What is your worldview?
Am a sucker for these quizzes. So after seeing this on Jon's blog
, I had to do it. Here are the results:
| You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.|
What is Your World View? (corrected...again)
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Yet another Cultural Creative. Huh. I guess that makes sense.
Also, I have to admit, I didn't understand some of the questions.
Like this: "Life has been a self-alienation of the divine and we're moving closer to realizing our true nature."
Very, very cranky.
I have found that I have very little patience lately. I don't know if its the pregnancy or what, but I become irritated and impatient very quickly.
At my nephew's birthday party last weekend, I found myself wanting to smack my mother-in-law's hand away when she kept rubbing my (almost non-existent) tummy bump. I don't know how I will keep my cool as I get bigger and all and sundry feel the need to give me a pat. I never thought that this would bother me...well, it does.
Also, at work yesterday, I was just about to explode because I am SO SICK AND TIRED of my coworkers taking forever to get things done. I mean, when one of them asks me to do something for them, I do it right away. Somehow, my requests to them seem to get last priority. Why, for example, does it take someone a month to edit a manual? WHY? WHY?!!! And why is it okay with my boss that it takes them so long?
I have gotten into the habit, when I send someone at work an email with a question and get no response, of sending them a second, slightly snippy email asking them to please get back to me. It usually works, and sometimes actually brings them to my cube in person. Does the end justify the means in this case, or am I making a nusiance of myself and being a bitch? You know, it's funny, but I really don't care. Maybe that answers my last question. Hmmm.
One of my side jobs is cutting hair, and as I walked into one of my client's houses yesterday I was hit with very loud, very cheesy reggae music playing on one of the cable music channels. I was considering whether or not it would be rude to ask them to please.turn.it.off. I didn't, figuring it's their house after all, and then, they turned it UP. Gaaah.
So all of this combines to make me very tired of people in general and makes me want to hibernate at home. I know that's not good. I think part of it is that I've been really tired and feeling overwhelmed. God give me patience, cause I need it. NOW.
Auugghhh! I don't like this.
bugs me. Why can't we just be Christians and live in the real world?
In case you don't feel like clicking on the link, it's a story about a Christian gym, called the Lord's Gym. I guess it's taking off on that T-shirt that's been around for a long time, you know, the one with Jesus all muscular and doing a push up with the cross on His back, and the cross says "The sins of the world"? Then there's a slogan reading "Bench press this" below it?
I'm just really put off by the description of the gym. It seems like it's exploiting Christianity as a marketing tool. No, I'm not going to qualify that statement: It is
Here's what I mean:
The gym's Christian theme isn't hard to find in the décor. According to Men's Fitness, "a wall by the Stairmasters is covered with a floor-to-ceiling mural of 'Daniel in the Lion's Den' ... the steps are each inscribed with a different line from John 3:16 ... and the juice bar sells smoothies with names like 'Land of Milk and Honey,' 'John the Baptist' and 'Joseph's Surprise,' in two sizes -- David and Goliath."
The hottest fitness trend over the past few years has been yoga -- an activity its followers find both physically and mentally beneficial, some to an almost spiritual level. But Lord's Gym owner Paul Sorchy says yoga's popularity is not what spawned his facility.
"Yoga is not what my focus was about. It was about keeping the focus on my Lord Jesus ... We don't call it yoga. It is called yo-god," Sorchy told Fox News.
Plus, you can't wear tight-fitting clothes there. That's fabulous. I don't know about you, but when I'm sweating on a treadmill for 30 minutes, I don't want to be wearing a big 'ol T-shirt. If some schlub looks at me and it causes a problem for him, that is not my problem. He should talk to God about it, and concentrate on his workout.
I don't know. I just find this all extremely annoying. Of course, this company is free to market their gym in whatever way they want, and if people enjoy going there, great. I just wouldn't.
What do you think?
via Seven Inches of Sense
Katherine's post about cats
was a timely one for me.
I have a cat named Marvin. He's about 9 years old, and he weighs about 19 pounds. He's polydactyl, which means he has 6 toes on all of his feet.
He's very affectionate, and I love him, but right now he's driving me frickin' crazy.
Since he's so big, it's a bit of an imposition when he jumps on your lap. Especially now that I'm pregnant, it just feels crowded
I just got a new pair of black pants, and when I went into the kitchen yesterday morning, Marvin was following me around, rubbing up against my legs, and leaving a gray film of hair all over my pants. I knew that he needed to be fed, so I started to get him his food, accompanied by more rubbing on legs which caused me to nearly trip over him.
I set down his food, and he promptly ignored it and continued to follow me around again, rubbing against my legs, despite my best efforts to avoid him. I gave up and opened the back door so he could go outside and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!
Unfortunately, that only caused him to get his feet dirty and gave him the opportunity to take a big crap in the garden, residue of which remained on his tail. Lovely. I should mention that I only discovered this when he came back in the house and jumped on my lap.
I went into the bathroom to get ready, and he tried to follow me in there, but he got the door slammed in his face. It was actually kind of a relief to come to work and sit in my nice quiet cubicle with nobody bothering me.
For another, more forceful, but very funny, rant about cats, see Blue-Eyed Infidel