Personality Quizzes

img_0458Every once in a while I get really obsessed with taking personality tests. And then I have to remind myself that they are just for fun because I am definitely prone to overanalyzing them. (what personality type is that? (; ) Here are some of my results.

Meyer’s Briggs/16 personalities – I honestly can’t tell how these are any different from each other, but I’ve taken each of them multiple times with slightly different results. I have narrowed it down and am pretty sure I am either an ISFP or ISFJ.

Enneagram- I keep hearing about this and just got a book about it. I think mostly only Catholics know about this one? Anyway, it’s pretty interesting, and I am a definite type 6-The Questioner.

The Color Code-This is the first one I ever heard about and it drove me so crazy because I didn’t really fit any of the types-always between a blue and a white, but I didn’t want to be a white.

Pottermore-The most fun for sure. I am a Ravenclaw/Pukwudgie, and my Patronus is a Chestnut Mare. (Ted took the test and got a pheasant lol.)

In other news, it’s the last day of the month! That means that we sign on our house tomorrow!!!!!, and also that this project is almost over. I think I did pretty good, just missing a couple days between the rough election and being out of town. I’m not as anxious for it to be over as I thought I would be, and actually have a couple ideas I never got to. But I must say it will be nice on those days when I haven’t written anything until late at night and then feel guilty until I write. Thanks to anyone who read it all!

 

Go to bed Elise

Why is it that I can’t wait for bed all day, and then the second the boys go to sleep I am ready to party all night long and barely ever get to bed before midnight.

Anyway, I am still feeling a need to find some little way to help make our country kinder and more inclusive. Since that has been on my mind a lot, this sweet commercial really got to me.

 

One Year Ago

IMG_0038I was looking at some pictures from about a year ago, and remembering this crazy storm that hit us in Spokane just about a year ago.

I was playing on the floor with Julian in his room when we started hearing the wind getting louder and louder outside and then all of a sudden the power went out. It was around 3:00 in the afternoon, but in Spokane in November, that means the sun is almost completely set already. We hunkered down for a few hours and had fun lighting candles and burrowing under blankets and watching a movie I had downloaded on my laptop. I didn’t realize anywhere near the extent of the damage until Ted got home and told me how many trees were knocked down on top of houses and power lines and in the middle of the streets. IMG_0695IMG_0761

Here’s Julian’s first date when we were at the mall warming up with some friends.

 

We heard through some friends from church that some areas had their power go out and come right back on. So when we went to bed that night, we assumed it would be back on in the middle of the night sometime. Instead, we woke up to Julian crying in his bed and realized how cold the house had gotten. I bundled him up in his snowsuit and under a bunch of blankets, but it was pretty miserable.

The next morning, Ted had to go to work like usual, and I was planning on babysitting for a friend at their very very cold house. We were all bundled up and I got all the kids to play a lap running game to try and warm us up, but it was still see-your-breath kind of cold. Plus, no way to cook food for any of the kids, so I kept staving off their hunger with trail mix and granola bars.

After my friend got back, I decided to drive around a little bit to let us thaw out and charge my phone. Also, I was a little curious about the damage the storm had done, and it was really kind of terrifying and amazing to see the wreckage. We hit up Fred Meyer and it looked like it had been looted, and only half the power was on.

By that point we were starting to realize that this wasn’t a quick fix kind of thing. Luckily, some friends who had gotten their power back offered to take us in that night so Julian didn’t have to freeze again. And that’s basically how we spent the next few days-crashing with different friends, going between their houses and the YMCA where I took hot showers, only darting into our cold, smelly (from the tragic amounts of food that had gone bad and dishes we couldn’t do) apartment to grab fresh clothes or supplies.

Then all the houses across the street from us got their power back…that was some nice salt in the wound. We were invited to a Friendsgiving with some of Ted’s co-residents and I was signed up to bring like three dishes, which I cooked by completely taking over one of our nice friends’ kitchens. On our way back from the dinner, we stopped by our place out of hopeful curiosity, and…the porch light was on. That was one of the most wonderful sights I have ever seen. The whole experience made me so grateful for heaters and refrigerators and dishwashers, but even more grateful for kind neighbors and generous friends. IMG_0684

Meal Plan

img_1368It’s a little tricky planning for this week since we’re packing and moving, but hopefully this will add a little order to all the chaos.

Sunday-Spinach Ricotta Lasagna

Monday-beans and rice/ pumpkin cheesecake

Tuesday-spanish tortilla

Wednesday-leftover lasagna and this salad

Thursday- Gran’s here! Indian takeout!

Friday-pizza

Saturday-moving day! whatever we can scavenge…

Thankful

Thanksgiving in Omaha with the Millers gave us lots to be thankful for. For delicious food, especially Libby’s stuffing and Ted’s mashed potatoes. For kids that used to be babies together and now play beautifully all weekend (with a few screaming/hitting incidents…they are 2-4 year olds after all.) For having these friends from med school close enough that we have seen them twice already since moving here. For nights spent with board games and craft projects long after we should have gone to sleep, but we were just having too much fun. For beautiful sunshine and no snow yet. For leftovers. img_0542img_0530img_0533img_0534img_0536fullsizeoutput_1159img_0538

A public service announcement

If you decide last minute before embarking on a road trip to make a pecan pie,

make sure to read exactly how long it needs to cook

and pay attention when the recipe says it shouldn’t be jiggly

and don’t grab it by its flimsy aluminum sides in a rush to toss it in the car (also maybe don’t make it in a flimsy aluminum pan)

and if you ignore all this good advice, try not to curse as the molten hot corn syrup comes gooshing out the sides all over your hand and the floor which will probably soon be covered in ants

That is all.

 

Julian Right Now

img_4685img_4690img_4694img_4699img_4701img_4705On a whim, I stopped at a playground on the way home from the gym. The park was deserted-it was still 51 degrees out, but a pretty gloomy day-and Everett had fallen asleep. So I parked right next to the playground so Everett could stay cozy inside and hopped out with Julian. Usually at a playground, I will hang out on a bench while he plays, but there were no other kids there so I started chasing him around. And the excitement on his face made me feel like an idiot for not always doing it.

In just a couple months our boy will be THREE! So here are a couple things I want to remember about two-year-old Julian.

He talks pretty much constantly whenever he is awake.

His still naps most days, praise heavens.

Our blue plastic spoon is all chewed up and is always either in the dishwasher or his hand because no other utensil is acceptable.

Went through a little phase where he would flop to the floor immediately if anybody told him not to do something.

He says “I’m your friend, mama?” out of the blue.

He has a deep obsession with Cars, The Lovebug, and probably any other movie featuring sentient cars.

He has the funniest memory for things. A couple weeks ago, the little boy I  babysit bit Julian and now every time we talk about him, Julian says “Gabriel bite my hand.” Or every time we FaceTime with my mom, he goes and gets the truck she sent him to show her.

He calls puddles “puds,” pieces of bark “mikeys” smoothies “foo-foo,” and his blanket “mokie.”

We asked him what we should name our dog someday, and he said “skeeter-dodo.” I actually really like Skeeter for a dog.

Loooooves going to nursery.

When he is being especially defiant, he says “No way Jose” very seriously like it’s the only thing strong enough to express his opinion.

Sometimes I will be going about my business and realize the house is extra quiet and Julian will just be patiently hiding behind the stroller or underneath the table.

Has to say all of the prayers. Almost always pretends like he doesn’t want to say it until we have started and then interrupts us tearfully to say that he wanted to say it, how could we say it without him.

He calls marshmallows mushrooms which cracks me up when he asks me over and over for mushrooms.

If he doesn’t like something he’s eating, he will let it fall out of his mouth on to the floor and refuse to pick it up. (not my favorite little quirk.)

In short, he is supremely frustrating and supremely endearing and just the funniest little guy I know. img_4686