I (almost) never do these things......

You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament

Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace. You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions. You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected. It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional. You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others. While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well. At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything. You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams. You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.

What Temperment Are You?

OK. Let's just put an epilogue in here that I almost never (I can't say never, 'cause here it is to prove me wrong) do these types of quizzes. They are so random and vague, and really have no bearing on any real in depth analysis. That said, my friend K posted this quiz on her blog- so here is mine.

I completely and emphatically disagree with the last paragraph- I am hardly ever lazy (except the odd Sunday afternoon- but who isn't?), and tend to if anything, be a meticulous and compulsive worker. I may get stuck in a rut, but it's not due to a lack of aspirations & dreams, but an overabundance. I have so many passions I would love to persue, and just not enough time in the day or financial security to abandon my responsibilities (like work) to achieve them all. And in the past I may have been dependant on others, but I'd like to think that I have learned my lesson and independance has reared it's head and broken the (apron) ties that bind. The friendships and relationships I have now are no longer out of dependancy but of genuine love and give and take between like-minded individuals.

That said......does the old addage "methinks thou dost protest too much" apply? I'll leave that up to those who know me best. Who actually pays attention to these silly things anyway? :P

Random Thoughts Lottery

Ever have something to say, but just can't think? I have this feeling that there's so much I could spill out onto the black canvas of this page, but the ideas float just beyond the grasp of my conciousness:

I could comment on the holidays with family, which is always an adventure......

I could mention my new work circumstances which have started the year off on an uplifiting beat.......

I could digress about the silliness of 4 friends around a poker table at 4 am......

I could muse on the odd behaviour of one I thought I knew, but have found out- as others also have- that I never did......

I could speak of the umpteen million phone calls a day- the latest being: "my printer won't work...what's wrong with it?" (and of course I can diagnose this over the phone you know)..........

I cannot complete the thoughts. That is to say, I have nothing witty or engaging to say, although my thoughts race a million-miles-a-minute. It's a jumble of things rolling around similar to those lottery balls you see in the air-powered machine when they do the 649 Draws on T.V., except mine never pop out, super-charged, into the little plexiglass tube for the viewers at home to see.

Perhaps it is because I am content. The mundane pleasures of spending a Sunday doing laundry, cleaning the shower, and the smell of a home cooked meal while football blares from the family room........these I can grasp, articulate with infinite detail, write volumes on......but who wants to read that?