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Jan 28, 2011
Oct 9, 2010
DISC Test Results
I love these types of assessments. I'm not quite sure why I find them so fascinating. What's hilarious about my results is that my dad is an a high "S", my mom is a high "C", and Sarah is an absolute "S". I basically defied all familial norms when I came on stage.
The test I took was not the most thorough, but it was free. I know Wikipedia's not the most wonderful source of all time, but I did like the following summary:
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Dominance: High "D" people are described as demanding, forceful, egocentric, strong willed, driving, determined, ambitious, aggressive, and pioneering. Low D scores describe those who are conservative, low keyed, cooperative, calculating, undemanding, cautious, mild, agreeable, modest and peaceful.
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Conscientious: High "C" people are careful, cautious, exacting, neat, systematic, diplomatic, accurate, and tactful. Those with low "C" scores challenge the rules and want independence and are described as self-willed, stubborn, opinionated, unsystematic, arbitrary, and unconcerned with details.
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Oct 2, 2010
Megan's Note
Megan left me this note on a "floating post-it" as my dad calls them. They're the post it notes that you can put on your computer desktop. It's from early January of this year, but I saved the message and found it not long ago. Basically, my little sister is amazng. Enough said.
Love you, Megs!
Love you, Megs!
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Jul 21, 2010
Life at the Miller House
Life at the Miller House:
At random times throughout the day, people burst into song.
Inside jokes cracked left and right.
::knock knock:: ::opens door:: "Hey, Mom's calling you."
"I'm a WHALE!" - Sarah
"Lauren, could you come here?!" - "Coming!"
Morning meetings of giggling girls.
Cello practicing every day.
Sisters often make faces to make other sisters laugh.
The quiet hum of computers.
Flute practicing every day.
"Aundra?!" - "I think she has her headphones on, I'll get her."
Footsteps pounding down the hall and stairs after the dinner call.
Hugs.
A super hyper dog whenever anyone arrives home.
::someone sighs:: Someone else: "Yeah, I know, me too."
Violin practicing every day.
Laughter from the twins room.
Music suddenly blasts from speakers someone forgot to turn down.
"Virus database has been updated."
Hilarious conversations at the dinner table.
Finishing other sister's sentences.
"I'm gonna gut you in the punch! ....wait." - Aundra
Saying the same thing at the same time.
Sisters huddled around Sarah's computer screen.
Piano practicing every day.
High fives.
"Who's day is it to feed the dog?" - Dad
A psychotic fish who likes bubbles.
Baking cookies by memory.
Mickey-mouse pancakes.
Singing very loud with music while cleaning.
Morning chores.
Everyone hangin' out in the school room.
Sister visits in Lauren's room while she listens to an audio session.
"Special listening" playing in Megan's room.
Dash from the movie Incredibles said it so well...
"I love our family."
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Kicks and Giggles...
Jun 18, 2010
Older Siblings and Strawberry Lemonade
Awesome older siblings are the best thing ever. You know they love you enough to let you get away with some things, but also love you enough to be reasonable. At the same time, they know when you’re pushing them too far, and respond accordingly, at the same that they’re very sharing. Even though I only have one older sibling, I think she’s the best one ever. At the same time that we have loads of fun, I do know my boundaries. Take the following example for instance:
Sarah’s talking.
Her water bottle, filled with strawberry lemonade, is sitting on the desk next to her.
I grab the water bottle, open it.
She doesn’t see me at first.
I take a sip and grin.
She looks over.
I sip some more.
She give me that older sister level one cut-it-out look.
I know it’s non-threatening.
I drink a little more.
She keeps talking.
I sip again.
She gives me that older sister level two cut-it-out look.
I grin and sip some more.
I know I’m dangerously close to physical threat now.
She finishes what she’s saying.
I grin and sip some more.
She gives me that older sister level three cut-it-out look.
I know that I won’t get away without a penalty because I’ve brought it this far.
I grin, sip some more, close the top, hand it back, and giggle deviously.
She whacks me on the head with the water bottle.
“Ah-ha-ha-ow!”
I knew the levels were progressing. And I knew not to drink the whole thing. I knew to hand it back at the point that would not evoke serious physical or psychological turmoil. And it was because she had set those levels, those guidelines, and those consequences in previous entanglements.
Also, there is a fine line between being seriously annoying, and being funnily annoying. This exchange was camped in the latter of the two arenas. She didn't really mind that I drank some of her lemonade, this also had been previously established in past situations. However, it would have been seriously annoying for me to drink the whole thing.
I know right where I am, what I’m allowed to do without being seriously annoying, but what’s still considered teasingly funny. However, teasingly funny has its levels, and even results in teasing consequences. I know where the line is, but testing it is sure a lot of fun, as long as it doesn’t cross the line into seriously annoying.
Besides, it was worth the strawberry lemonade.
Sarah’s talking.
Her water bottle, filled with strawberry lemonade, is sitting on the desk next to her.
I grab the water bottle, open it.
She doesn’t see me at first.
I take a sip and grin.
She looks over.
I sip some more.
She give me that older sister level one cut-it-out look.
I know it’s non-threatening.
I drink a little more.
She keeps talking.
I sip again.
She gives me that older sister level two cut-it-out look.
I grin and sip some more.
I know I’m dangerously close to physical threat now.
She finishes what she’s saying.
I grin and sip some more.
She gives me that older sister level three cut-it-out look.
I know that I won’t get away without a penalty because I’ve brought it this far.
I grin, sip some more, close the top, hand it back, and giggle deviously.
She whacks me on the head with the water bottle.
“Ah-ha-ha-ow!”
I knew the levels were progressing. And I knew not to drink the whole thing. I knew to hand it back at the point that would not evoke serious physical or psychological turmoil. And it was because she had set those levels, those guidelines, and those consequences in previous entanglements.
Also, there is a fine line between being seriously annoying, and being funnily annoying. This exchange was camped in the latter of the two arenas. She didn't really mind that I drank some of her lemonade, this also had been previously established in past situations. However, it would have been seriously annoying for me to drink the whole thing.
I know right where I am, what I’m allowed to do without being seriously annoying, but what’s still considered teasingly funny. However, teasingly funny has its levels, and even results in teasing consequences. I know where the line is, but testing it is sure a lot of fun, as long as it doesn’t cross the line into seriously annoying.
Besides, it was worth the strawberry lemonade.
Labels:
Everyday Weeks,
Kicks and Giggles...
Feb 3, 2010
The Occasional Hilarity of Broken Sequences...
Mom walks out of her bedroom one morning to find (then) seven-year-old Megan meandering about the upstairs.
Mom asks, "Megan, have you had breakfast yet?"
...without missing a beat, Megan replies...
"No I don't know what to wear."
Ha ha!...at which point, the four of us older sisters immediately erupt into giggles and laughter, Megan grins and begins an immediate explanative speech to justify her said response, and Mom looks completely confused until the dots connect. Then she joins the fun.
If it still doesn't make sense, here's the deal. The kitchen is downstairs. Megan didn't want to go downstairs until she was out of her pajamas and dressed for the day. She didn't know what to wear.
Mom: "Megan, have you had breakfast yet?"
Megan: "No, I don't know what to wear."
Mom asks, "Megan, have you had breakfast yet?"
...without missing a beat, Megan replies...
"No I don't know what to wear."
Ha ha!...at which point, the four of us older sisters immediately erupt into giggles and laughter, Megan grins and begins an immediate explanative speech to justify her said response, and Mom looks completely confused until the dots connect. Then she joins the fun.
If it still doesn't make sense, here's the deal. The kitchen is downstairs. Megan didn't want to go downstairs until she was out of her pajamas and dressed for the day. She didn't know what to wear.
Mom: "Megan, have you had breakfast yet?"
Megan: "No, I don't know what to wear."
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