Out of curiosity I took the Jung personality assessment test this morning. I’m saying it’s pretty darned accurate based on my results shown here:

The rating range is between 14 and 70 with the mean of 42.
Yor detail scores are:   E – I =  43 ,    S – N =  37 ,    T – F =  51 ,    J – P =  56

Your personality type is     ENTJ     Extroverted thinking with intuiting

The details of ENTJ personality are :

In charge at home, they expect a lot from spouses and kids. They like organization and structure.

The careers that make most use of ENTJ personality type.

(Personality match from employer perspective)

Human Resources, Designer, Project manager, Technical specialist, Manager, Marketing specialist, Consultant, Professor/academic/lecturer

Careers chosen by those of ENTJ personality type.

(Personality match from employee perspective)
Human Resources, Teacher, Engineer, Scientist/biologist/physicist/chemist, Assistant, Accountant/auditor/banker/economist, , Careers/occupational/advice/therapy, Computer specialist, Consultant, Artist/actor, Senior Manager, Manager, Project manager

Writing is usually a form of personal therapy that allows me to deal with things that bug me. I’ve been bugged for a couple of days now and in attempt to make myself feel a little better – I have carefully assembled this collection of MAN BASHING Quotes and boy! do I feel better

disclaimer: this is not directed at all men – just my husband – love him, just don’t like him much right now.

If you have a quote you’d like to add, drop it in the comment section – I’d enjoy having you participate

MALE BASHING – HUSBAND BASHING – GUY BASHING QUOTES

A boy makes her woman jealous of other beautiful girls. A Real Man makes beautiful girls jealous of his woman.

Next time you say “women belong in the kitchen” keep in mind that’s where all the knives are ; )

There will never be true equality until men have to wear jockey shorts with under-wires that lift and separate.

Men aren’t dogs. Dogs are sweet, loyal, and love you unconditionally. They’re more like cats. Roam everywhere and only come home when they want something.

Men! Now there’s one thing duct tape can’t fix.

Men are proof that women can take a joke.

Ladies, we’ve been lied to! They said “women mature faster than men” this lead us to assume men would ACTUALLY mature someday. Not!

I don’t need a man to solve my problems – I just need one that won’t become a problem.

I know one thing about men. When you stop worrying about what they’re doing, they start wondering what your doing.

Dear Men,if you are going to criticize a woman’s figure or any other aspect of her appearance please make 100% sure that you are Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp.

Dating service: your application has been rejected due to answer #6-what do u want in a man? A bullet is not an acceptable answer.

Thinks men should come with side affect warning…

Behind every smart, successful woman is a man that doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

Men should be tagged like cattle…Green for single, Red for taken and flashing for dumbass.

Translating male speak. “I can’t find it” actually means, since it did not just fall into my outstretched hands i have no clue where it could be.

Real men will promise you nothing, but give you everything.

Girls when it comes to guys – 1 Rule Applies: Don’t Chase, Just Replace.

Lord, please let me remember that not all men are scum sucking pigs..

A man should know when not to push your buttons… but then again they should know how to use their brain as well… yeah not likely!

Really feeling the need to teach people how to breathe under water today

Feels the need to reach out and touch someone today… a 2×4 should do the trick.

Today is brought to you by the letters W, T and F

Was not born with enough middle fingers to make it through today.

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There – that feels a little better!

Do you have anything to add?

We were watching the news earlier and the reporter interviewed a policeman that was part of an investigation.

To be honest, I don’t even remember the incident that was being discussed because I too busy looking at the policeman and just how large he was.

Let me just say this…

If I’m in a burning house, do I want a woman or an overweight fireman coming in after me or do I want the man who looks like he could bench press 50 of me for lunch?

If I’m being chased by someone who is obviously much stronger then me who is wanting to beat the bejeezus out of me – who would I want running after the chaser? The overweight cop who is out of breath midway through the second block or do I want the one who wakes up 30 minutes early to run 3 miles?

If I’m on the third floor of an apartment building laying on the floor with my back blown out and the building elevator just went out – who do I want coming to my rescue? The chubby paramedic that stops at the top of floor 2 to catch his breath or do I want the young, fit dude that could pick up the gurney, tuck it under his arm and sprint up the stairs to my rescue?

No offense people – really! But when you are in the midst of a major family emergency, think about who you would want to see racing to your rescue then answer this…

Should there be strict testing and guidelines for anyone wishing to become a paid-by-the-taxpayers emergency rescue worker or not?

With the 4th of July Holiday approaching, feelings of patriotism begin to bubble up inside me.

While setting out on my porch today after the morning dew had burned off, I looked across the road at the rolling fields and those amber waves of grain.

I realized just how much living in the heartland really means to me.

At times I joke about the rural area I live in and all the conveniences we lack, but by that same token I have conveniences that can never be replaced by having a 7-11 on the nearest street corner for when the gas gauge is running low or we are about to pour out our last bit of milk on the morning cereal. I may not have the conveniences of running through a drive-thru to pick up dinner on the way home, but what I do have is the convenience of opening the door and having my kids pluck a handful of veggies from the garden to whip up a nice wholesome meal.

When we lived on the farm, we didn’t have the traffic and people hustling by in such a hurry to get their next lunch date or rushing to get to their kids soccer game in hopes of catching the last 10 minutes just so they don’t feel bad and can say at least they were there.

What we had was an occasional farmer puttering down the road in his tractor getting to his next bit of spraying of plowing, but if he doesn’t get it done before his kids baseball game starts, that’s fine, he can leave it safely in the field and return to it when the more important things in life are tended to.

There are some things I have often taken for granted out here in my boring but slow life, then a friend from a few states away draws my attention to the birds and tree frog she hears chirping because the sun has decided to peak through for the latter part of this day.

It’s those times that I realize just how convenient it is here in the middle of nowhere. It’s convenient to walk out the door and let the breeze caress my cheeks. It’s convenient to listen toward the distance to my world where no one is hurried to get anywhere, because they are right where they want to be, HOME among the fruited plains.

Losing a family pet is never easy. I’ve lost pets before and each one hurt terribly, but losing Jake feels so paramount.

When we adopted Jake he was about 11 weeks old. He was the cutest little black ball of fur I’d ever seen. So curious, observant, aware and so eager to give and receive love.

  Jake loved the neighborhood dogs. Even if the neighborhood consists of 4 houses and 3 dogs. A setting that far out in the country was every dogs dream.

Jake was particularly fond of an adorable bloodhound named Mable. When she’d come to the house to visit, he’d take one of his toys, his teddy bear or a treat outside to share.

I kid you not!

When the boys and I moved away from dads, leaving Jake behind was so extremely painful – but it was a choice I made in the interest of Jake as well as my dad.

Moving close to a state road – I knew Jake would eventually run trying to get back to Mable.

That wasn’t a chance I was willing to take.

We visited Jake often – always taking him treats to share or keeping him in a physically fit teddy bear. His favorite always was Taz in a Harley jacket though. Never understood – just knew it and thought it was adorable.

There were times Jake would sit out behind the house, sitting statuesque and proud – looking back toward the woods as if he were waiting for a squirrel or chipmunk to emerge. He’s sit there so still, sometimes as long as 15 minutes.

Jake was laid to rest in that very spot. Knowing he would love it there, where he could see the woods, the landscape of the farm and where we could all look out the window and envision him sitting there in the brightest of his glory days.

When the final goodbyes were said to Jake, I asked dad if I could have Jakes Shrek. It’s the one he was photographed with in my favorite picture of him. When I brought it home, I noticed some of Jakey’s black hairs on the vest. In that instant I felt Jakes presence and got a brief glimpse of him running, playing and waiting just this side of Rainbow Bridge.

I am going today to pick up a new pup for my dad. A new companion that will surely bring lots of joy and laughter – but as I welcome the new little guy into our family – I hope and pray that Jake knows how very much he was loved and how painful it is learning to live knowing he’s not going to come racing out the door at my dads to greet me, ever again.

God I miss that dog!