BlogThings

Wow… how freaky are these results!
Oh, and btw- I did these all on Wednesday in the space of about 5 minutes…


Your Mind is Purple


Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense, your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places – or a very different life for yourself.


Your Heart Is Purple


For you, love is about establishing and developing a deep connection. If it’s true love, it brings you more wisdom and inner strength.

Your flirting style: Sincere

Your lucky first date: An afternoon at a tea house

Your dream lover: Is both thoughtful and expressive

What you bring to relationships: Understanding


Your Power Color Is Magenta


At Your Highest:

You energize yourself and push others to succeed.

At Your Lowest:

You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed.

In Love:

You are surprised by who you attract. You’re a love magnet.

How You’re Attractive:

Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you.

Your Eternal Question:

“What is my next source of inspiration?”


You Need Some Green in Your Life


Green will make you feel alive, renewed, and balanced. And with a little green, you will project an aura of peacefulness and harmony. If you want stability, you’ve got to get a little green in your life! For extra punch: Combine green with blue or purple. The downside of green: It can promote jealousy in yourself or others. The consequences of more green in your life: You will be drawn to a new life path, you will feel free to pursue new ideas and interests, no matter how strange, you will be released from the demands and concerns of others.


Your Aura is Green


You’re very driven, competitive, and even a bit jealous.

However, you seek out balance in your life – and you usually achieve it!

The purpose of your life: inspiring others to be better

Famous greens include: Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, Martha Stewart

Careers for you to try: Guru, CEO, Talk Show Host

I Can’t Bloody Beeleeeev It!!!

I missed my 3rd bloggiversary bunnies… May 18th 2008 ended the third year of existence of Angel’s Mind!
Blogging is so much a part of my life now- I cannot remember how I got on without it all those years!

I heart blogging. I really-heart the friends I have made through blogging. I really-big- heart my friends who have started blogging and in so doing given me an extra insight into who they are and what they get up to!

I big-pink-fluffy-glittery-heart blogging!

Really I do! My blog has encompassed so many things over the last three years… I never really chose a particular theme apart from wanting to write about myself and Damien and how we survive his ADHD diagnosis and treatment- and if I can help anyone by writing about it so much the better! But there is so much else…

tattoos
love
sushi
Damien
cats
dating
dragons
stories
cars
photographs
horses
ADHD
frustration
friends
anger
food


…and now I am a week or so into my 4th year of blogging already and I forgot to congratulate myself…
Thank you bunnies, for making blogging so much fun!

Warning- Do Not Be Drinking Or Eating Anything When You Read This!

Definite triple burst on my asthma inhaler warning! I cried and i couldn’t breathe thanx to a giggle induced asthma attack.

Whoever this guy is he has a definite message for anyone buying a tazer.

Not too long ago, I saw something at the gun shop that sparked my interest.

The occasion was our 10th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. Needless to say, this was way too cool.

Cut a long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the thing and pushed the button.

FOKOL!

I was so disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get a blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to my wife what that burn spot is on the face of her LG convection oven.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? Yah. There I sat in my recliner, my cat looking on intently, the trusting little soul, while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Kitty for a fraction of a second, but thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat and, as most of you already know, hell hath no fury like a cat pissed off. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and my WP supporter jersey, with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, tazer in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5′ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries thinking to myself “no flippin’ way!”

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best.

I’m sitting there alone, the cat looking on with her head tilted to one side as if to say, “don’t do it, you stupid man”, reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thingy couldn’t hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY @%$&!!

WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, CRAP ON A STICK, @&$ ME GEORGE!!!!!

I’m pretty sure the Bulls rugby team ran in through the side door, picked me up, body slammed me on the carpet over and over and over again and then slammed the recliner over my head as a just for fun.

I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet smelling like piss, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and pins and needles in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, “Do it again, do it again you stupid fool!”

Please take this from the voice of experience – there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself!!! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! Three second burst would be considered conservative. A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent and forlorn reading glasses were hanging miserably on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and judging by how my jaw hung listlessly, my bottom lip must have weighed 88 lbs. By the way, at this point my testicles, feeling like they withdrew into my body somewhere around my ribcage, are still waiting for the all clear signal to emerge from the bomb shelter. Now I know how Tom Hanks’ character felt when he had to go search for Private Ryan. I felt like I should offer a significant reward for their safe return. Even now, I experience shrinkage when I plug anything into the socket.

So if you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a tazer to test it, take my advice!

Repeat after me… “here, kitty kitty…”

So How Was The First BlogGirls Lunch?

I know you’re all just DYING to know!!! And I know my “report” on our date is late- but I wanted to make sure I got everything in!!

Well, first off, I was honoured to be part of the inaugural event. And it was truly a momentous occasion, bunnies- lemme tell you that straight up and on the record!

The lunch party- all seated at a big round table (how cool is that?)- consisted of myself, the inimitable Sweets; tiny Tamara from Doodles of a Journo; the gawjiss SleepyJane; the fantabulous Jackson Files accompanied by the darling Jackson himself; the beautiful MsMozi; and the mastermind behind the event- Phillygirl from Glad To Be A Girl.

And like WOW man- very VERY cool company!

Sweets and I- having been through this twice before, when we met each other and when we met Glugster- appeared a lot more nonchalant than we felt! We got hopelessly lost both en-route to ‘Nde Bush AND coming home (thank goodness for cigarettes, map books and gracious security guards). We were giggly and chatty in the car, wondering if we were going to be the only ones there and did we look okay and what everyone else would be like and would the conversation be easy or what!!?! Typical blind date stuff… even though it wasn’t technically a date, that’s what it felt like. I am so glad I had Sweets to “hold my hand”!!! I greeted Tamara first- as she and Phillygirl were seated at the table and waved Sweets and I over when we arrived- and I was stunned by how petite she is- I sort of expected her to be tall and imposing almost, being a journalist and all that! Phillygirl then subjected herself to a hug from me and we were all talking at once about how cold it was and how we’d gotten lost and and and! The place was almost completely empty when we arrived and for a while I thought we’d have the place to ourselves… but by 1:30pm it was packed! I think MsMozi arrived next followed by Jackson’s mom (and precious little Jackson) and last but by no means least, SleepyJane. And thank goodness Sweets and I weren’t the only ones who got lost!

Though I’ve been reading Tamara for a while, I must admit to not having visited MsMozi or SleepyJane before, and still pretty much lurking at Phillygirl’s place- but having met them I now want to visit and get to know them better! As for putting a voice and a face to Jackson’s mom- waaay cool!

What fun it was putting voices- and in a lot of cases faces- to blogs we all frequent. And nervous as we all were, the conversation didn’t let up at all- even when the food arrived! Much gluhwein, beer, coffee and coke was consumed and we ate like royalty lemme tell you- I highly recommend that there restaurant both for atmosphere and for good food. We discussed all sorts of aspects of blogging and how we’d all gotten started.

And I went armed with my camera, as usual, and was quite surprised to be the only one there with a camera! VERY un-blogger-like girls!!! And I didn’t even get pictures of all the food!!! NO pressure on me at all… ROTFLMAO

We laughed a lot and the afternoon wasn’t nearly long enough in my opinion! I have already signed myself up for the next one!!

I also had my towel with me- it was towel day after all…

p.s. girls, if anyone did not receive the photographs please let me know so I can resend them!