Blogtember - Personality Test

Take this short personality test and respond to your results.

I actually had to take this test SEVERAL times in college. So many times in fact, that I should have memorized my results, but I've always felt my answers were pretty spot on. Except I don't feel like I judge others.. at least I don't like to think I do.

ESFJ

Extravert(44%)  Sensing(25%)  Feeling(38%)  Judging(33%)

• You have moderate preference of Extraversion over Introversion (44%)
• You have moderate preference of Sensing over Intuition (25%)
• You have moderate preference of Feeling over Thinking (38%)
• You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (33%)

I love to be surrounded by people. I love alone time, but I enjoy being social any time I'm given the opprotunity. Another characteristic of ESFJ's is that they enjoy being in charge. Yahtzee! I can never sit back and let others have control for long. It's a horrible flaw of mine. It's not that I can do it better, I just feel like I need to help. This makes others like me though, because I am always willing to pitch in and help!

Apparently myself and every other ESFJ's wear their heart on sleeve. You never have to worry about what I am thinking, I am a very wide open book. I cannot hide my emotions even if I try. ESFJ's get their feelings hurt easily. I, on the other hand, do not. I very rarely take things to heart and let a lot of things roll off my back like it was nothing. 

"ESFJ's are care takers and constantly sense danger all around" I can attest that I always see the oppotunity for something to go wrong. I was never the girl you wanted to go out with, because I was always afraid of someone getting lost, someone getting arrested, or some other crazy scheme I could come up with my head. My friends must have really loved me. I was quite the mother goose and always made sure everyone was accounted for. That being said, I don't care about germs, speed limits, or spiders. 

Blogtember - The time I was very afraid

A story about a time you were very afraid.

February 3, 2002

..was the scariest night of my life. I was in 7th grade, and my dad had just started a new job working a late security shift at a local plant. He had only been on the job maybe a month. We had just went to bed about 30 minutes before the phone rang. Our phone never rang past 9:00, so it was a little bizaarr. My mother answered the phone, and was very cool and calm throughout the entire conversation, but you can also tell she was a bit distraught. My mother can handle pressure like a champ. She hung up and told us to get up very quickly and pack a bag that my aunt would be there shortly to pick us up. Uh, Mom?  She finally told us that they were rushing my dad to the ER. He had had a heart attack and collapsed at work. 

As a middle schooler, that  rocked my world. We knew nothing more than he was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital in Athens. My mind raced, and of course expected the worst. My uncle pulled up in the drive way, my mother was still handling the situation like it was a routine.  He of course asked if we were okay, and at the time, I was still not quite sure how I was doing. We drove the rest of the way to their house in silence. I got out and went straight to the bedroom and cried, and cried, and cried. If only there were a way to count the tears that I shed that night. I had no idea till a few hours later how he was doing or if he was even alive. Of course my 12 year old self assumed the worst. 

I was horrified of what may happen to him. My dad was my rock, and my hero. There wasn't a thing that he could do that could make me love him any less. 

I know you can hardly see him, but I have very few pictures of him here

Luckily, my dad was able to come home a few surgeries and days later. Our lives drastically changed after that night in more ways than one. We've had a few scares since--more heart attacks, 2 strokes, and a near death episode of food poisoning, but none compared to how I felt as a frail little girl just wanting her daddy to be okay and to come home. I could not imagine where I would be today without that man if something would have happened to him. I consider myself blessed that I was able to see him walk away, many do not get the opportunity to see their loved ones again. I counted my blessings twice that day and from there on out. 

My favorite thing about Dragoncon

Okay, confession. I have never been to Dragoncon, nor do I have any desire to ever go. For those of you giving me this face:

Dragoncon is the world's largest sifi convention held annually in Atlanta. Everyone dresses up as their favorite characters, there's a parade, there are meet and greats, ect. ect. Gamer/Nerd's dream! Even though I have never partook in the celebrationnnn.. is that the right word? I still see the beauty and reap the benefits that the event has to offer:

The Craigslist Missed Connections!

You'rr welcome.

I love these. I don't know why. I think it's the costume and the elaborate descriptions to help find the lost ones. If you didn't smile or laugh, you should seriously reevaluate yourself.

Seriously though, hope they find who they are looking for.

Blogtember - The best advice I've ever be given

Pass on some useful advice or information you learned and always remembered. 

Never take life for granted.

Take Chances.

Never let an opportunity pass you buy.

Live in the moment and take every ounce of those moments in.

All the while, never lose your sense of wonder.

The best advice I was ever given came from a song. Cliche, I know. When I was in middle school, I heard "The Dance" for the first time. It stopped me dead in my tracks, as it still does to this very day. No matter how many times I've listened to it over the years, I continue to get chills. I think it's safe to assume you've all heard this song. If not, I'm sorry your life sucks. 

To put it simply, the song is about how even though things have to come to and end and things might hurt, it's no reason not to get out there and enjoy the time we have while we have it. We should live without fear and reservation. Instead, get out there and learn to dance, dance like you don't have a care in the world. Take in every spin, celebrate the changing melodies, and don't worry about when or how the song will end. 

Blogtember - My hypothetical sabbatical

If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do?

I dream of taking time off of work to just make my soul happy. I guess since this is all hypothetical, money is not an option, right? That would leave lots of time and money to do a lot of traveling and adventure seeking.

Therefore, on my three months off, I would start making some serious work on my bucket list!

Blogtember - Where I come from

Some of your probably remember the Blog Everyday in May challenge. Well I have decided to pick up it's new sister challenge, blogtember. It's the same idea--we are given a predetermined topic to write on each day. I am determined that I am going to finish each topic. So determined, in fact, that I am already going ahead and scheduling them throughout the month. That is so unlike me, but maybe it will be good for getting me into the habit! So here we go with day one!

Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.

I grew up in a tiny town in Northeast Georgia--best described as about halfway between Clemson and Athens. You have probably never heard of Elberton before unless you are from that area. The only thing we have going for ourselves is our dying granite industry. Growing up, I was probably one of the few friends I ever had that actually said, "I wouldn't mind living here." After moving off to college, meeting new people, and learning that there was life outside my small town, I cannot stand to go back. 

Don't get me wrong, I miss small town life, just not life in my small town. 

The best and worst parts of growing up where I did, was the fact that everyone knew everybody. Being a teenager in a small town, you could never do anything without your parents finding out about it. Somehow someone will find out and let your parents know. I was never a wild child, but my parents seemed to always disapprove of everything if it didn't involve me in church. My first job, for example, my family was up in arms over it, because they served beer. It was going to be sending me straight to hell, I tell ya.

On the other hand, everyone knowing everybody sure did have it's perks. It was nice to be able to always count on having someone around that you knew. To this day, I cannot go to a store back home where I don't know a single person. Whenever you are down and out, you can always count on having many someones rally around you bringing you up and making sure that you know you are not alone.

I hope the other topics will be better than this one. I am totally not feeling my creative juices flowing at all this morning. I'm sorry :(

"Chillin' it" on Labor Day Weekend

Let me start by saying that Labor Day is my second favorite holiday of the year. True story. It's a day off from work to do whatever I please. I'm not obligated to do "family" stuff. If I want to be a bum, I can be. If I want to be a gypsy for the weekend, then gosh darn it I will, and I did just that!

Friday night we finally got to use the tickets I've had stuck on the refrigerator for about a month now. We went to see Cole Swindell. Now, if you have never heard of Mr. Swindell, I suggest you go ahead and get your youtube on right now. He is high on my list of favorites right now, and pretty soon you'll all love him too. He has already made a name for himself from being on last year's farm tour and as a songwriter, and most recently as the newest member of the Warner Brother's label.. We met up with Billy's best friend and we headed down to Peachtree Tavern in Buckhead for the parking lot party. This was the first one that I've ever known of them having, and it was a ton of fun. I hope they have more events like this in the future! We had a complete and total blast. I loved seeing all of my favorite friends and the awesome, crazy friend "DJ Rock" or whatever he will be answering to on the Farm Tour this fall!

Look at Billy sporting his Peach State Pride gear! We ran into our friend and owner of the company, Derek,  at the show and he got us hooked up. You've heard me rave about this company before here. 

Admit it, you just danced a bit.

Billy and I had a bet before we left that somebody we knew or were fans of was going to make a "special" appearance. I won when Craig Kimbrel and Chris Johnson decided to show up after their win against the Marlins to help out with Cole's current radio single and Johnson's walkout song, "Chillin" it!!

Kimrbel is in the dead center in white and Johnson is on the far left in crimson

I swear that is NOT me singing, so don't start judging me as if it was. 

On our way out, we spied pretty much the rest of the braves roster and Chipper! Who came out after the game for the show too. That was a cool moment, until Brian McCann big leagued me after we almost ran into each other. I think he knows I think David Ross deserved his job. Billy says it was because I was standing in between a man who likes beer and his beer, which could also be true.. but I digress.

Saturday morning I went to my parents to spend the day. It was weird being back home. It was the first time I had really spent time there in months. Everything stays the same there--not even a new coat of paint or a pressure wash. It's sad seeing my little town go to crap. I spent the day around the house. Sunday morning I went and spent part of the morning and had lunch with my grandparents. I love hearing old stories of when my grandma was little and how things used to be. It makes me long for simpler days and small town life again. 

After lunch, I started my journey back to Atlanta. I decided to take back roads to get to the interstate, but about the time I was supposed to be veering on to the ramp to head south, my wheel kept going straight. I realized that I was only 30 mins away from Billy's game that day, so I couldn't help but keep heading north. My heart was too happy to leave the roads that made me feel so free, so a little detour was going to fit well into the plans I was making for myself that day. A short Sunday drive later, I found myself surprising Billy at his game! It was fun seeing the surprised look on his face when I walked up, because he honestly had no idea I was coming. But hey, I figure if i'm in the neighborhood with no plans, I might as well!

After the game, I found myself on another detour I hadn't planned on taking.  This time it was to the cabin to spend labor day in Blue Ridge! Definitely not what I thought I was going to be doing when I woke up that day, but I love being able to fly by the seat of my pants when life allows it. The best part of that trip, we got to take one of my favorite scenic routes there right at sunset. I wish I would have been able to snap a good picture of the pinks and purples that the clouds made as we came across the ridge in Dahlonega! We found our way to the cabin just in time to enjoy the last hundred laps of the race. We sound like such rednecks.

Today we enjoyed a day without any labor whatsoever. I slept in past 5:00! Now that is what a call a good day. We just spent the day doing a little bit of nothing worth talking about. Here was our view on our way to grab lunch! Gorgeous, huh? I love it there. I can't get enough of the mountains. It just makes my soul feel like it's home. 

Now it's back to work tomorrow, but on the upside, who doesn't love a good 4 day week?

You might be a baseball girlfriend if..

It's no secret that I date a baseball player turned coach. Billy juggles multiple teams through 3 different seasons throughout the year, and you can't forget about those winter workouts! Before I met Billy, I was the only person I knew at the time that would honestly admit that I prefer baseball over football. It's taboo in the south. Even if you don't like football, you lie and say you love game days! That also being said, never in my wildest dreams would I have ever guessed I would be dating a baseball player (I was a teeny-bopper, not a cleat chaser).
We are going on season #10 together this weekend. It's become pretty obvious that this baseball thing is officially in my blood. Here are some of the signs and symptoms that might help you diagnose yourself as well.

You might be a baseball girlfriend if..

• You keep a stash of extra blankets and sweatshirts in your trunk for those extra cold spring games
• You secretly hope someone gets ejected at any cost
• There are very few lines you won't cross when it comes to superstitions about the game.
• No, you can't leave your spot if you're up.
• Yes, we have to have the same breakfast or snack if we're on a streak.
• For real, I'm wearing these sliders again.
• Washing socks is not an option.
• Rally Caps have magic inside of them.
• Your favorite fans are the hecklers
• You have been caught heckling.. 
• You initially judge a team based on their stadium, stands, field, and the distance you have to walk to get to their restrooms. You might be good, but if your stadium sucks, you still suck to me.
• You find yourself being able to point out baseball players and other baseball families in a crowd
• You think GameChanger was the best app ever invented
• You've ever bought gatorade or powerade in such large quantities that came on a pallet
• Even on your weekends off, you find yourself doing something baseball related
• Rain delays make you want to scream and cry all at the same time
                                   
• When shopping and/or dressing, you consider what kind of tan lines that shirt is going to leave behind
• You have at least a small section of your closet dedicated to the team -- colors, logo, and even your beloved tshirts with his name and # on the back

• You know which restaurants stay open past 10pm without having to look it up. Chilis, I love you.
• You know that choke up has nothing to do with tears, cheddar is not a cheese, and that a hit and run won't get you put in jail
• Cleat chasers bother you.. even if you're not the jealous type and you know they're not after your player.
• You've ever listened to a song and analyzed if it would make a good walk-out song or not
• You can not make it through "Sweet Caroline" without screaming BA BA BA!
• Zombie Nation makes you want to pull your hair out because you've heard it so many times.
• You love away games only because you don't have to wait for them to clean the field.

that being said, PLAY BALL! Here's to another fall season with Team Elite!