The Who Would You Be in 1400AD Test

The Lord You scored 21% Cardinal, 51% Monk, 47% Lady, and 62% Knight!

You are of the intellectual breed and yet you are also very interested in war. You are of the aristocracy and head the cavalry a safe distance from the carnage of the front lines. You believe in defeating your enemy with not only might, but also wit. You scored high as both the Monk and the Knight. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the Knight, or you can be happy that you're an individual.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 4% on Cardinal You scored higher than 64% on Monk You scored higher than 60% on Lady You scored higher than 80% on Knight

Link: The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Laughter and.........

Well, it has been a while since I posted anything. It isn't easy sometimes to do that, since I am borrowing my friend's computer and have to wait till she is done. I can't wait to get settled in my house. Funny, though. Two years ago I could not wait to be out of that house. I hated that house. I might still hate it, but at least it is mine and I can do what I want when I want.

I was looking over www.bored.com. Some of the games are fun, at least there is a variety so it is hard to get bored with it. I found the music video links and watched Johnny Cash's 'Hurt'. I can hardly watch that without crying. Bless his heart.

There is also a link there that let's people tell their most embarrassing moments. Some don't seem to be that embarrassing, but, I suppose if I was the one it was happening to, then that would be another story. One of the stories reminded me of something my son-in-law did. Back before he decided to go to law school, he worked for a chemical company that was based in New Orleans. Jamie (my s-in-l) has some weird habits. Like, he goes to the bathroom at 5pm everyday. He says that he has a 'window of poo' opportunity and if that passed then he waits till the next day. Well, this one day he did not feel good and went to the restroom. He went to the one on the first floor because not many people took the time to go to that one. Ok, so he goes into a stall and gets comfortable. A very short time later someone else comes into the restroom and goes into a stall next to Jamie's. Everything was quiet for a few minutes, when suddently the other guy says,'Hey,' Jamie was a bit startled but ignored him. The guy says hey again, then says,'How's things going?' Jamie, being the nice guy that he is does not want to hurt the other man's feelings, so he says, 'oh, I am ok. How about you?' The other man says,'How about getting together later?' Jamies by then is ready to just leave, but still, he is considerate and does not want the man thinking that he is being rude, say,'Well, I have plans with Mike (my daughter) later, but..........' Finally the other guy says, 'Hold on a sec.' Then tells Jamie that he is on his cell phone.

A friend of mine is really a typical male. He knows all and is the best at doing ANYTHING. Just ask him. Once he and I took my son Phil and some of Phil's friends over to see the USS Alabama. I had just gotten a new videorecorder and everyone wanted to be the one doing the video. Finally, my friend said that HE would do it, because HE had a lot of experience and knew what he was doing and that was that. He hung the camera to a belt loop and started off toward the gift shop. All the kids moped into the gift shop and muttered about it while I got the tickets. Meanwhile, my friend decided to use the restroom before crawling all over the humongeous ship. The day turned out to be a good one, except for the fact that it was hot and I was out of breath most of the time from going to the very bottom of the ship and then back to the top......the tip top, too. That night, we got comfortable in my living room with popcorn and cokes and put the tape in to relive the 'awesome' event. We were treated to shots of the parking lot, the gift shop floor (all this while listening again to my friend telling us how he KNEW what he was doing)the walk into the restroom and then my friend hanging the camera on the hook on the stall door.....and..well, let's just say that it the kids have yet to let my friend live this down.

Now, I suppose you all think that I am going to tell you something that I did that was embarrassing. Actually, I can't think of any. I mean, I did things that embarrassed me, but they don't seem so awful now. Like the time my mother, God love her, bought me a new outfit. I hated dresses. This one had an underskirt that was attached to the blouse. It was all satiny and shiney and see-through. I had the bright idea to wear JUST that to school one day. I can still see the look on my mother's face when I walked in from school that day. Not a pretty sight. Another time, and this really did embarrass me, I was at the Pix Theater with my brother Wayne. There was hardly anyone there. I went to the restroom and came back and flopped down next to Wayne. He sat up straight real quick and I was asking him what in heck was wrong with him when I saw him looking back over his seat at me. He laughed about that for years.

Well, this is not where I meant to go today, but heck, we all do dumb things at times and besides, I needed the laugh.



Oh, check this out.....
Well, I will have to post it in a separate post........here it comes.

Well, golly gee.....

You Are 30% Weird

Not enough to scare other people... But sometimes you scare yourself.

How Weird Are You?

Tuesday with the adjuster

Well, I have been lazing around here watching old movies on TCM. Sunday it was Abbott and Costello (slowly I turn, step by step). And, Saturday my daughter, Michael, and I watched Arsenic and Old Lace. Last night was Alfred Hitchcock night......well, it is Hitchcock all week. His movies are just not scary to me. Never have been. But, I like to watch them. Michael and I want to try to find a 'haunted' house or maybe a graveyard to walk through at night. We will have to sedate her husband, he is such a wimp about things like that. He has yet to watch the Exorcist....which I think is not scary at all. We are thinking of planning something for when my older daughter, Connie, and the boys come down for Christmas. It should be fun. But, Jamie (Mike's husband) and Nick (my oldest grandson) will have to be tricked into going with us where ever we go.

I finally met with my insurance adjuster today. I will finally be able to fix my roof. David (my oldest son) had taken pictures of my house and yard the day after the hurricane. I had not seen them before. When I was finally able to get from Baton Rouge to Gulfport to see about my house, David had already cleaned things up a lot. It was a bit of a shock to see the pictures. And, I am glad that I did not see the actual damage. Anyway, now I wait for the insurance check.

Speaking of insurance, I have heard some horror tales. My youngest son ( Philip) told me that his best friend's father is having to sue one of his insurance companies. They lived a block from the beach and had an attic left. Literally. All that was left on the property was the attic. They had flood insurance and had no trouble with that company. But, they also had wind and hail insurance with a different company. That company told them that their house did not receive wind damage, just water damage. This seems to be happening to a lot of people. One lady (she lives next door to my friend Leslie) was told by her insurance company that her roof was old, and that is why there was a six foot wide hole in the middle of it after Katrina. This is sad. If you have a mortgage, you have to have insurance. And, it is not cheap. But, when you need to file a claim, you are treated as if you caused the problem. My husband's brother was a CPA and had no insurance. He said it is a racket and that people come out better by putting the premiums in the bank for themselves. But, of course, the only way to not have insurance is to buy your house for cash or pay it off as soon as you can and then, stop the insurance.

I have been working on some Christmas things. I will be in Gulfport for Christmas and all my Christmas things are in Michigan. So, I have been making angels and snowflakes, etc. Just call me granny.

Googleing

Hummmm, Carla at http://carla_rolfe.blogspot.com gave this assignment on her blog. I would link to it, but me and links are not communicating. Anyway, the idea is to google your first name and needs and then write down the top ten results that pertain to you. Below are mine.



1.Ann needs to find her inner-child (I KNEW something was missing)

2.Ann is in desperate need of surgery(ahhh, well?)

3.The ANN needs the current grade, ie how well you remember an item now.(and I didn't even know that I was outmoded)

4.Ann needs something shoulder-length with layers

5. ann needs to get into modeling she is a gorgeous indian female(yeah, right)

6.Ann needs to call her accountant because someone's been skimming her checks(I knew it wasn't MY fault)

7.Ann needs to start behaving like a proper young lady, learning to knit, cook, and manage a household(ok, who's been peeking???)

8. Ann needs to check for an important e–mail,(like the one from Nigeria or the British Lottery?)

9.Ann became much better prepared to attempt to(be the first)

10.Ann needs to be indoors only. (no comment)

This was silly and fun. I may leave a link at Carla's site.

Rocks, fossils and ghosts......

I have been feeling depressed lately. I have not done any of the things I had planned for the summer and then Katrina happened and my daughter had to hurry and move......well, things have been hectic. I was at a point where I could not see that I would be doing anything other than fighting with the insurance adjuster (who, FINALLY called today to set up an appointment), filling out forms and such. Then today I met the man who lives next to my friend Leslie's house.

Leslie was out working in her yard and I was inside with a severe case of the po-pitifuls. I heard her shut the lawnmower off and then several minutes later she came in to tell me that her neighbor has been collecting rocks and fossils for twenty some-odd years. Leslie told him that I was a rock hound too and he invited me over to look at his collection. It was totally amazing! He has one room devoted to his rock/fossils. He had bookshelves built so he can display them easily. I have never seen such a large a diverse selection in a private person's collection. I could have stayed there talking with him and looking at his collection for hours. But, he had to go get his new glasses so I left with an invitation to come look at them anytime and, to bring whoever I wanted to. I will take my older grandsons when they come here.

He has his collection catalogued and each specimen was sitting on top of a 3x5 index card with the latin name, age, and location where he found it. He told me that Wolf River is a great place to go rock/fossil hunting. Wolf River is about 10 miles from my house. I am going to rent a boat, or borrow one, and go down the river and see what I find. And, he told me that there are a lot of fossilized clam shells up around Tupelo. Tupelo is where my family is from and I go there often. Well, mostly I go through it on the Natchez Trace (which is another thing I like to do....drive the Trace) I am so excited. Only thing is, all my geology books are up in Michigan at my older daughter's house. I am ordering a new one tomorrow though. Then, I am go on a hunting expedition. I will take my camera and will post pictures of anything I find.

Speaking of the Natchez Trace. If anyone is close enough to drive it, and you haven't yet, well, why haven't you??? It is such a serene drive. And, if you are there near sundown, stop and walk a ways down the old Trace. People walked and rode that for hundreds of years. If you are quiet and listen carefully, you can almost hear those people walking by you. And, if you close your eyes, you might even feel them brush against you as they pass. There is an old church and graveyard between Vicksburg and Natchez that will spook you. Well, it did me and my kids. Have I mentioned that I like graveyards? The older ones. Anyway, one weekend when my older kids were young, we packed a picnic lunch and headed for the Trace. This was when we lived in Jackson. We pulled over at a picnic area that is next to the church. After we ate, we decided to check it out. There are signs telling you about the town that used to be there and then you walk through some trees and there is the church. Spooky. My older daughter and I went into the church. Inside was dark and we stood there letting our eyes get used to the change from bright sunlight to dark whenwe heard a scratching sound. Connie looked at me and we walked closer to each other. Neither of us could see what had made the noise and it stopped, so we started walking toward the front of the church. Then, before we could react further we heard a huffing sound. That was did it, we were leaving. As we turned around, Connie felt something on her leg and let out a squeak. I think she was too scared to do anything else. Just then, Michael, my youngest daughter opened to door. Standing between us and the door was an old female hound, wagging her tail. So, no ghosts for us. Course, we still left the church and went out to look at the graveyard.

Isn't this an awesome picture? I love walking down the Old Trace. Imagine the people who walked it. All the native Americans. And, Daniel Boone...just to name one well-known person. Merriwether Lewis was either killed, commited suicide or had a fatal accident at a way-station on the Trace. There is a monument to him there. There are several Indian Mounds along the Trace. I do wish you were allowed to look for arrowheads and fossils and other old things there. But, like most National Parks, you can't. There is a settlement called Frenchman's Creek that has been restored there. It is so neat. I am serious people, if you get a chance, drive the Trace. You will love it too.

Wayne

I don't know if it is the changing seasons or the time of year, but I have been thinking of my brother, Wayne, a lot lately. I have been reliving the call when he told me that he had cancer. And, worse than that one, the call that he had died.

I was on my way to him and had stopped at a rest area just south of the Ohio stateline. For some reason ( and I still don't know why) I went to a payphone there and called his house. No one answered, but his wife had left a message telling me to call her son's house. I started shaking. I called and she told me that Wayne had died during the night.

The last time I talked to Wayne, the day before, I told him that I was leaving Mississippi right then to come to Columbus, Ohio to be with him. He told me to be careful, then said, 'hurry, cause I really want to see you girl.' His daughter told me a few days later that he had talked about me a lot during the days before he died. When someone would ask him if he wanted to do this or that, call another doctor, etc, he would say, 'my sister is coming, she will take care of it' or 'my sister will do that'.

See, he and I were the two youngest in the family and were extremely close. I was a tomboy and fought at the drop of an insult. Just let someone say something to me that I didn't like and I jumped on them, swinging. And, lord help the person who dared say or do anything to Wayne. I did not just fight kids, I attacked my older brothers. Mostly because they said or did something to Wayne. Over the years our roles changed. Wayne joined the army and went to Germany. I went crazy and became known as 'weird'.

But, when my brother called to tell me about his cancer, time flipped. I heard the fear in his voice and was immediately in attack mode. I would have fought the cancer grabbo to the death, but he sneaked past me and got Wayne.

After I talked with Wayne's wife. I called my older brother at his bakery. His wife answered and gave him the phone and he was talking about all sorts of trivial stuff. I was furious. I interrupted him and said, 'James, Wayne is DEAD.' I could not belive he was being so trivial when the world was spinning sideways. Then, I hung up on him. I was so mad. That anger got me to my car, then I lost it. I don't cry in front of anyone if I can avoid it, but that morning I did not care. I tried to continue driving because my OCD does not allow me to ride with very many people driving. My friend was with me and took over.

About two months later I was thinking about that day and realized that my older brother had known Wayne was dead, and knew that I was trying to get there. When I called him he did not know that I knew and he did not want to be the one to tell me.

Wayne was a beautiful person, with a beautiful soul. I miss him. I will always miss him.

Crystal Ball Anyone???

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Banished Fortune Teller. Where You Lived: Mexico. How You Died: Dysentery.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Stuff

I have not been able to sign onto Paltalk for several weeks now. I was staying with my youngest daughter, but she was forced to move into a small one bedroom apartment. There is just not room enough for her, her husband, their baby boy and me to live comfortably there, so I am staying with my friend Leslie until I am able to move back into my house in Gulfport. Leslie does not want PT on her computer because she says that the last time I downloaded it to her computer it fried her hard drive. I have been able to visit the forums that I own and the ones that I subscribe to and it that way have kept up a bit with my friends from PT.

Something is happening. People are being hurt. Why? What is causing people who have been friends for years stop speaking? People who do not agree on each point of doctrine, but who liked and cared about each other until the last few months. Why? I don't know the arguments and don't want to know all the details. I see the result, and it ain't pretty. Can someone take a step backwards and look at the situation and try to see where it started to go wrong? I pray someone does. I will also be praying for all involved in this. God bless them.

To change the subject, I have told you about how my daughter's landlord called them the Thursday after Katrina hit and told them he was selling the townhouse they have rented for the past three years. He told them he was selling it to a friend's daughter who had lost her home in New Orleans. This put my daughter and son-in-law in an extremely difficult spot, because with all the refuges from New Orleans, available house and apartments are scarce in Baton Rouge. They were finally able to move into a small apartment that one of the associates at Jamie's law firm owns, but this is temporary. Yesterday, my daughter's friend, Laura, who lived next door the them at the townhouse called to tell them that her boyfriend had called the number on a for sale sign posted out by the road. No house number was given on the sign. Anyway, it turned out to be the number of the man who owned my daughter's apartment. Seems he was less than honest. And, he is asking way too much for the townhouse. Some people are just too greedy for words.

I am still waiting on the insurance adjuster to call me to set up an appointment. He left a message on September 26th saying he would be calling within the next few days to make an appointment to come over to look at the roof, etc. I have not heard another word from him. So, today I called the main office and they are trying to contact him. I wish he would hurry up and do something. I am going to keep calling till I get some results.

Life will never be back to pre-Katrina for us here, I don't believe. Highway 90 is out for probably months. That leaves one main road for everyone to drive east/west. Add the trash trucks to the mix and a quick trip to the store is out of the question. There is really no good time to drive it. I used to go shopping late at night because I hate crowds, but now everything is closed by 10pm.

Oh well

Space, life and.......

I am reading a great book......well, I am listening to it. I have it on cd an listen to it each time that I drive for any distance. The title of it is 'A Short History of Nearly Everything'. I cannot remember the author just now and am too lazy to get up and go look. I will get it for you later.

Anyway, the author is a travel writer who was coming back from a trip somewhere in the Pacific. On his flight home, he was looking out the window and realized that he knew next to nothing about this planet and the universe. He set out to change that and the result was this book. I won't give a book report here, I just wanted to talk about one thing that he said that has kept me thinking for the past few weeks. It is about the beginning of the universe. The Big Bang.......which by the way, a scientist coined as a derisive name for what Christians believe happened.

See, before anything was created, a space had to be created for it. The nothingness we think about is wrong. There was no THERE there, for something to begin in. I have always thought of a huge black void that was suddenly filled with light and everything else. But, there was not even a void, much less a huge black one. Kinda hard to get my mind around that. And, everything has to be just right for the universe and all life in it to continue. A millimeter off either way and what we know would not be. How can this be an accidentally random meeting of some elements? Remember, there was nothing there to bump into each other.

How can anyone not see the hand of God in creation?

Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger. You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause. You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you! A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.

What's Your Blogging Personality?