rudely.

After two or three minutes of verbal abuse she walked toward them and leaned in as if sharing a secret. But her voice was fairly loud when she asked if the rumors were true – was he hung like a whale?

Both my housekeepers broke into smiles realizing they had been had and whispered they heard it was really hard to find and did not last long.

They all laughed and Jane asked for directions to the guest room. The housekeepers kept straight faces and offered to make up the bed but Jane said she could manage and started up the stairs.

At the top she turned and asked if I was coming. I smiled and followed her up the stairs.

When we got to the guest room she thought she had the wrong room. I told her it was all hers. She was surprised the connecting bathroom was almost as big as her entire city apartment and was equally surprised about the Jacuzzi tub.

She found the sheets and when I offered to help she laughed and said she had to remember how to do it. It didn’t take her long.

She asked when she would have an interview. I told her whenever she was ready.

She asked what she should wear – should she show some skin? Lots of leg? Cleavage? I said all of the above and left her to change.

She met me in the computer room looking like a lady of the night. I told her it was perfect. I did not mention I was surprised at her breast size and the amount of cleavage - she had kept them well hid the past week. When I opened the van door for her she smiled and told me to avert my eyes. I laughed.

We drove to my offices and I parked in a visitor spot. I could tell she was getting nervous. I told her to relax as we walked into the building.

I sat her in the visitor waiting area telling her I was going to announce her at the security desk and some one would get her for the interview. I had to check in at my office.

I walked away assuring her everything would be fine but little did she know I had called and set her up.

Every person in my company came out to talk to her. All of them acted as if they could not remember her name for more then a few seconds and she was called many different names. All of them leered at her, even the women.

I let her sit for about twenty minutes then had another employee come in the front door dressed very conservatively and saying loudly at the security desk she had an appointment for a teaching position.

She was shown in almost immediately. Jane waited a few more minutes and the same woman came back out with a suit. She thanked the suit several times for the job and walked out the door.

Jane went up to the security desk and asked if she had been forgotten. The guard asked why she was here and he told her he thought the woman that just left got that job. Jane sat back down looking totally dejected.

A few minutes late I sent “Mother” to get her. Mother is exactly that. About sixty-five and runs my HR department - she mothers everyone. She ruthlessly quizzed Jane about stuff she should have never been asked.

Jane told me later she could see the joy in Mother’s eyes but she was not sure where the joy was coming from.

Mother led her to my office where I was sitting in one of two guest chairs. Jane told me she was really glad to see me. She detailed what she had heard and seen.

About this time the girl that had pretended to be hired and the guy escorting her came into the office. Mother came back in and motioned for me to get up so I moved behind the desk.

Then the guard came in and gave his wife, the new hire, a big kiss and hug and then Mother welcomed Jane to the company and introduced Ted, the guy, as her equal and introduced the President and owner of the company – me.

Jane called me several names - the guard shut my door as we all laughed.

Mother and I discussed Jane’s pay, duties and office assignment. She had Jane fill out W-4s and when she checked them she commented we had someone else living on Airport Road.

After a few moments Mother turned bright pink when she realized the address was mine. Jane leaned over whispering she was in the guest room but working towards the master bedroom.

We could hear Mother laughing all the way back to her office.

Ted showed her the training section and introduced everyone. Ted confided the section had been overworked for several months and were sure glad for the help.

Jane mentioned she thought she was only doing the weekend installations. One of the other girls told her if that was true she would make sure Jane got anything she wanted up to and including her husband. Jane asked for the keys to the master bedroom.

I gathered back up to meet all the others. She was surprised I had so few employees but after talking with a few of them she understood I didn’t need any other employees – the ones I had worked hard and were well paid .

Her training coworkers had invited her out for drinks after work so I left her to fend for herself.

At home the housekeepers had just finished. They told me they bought flowers and candy for the guest room. They had also laid out steaks for supper and made sure the grill was clean.

And Jane wondered why I kept them – they had served many a party for me – I would miss them when they went off to a real college.

Jane showed up right after work hours and changed into jeans. Said she didn’t want to show the whole world her bikini wax.

She was back an hour later and not very happy. Her anger scared me and I don’t scare easily.

TMI Tuesday #169 - Back to TMI Basics

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TMI Tuesday #169 - Back to TMI Basics



1. On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
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On the days I get it 10 - days I don't it's a zero. I have very few zero days,very few.

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?

Shoving is allowed as long as I can be aggressive too-like spanking her, holding her down and talking real dirty. Oh wait, she likes that anytime....

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?

Yes, I'll marry you-morning wakeup bj,she was very romantic...


4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex?

So many places-balcony of a jazz club while the band played-open house bathroom while the realtor waited for us-hospital after rotator cuff surgery-am I a pervert or what?

5. How do you liked to be kissed?

With almost any part of her body...

Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?

Could not wait so stopped at a lake under a bridge to get it on; didn't see the boat with the fishermen until they applauded...

Damn, I need a cigarette...or...

How To Write Faster

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I read a post about writing faster and decdied to try it.
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Just sit and type using caps to make notes to yourself WIPE OFF DESKTOP but to simplywrite and not worery about anything but your thoughts.

Since I already can type very quickly and know whenr I have hit a wrong key I susallt goback (CHECK TO MAKE SURE BURNERS ARE OFF) and fix it right away but this way I am not re-reading anytihgn nor checking fro typos – I;m just making sure I am typein the correct key every so often.

It is reallt weird to type with my eyes closed but it is kinda of fun. In reality I do not have to close my eyes – unless I DID SPYWARE SCAN FINISH kick the font point up to around thirty I can read the test anyway.

My typing assistant is going buts –it usually says each letter I trype but if I am typing too fast it reverts to saying each word – and even then it hesitate when I misspell something.

Guess I should turn it off beucuasye it is a distraction.

OK, no more words from the computer. I kuust hope my fingers are on the right key otherwise my typing might look l ike rgus (See if you can figure out that last word).

I am done and now I have copied the above and will correct it:

I read a post about writing faster and decided to try it. Just sit and type using caps to make notes to yourself but simply write and not worry about anything but your thoughts.

Since I can already type very quickly and know when I have hit a wrong key I usually go back and fix it right away but this way I am not re-reading anything nor checking for typos – I’m just making sure I am typing the correct key every so often.

It is really weird to type with my eyes closed but it is kinda of fun. In reality I do not have to close my eyes – unless I kick the font point up to around thirty I can’t read the text anyway.

My typing assistant is going nuts – it usually says each letter I type but if I am typing too fast it reverts to saying each word – and even then it hesitates when I misspell something.

Guess I should turn it off because it is a distraction.

OK, no more words from the computer. I just hope my fingers are on the right key otherwise my typing might look like rgua (See if you can figure out that word).


So that was my little experiment. It was fun and only took about five minutes total – and I am nearly blind.

My opinion – I’m going to try the technique on a longer story. I do believe it might be faster and fun.

Searching For Her Voice

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I’ve been following someone on twitter for a while now. I can’t even tell you how I found her – don’t know if twitter or her blog came first.
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But she reminded me of another girl (young lady – woman – take your pick – they are all girls to me) that was also searching for her voice.

Many years ago a student was having problems finding her style or as she called it, her groove. She showed so many emotions but they all seemed fake.

She had an absolute lack of confidence but she hid it so well it took me two semesters to figure it out.

She was outspoken, could converse with anyone about anything and was always laughing. Shy, quiet were not words used to describe her.

But her eyes didn’t laugh. They were not dull just cool but not exactly cold – like I said it took me two semesters to figure it out.

She was most popular among the male students looking for whatever during breaks. Besides her looks and the fact that she could smoke two cigarettes in the time I smoked one, she was ‘fun’ to be around. But any invites for a date or an after class drink were quickly declined.

She was the only student that stayed late on more then one night of the week to use the school’s computers – most students did their work at home or work.

I eventually gave her permanent permission to use the lab any time she wanted. Some weeks her name would be the only one listed on the sign-in sheet – many times after midnight into the early morning hours. I once heard her males students comment about the lack of a sex life. I laughed with them – it was funny.

I had a rule about office hours and phone calls. Come visit or call and discuss just about anything you wanted or didn’t understand.

But I would not give out answers. They were at school to learn and if they discovered the answers themselves, future answers would come much faster and they would feel so good about doing it themselves.

She never came or called. She was one of the best students I have ever taught but something was wrong and I could not put my finger on it.

One evening after a particular stressful evening of ‘fixing’ an upgrade to the network servers I wandered through the lab on my way out of school to make sure everything was still working.

She was at her usual workstation in the back of the lab but she was crying. When she saw me she quickly recovered but I could tell she was very upset.

I plopped on the desk next to her and asked if she needed the same thing I did. She had a big question mark on her face and I told her I had a problem too and I had a quick way to solve it.

She asked how and I told her to pack her things and follow me. I walked out to the parking lot and she asked where we were going. I responded telling her to wait and see.

She followed me to the place where I meditated all of my problems.

When we got out of our cars I told her that maybe she should call her husband to let her know some weird teacher was going to buy her a drink. She laughed and mumbled something and in we went.

In we went to what I called my recreation room or spiritual room or the rubber room. Actually it was where I maintained my sanity.

The bartender, an old friend from my early twenties knew if I brought someone into my sanctuary, they must be special and he treated them accordingly.

We took my usual table and after we both lit a cigarette she asked how this helped me solve my problems. I told her it was a secret and I had not decided if I was going to share it with her.

She laughed and we talked about many different things and she finally seemed to relax. Everyone that came into the bar said hello to me and goodbye when they left.

She asked if I was a regular and I told her a permanent fixture. As the second round arrived I told her I knew of only one way to solve her problem. She asked how and I told her to start talking.

She looked at me like I was crazy. I asked if her emotions were all fucked up and she nodded. I asked if she had any idea what she was going to do and she shook her head. I told her to start talking.

She told me it was personal and I agreed but also pointed out that emotional problems were always personal.

If the problem was logical emotions were not involved – they were not part of the problem. Logic was black and white – emotions were colorful and mixed up.

About this time a young man walked up and set down. He said Hi to her then gave me a high five saying my suggestion had worked perfectly. He was three sheets to the wind but still lucid.

He quoted something his girlfriend had said and wondered what I thought. I told him and he patted my shoulder and said, “Thanks Ole Man” and walked back to the bar.

She asked about the ole man title but a short skinny girl walked into the bar, saw me and dropped into the chair beside her and said because he looks like an old man when he is drunk and trying to walk. I protested but was ignored.

She held out her hand and my student shook it and pleasantries exchanged but no names offered.

The newcomer pointed at me and said I was also called ‘the ole man’ because I was wise and the best couples counselor in the world – she and her boyfriend had not had a fight for almost six months. I was a genius. I might have blushed a little.

My student raised her eyebrows but skinny kept talking. She mentioned that she had become displeased with her boyfriend and had said so and so. That so and so was exactly what the young guy had asked me to explain.

I told her what to do and what to expect. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and skipped away to the young man at the bar.

My student laughed and told me I was not being fair. I was playing both ends against the middle. I told her I always play to win.

She laughed and started talking. Two hours later she started to apologize and I told her to keep talking. She asked if I had any questions and I said it was not my turn yet.

The bartender’s girlfriend came in and together they started to shutdown the bar. My student said it looked like we would have to continue this later. I told her to keep talking, we had more time before I got kicked out.

After all the drunks were outside looking in and most of the lights turned off the bartender told us it was self-serve time and to have a good night.

She looked perplexed and I asked if she had a curfew or someplace she had to be – she shook her head and I told her I had a key – as long as we wiped off our table when we left we were fine.

Then she told me that she and her husband had separated two years earlier and she was living with her parents. She worked the midnight shift at a truck stop the next city down the Interstate on weekends to pay her expenses.

I told her to keep talking.

I could hear the birds starting to sing and knew daylight would soon arrive when she finally quieted.

We had switched to coffee a couple of hours previously but she remained relaxed. She asked again if I had any questions. I told her one.

She waited and after a pause and most of my last smoke I asked if she had ever talked to anyone else about her emotions. She shook her head. I told her problem was solved and she looked surprised then shocked and then relieved.

I told her to talk. She described how she felt and could not believe how relaxed she felt. A great burden had been lifted and then she covered her mouth and called herself a dipshit.

I laughed and wondered if she knew of any place could get a good breakfast. After we shut off the coffee pot (she cleaned it and the table) she told me to follow her.

When we got to the truck stop I asked if I could invite people to join us. Absolutely she said so I called my house and told the roommates that breakfast was on me and told them where.

About five minutes later my roommates joined us and introductions were made. The student commented on how fast they got there but none of us replied.

The roommates were in their scrubs and told the student that they very seldom let me eat out. They worked the cardio floor and would order me an appropriate breakfast.

The student was surprised when they ordered scrambled eggs, sausage links, home fries, three biscuits with gravy and a side order of French toast. They also ordered juice and decaf coffee.

The waitress asked one of the roomies what she wanted and both roomies said they would share mine.

I never said another word except goodbye. One of the roomies asked if I had treated her right – was she satisfied?

The student had a BIG question mark on her face when the same roommate commented that there was only one thing a man and woman did after leaving a bar and not checking in until five AM at breakfast.

The student had fear in her eyes when the other roommate apologized for her friend’s sick humor and we all had a good laugh.

At the end of breakfast the student had two new friends and I wanted the thirds my roommates had eaten - the food was fantastic. My roommates invited her for drinks and dancing the next night.

When the student asked how to get to our home we all pointed across the road to a wooded area. She laughed and was surprised she had never seen us here at the restaurant.

A roommate said they had better things to do in the mornings than getting out of bed plus everything we had just eaten was not usually on the menu.

The student is still a close family friend. She and her husband tried it again but he refused to talk to me so I could not help with counseling.

The student graduated with honors and a twinkle in her eye. The cool look disappeared the night we talked. She never talked to me about her problems again. But her and the roommates talk as least three times a day.

She and her new now old husband and four grown kids visited us to celebrate her sixtieth birthday. I was very surprised to learn she was older then me.

And her confidence problem – it took several more years but she finally found her ‘groove’ or voice and is the President of the IT department of a large health network.

Even today she second guesses herself but she finds it much easier to deal with it now. My only complaint – she won’t shut up when she visits.

Be careful what you wish for.