INTJ 101....

I have recently engaged in a mental exercise online which has provided me with some fascinating insight into both myself and other people.  I did a personality profile test, expecting to find some change with the passing years in who I am and how I approach the world.  In fact, I have changed, but only slightly, and I continue to fall into that very small sliver of people known as INTJ on the Myers Briggs Type Indicator personality profile.

Turkey of a day...

Today started as too many Thanksgiving Days do in my house.  The turkey was still frozen, I was tired and didn't want to get out of bed, I am behind on everything, and my dining room table is covered in brochures for work.

Since that early morning hour, I have managed to speed thaw the turkey, cook the giblets, make the stuffing, stuff the bird, get the turkey in the oven, scrub the potatoes, prepare the carrots, get the green bean hot dish ready to pop into the oven, and I even got in a shower.  I fed the rabbit, two dogs, fish and bird, and I have had  a couple cups of coffee.  I am now contemplating my usual Thanksgiving day activity, finishing up the Christmas cards.  Of course, I'm a little behind this year.  I think I have them.  Somewhere.

Shutting the barn doors and all that jazz...

Unless you have been under a rock lately, you are probably aware that Penn State University has undergone a scandal of epic, one might even say Vatican sized, proportions.  Too bad they didn't pay a little more attention to how that whole "deny and ignore the problem and hope it goes away" thing worked out for the Catholic Church.  Perhaps if they had fine tuned a little more closely, they might have made some better decisions for themselves and the children entrusted to their care.

Party of One...

When I was growing up, I wanted to be Mary Richards. Mary Tyler Moore portrayed her single, working woman character as beautiful, fun and interesting. She led an exciting life filled with friends, cute furniture, glamorous clothing and people around whenever she wanted. But she had solitude when that was desired, as well. It was, in a word, a perfect life.

There are no winners in this reality show...

For the past several weeks, we in the Kansas City metro area have been the focus of the nation for all the wrong reasons once again. [I am telling you here and now, the vast majority of people who live here are wonderful, down to earth, truly decent human beings with great hearts who would do anything to help someone in need. Just because we have some real wackos around here doesn't mean we are all like that. Seriously.] We are in the news this time because a sweet little baby with a cherubic face and a smile that lights up the room is missing, and we all want her found and back with her family where she belongs. So the entire city is obsessing about the situation, while we scan the faces of every baby we see, looking for the answer to what happened in the eyes of strangers.