About a year or so ago, I thought about going back to Blogger, but they won't import blogs from other formats, only other blogger blogs, so I can't do that, and I don't want to individually move every single post and comment. Has anyone used the import tool from WP to Typepad? Also, the mid-priced plan allows full template customization. Is it worth it? How much will I be able to customize with only the $8.95 plan? Is the extra $5/mo worth it?
I give up for now. I need chocolate. And a drink, but I'm still at work.
Your Existing Situation
- Sensitive and understanding but under some strain; needs to unwind in the company of someone close to him.
Your Stress Sources
- Delights in the tasteful, the gracious, and the sensitive, but maintains her attitude of critical appraisal and refuses to be swept off her feet unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore keeps a strict and watchful control on her emotional relationships as she must know exactly where she stands. Demands complete sincerity as a protection against her own tendency to be too trusting.
Your Restrained Characteristics
- Circumstances are such that she feels forced to compromise for the time being if she is to avoid being cut off from affection or from full participation.
Wants to broaden her fields of activity and insists that her hopes and ideas are realistic. Distressed by the fear that she may be prevented from doing what she wants; needs both peaceful conditions and quiet reassurance to restore her confidence.
Circumstances force her to compromise and to forgo some pleasures for the time being. Capable of achieving physical satisfaction through sexual activity.
Your Desired Objective
- Wants to make a favorable impression and be recognized. Needs to feel appreciated and admired. Sensitive and easily hurt if no notice is taken of her or if she is not given adequate acknowledgment.
Your Actual ProblemWorks to strengthen her position and bolster her self-esteem by examining her own accomplishments (and those of others) with critical appraisal and scientific discrimination. Insists on having things clear-cut and unequivocal
However, a Google search reveals another one of me, about half my age, in Utah. So this test isn't 100% correct.
Now, when I get hitched and take his name:
The others are hiding from the Googlebots.
And for those wondering, I have yet to ride in a hearse, but Boyfriend has one up near Zac's house in Colorado, and I understand that it may be making a move to the desert soon. I'm sure I'll ride in it then (in the front, you silly people). Boyfriend wants to start a hearse club here, and we know a couple people interested in it. Once the hearse gets here, the club will be easier to plan. The hearse thing is new to me, but collectible cars are not. My Dad is big on cruise nights and classic car shows, so it's a similar culture, but without the poodle skirts.
So there ya have it - the coolest video you are ever going to see this Halloween, and I outed Boyfriend as a hearse driver (he's not a mortician, though. I knew you were asking.)
I read some really great posts today. I love it when reading blogs makes me laugh out loud.
First, I was greeted by a comment from Mist1 regarding the post below this one. She always makes me laugh. I read one of her posts to my mom on the phone one day and an amazing thing happened. My mom actually stopped talking long enough to listen to what I was saying. Then she started talking again, but she did say that Mist1 should have a newspaper column or something, a la Dave Barry. I think my mom should spend more time reading cool blogs instead of the newspaper.
Mr. Fabulous has this post and this post in which he answers a lot of mysteries of the universe. Once I stopped laughing I realized that I had a huge smile on my face because of this newfound knowledge. Thanks for setting the record straight, Mr. Fabulous.
PARLANCHEQ is always finding bizarre stuff online and posting it on her blog. Today I was greeted with jewelry made out of dismembered Barbie dolls. It was so unique that I was able to put away the fact that the concept is revolting. And of course I thought of some of my friends, like Crowjoy, who loves unique artsy stuff and sometimes uses a headless Barbie doll as her avatar, and Dr. Hula, who recently told me that she wants to have a kid just so she can have a Vegas Showgirl themed baby shower. The Barbie chest necklace that PARLANCHEQ featured in her post, with pasties on every dismembered torso, made me think of Dr. Hula. And of course, I smiled because I always smile when I think of cool friends.
Now on to Memoirs of a Gouda. Allie, all I can say is you will soon be owing me a new keyboard. I love your blog, but it forces me to spew whatever I happen to be eating or drinking from my nose directly onto that invaluable piece of hardware that I use to input text directly into my blog.
I have many more wonderful blogging and RL friends whose blogs I look forward to reading daily, and they are all listed in my sidebar. Today, the humor stuck out and really made my day. Thanks to everyone in the blogosphere who makes reading and writing blogs so enjoyable.
I know I don't post a lot here, but I do visit nearly every day so I can read up on all my friends here. The friends feature makes it really easy to catch up on everyone all at once. So don't worry, I am here, I just choose to post elsewhere.
I left a good job because it was time to move on. I'd been there 2 1/2 years. I took another job, but in the interim was in a car accident and went home to get a new car, and on the way back took a detour to visit my sister and her preemie baby. So I get back, start the new job, and it's really not for me. It affected my attendance, and if there were anything to do, it would have affected my job performance too. I got a great offer for what would have been the perfect job, but after I turned in my notice and was just about to leave the house to go to work, I find out that the new job will quite possibly not happen because of embezzlement. Great, just what I need.
So now it's the holiday season and I have no job. I have enough money to pay my rent for January, but after that I don't know what I'm gonna do other than pound the pavement. Right now I just need to scream and vent and win the lottery or something. Too bad they don't have a lottery in Nevada.