What is your career personality and other questions

I found this awesome website when you can take a test and based on your answers you will be assigned to one of the 6 career personality groups. There are also suggestions for career/job that will be the best match for you. This test is based on Holland codes  and it’s really interesting. The career test has just 3 questions, you choose number of answers and in 5 minutes you know your career personality. According to this test I am a social type, a helper and one of the suggested jobs was a teacher! Wow, this is what I always wanted to do.

So my first question to you. What is your career personality? Take a test and check.

I am a social type.

2. What order do you put on your clothes?

bra, underwear, stand in front of closet for an extended period of time, then pants/skirt, shirt/sweater, shoes

3. Are you generally on-time, early or late?

I’m never exactly on time. I’m either early, or more frequently, running late. (more…)

To the mall

I took quick advantage of having a car again yesterday and took Caitlin to the mall to go to the play area. We’d never done this because of the fact that we’ve only gone to the mall on Saturday and Sunday nights and it was always filled with children who definitely exceed the 42″ maximum height and looked like they would eat her for breakfast along with their cocoa puffs. So we’ve always passed it up, while she stared longingly at the large foam tree and listened to the screeching laughter of the other monsters children. Guilt has always eaten me alive by this.

I made plans to take her there yesterday and after getting the three of us cleaned and ready, off we went, just us. Just me. And two kids. Under two.

After an uneventful lunch in which I accidentally ate a red bell pepper (yuck) and Caitlin stuffed a piece of her pizza up her nose, I nervously lead the way to the play area on the other side of the mall.


The one in which my panic starts to rise because I only have 3 and 7 months before birthdays

I am ready for this massacre of a holiday season to end.

For reals, ‘yo.

I am running out of space for the mass quantities of gifts my children are receiving from my family. I am actually contemplating getting rid of a desk we don’t use to make room for everything. They are getting a (rather large) indoor/outdoor slide for crying out loud. That doesn’t include the table and chair set the girl is getting, or the freaking tea set or gazillion dolls. Or the TWO musical creeper tables and Lil’ Zoomers huge thing a-ma-bobber my little He-Man is getting.

But once January 1st is here, my focus is once again taken to other things. Such as Caitlin’s upcoming second birthday in March and the little celebration Chris and I will be having for her. And the Powerwheel four-wheeler she’s getting. And the drum set. Along with a gazillion more dolls and tea sets probably. And then, as soon as THAT is over, Kinley’s first birthday in August.


Overpaid profession, overrated musician-My 5 series

I recently joined a community of people who prepare for the GED exam  ( I write questions for their online-classes).

Somebody suggested this funny game to answer these 5 questions.

  • What’s a profession you believe to be overpaid?
  • Who’s a musician you believe to be overrated?
  • What in your life could stand to be overhauled?
  • What’s something interesting you recently overheard?
  • Who is the most overextended person you know?


A couple of names

In the spirit of Taking a Breather From the Hellish Land of Statistics Assignment and Study, here are two names I am loving at the moment.


This name is gaining some popularity; birth announcements occasionally surprise me. However, the most frequent comments made by people who wouldn’t use the name is “It sounds too literary”/”It sounds pretentious” or some combination of the two. Most people who did high school English are aware of where this probably stems from: Atticus Finch, one of the characters in Harper Lee’s Too Kill A Mockingbird. According to Wiki:

“Atticus is To Kill a Mockingbird’s most upright character, representing the moral ideal of both a lawyer and a human being: he is brutally honest, highly moral, extremely opinionated a tireless crusader for good causes (even hopeless ones), a virtual pacifist and, for the most part, devoid of any of the racial or class prejudices afflicting the other citizens of Maycomb.”


Rainbow Kiwi Biscuits









Kiwi Biscuits are a New Zealand favourite (certainly among my family anyway!). Typically they’re made with chocolate chips but last weekend I was making them with my nephew and substituted Pebbles for the choc chips since we didn’t have any. Rainbow biscuits! And very popular with all who tried them.

Today I felt like baking again so I picked up M&Ms to use instead of Pebbles. Still rainbow, but a slightly different taste to Pebbles. (And by the way, M&Ms that have been in the oven are pretty much the most awesome candy ever.)

So, without further ado, here’s the recipe!


200 grams (7.054 ounces) softened buttered
½ cup white sugar
4 tablespoons condensed milk
2 tablespoons baking powder
2 cups plain flour
1 ½ cups M&Ms (roughly; I didn’t measure, so add as many as you desire)


Combine butter and sugar until creamy. Add the condensed milk and mix well. Add the baking powder and flour and combine until just mixed. Add the M&Ms and mix all together.

Take tablespoons of the mix and roll into balls (will make 32 biscuits). Place onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Press the biscuits down slightly with a fork.

Bake at 180°C (356°F) for 20 minutes or until golden.


Versatile Blogger Award

The super-adorable Janie of Monster Girl Writes gave the Versatile Blogger Award to me! You definitely need to check out her blog ’cause it’s fantastic and so well-written. Go. Do. Now.

I think this is my first blog award ever and now I feel all special and like I just won an OSCAR or something. Omigosh, I cannot believe it! I would like to thank…

4 Rules go along with this award:

Rule 1: Thank the person who gave you this award.
Thanks Janie!


Current Addictions

False nails










The first professional manicure I ever had was at age 12 and I got fake nails put on. I thought it was pretty neat but they didn’t last that long, and because I’ve always had fairly decent nails of my own I could never justify spending the dollars on getting fake ones. Or professional manicures for that matter. I still don’t, really. However, a couple of weeks ago my sister-in-law treated me to a professionally done set of false French tips and, quite frankly, I fucking love these things. My own nails, while perfectly fine, are a little on the thin side and once I let them get to a about half a centimeter in length they start to break pretty easily. But these fake babies are as hard as anything and have served me well. I can’t bite and/or pick at my own nails and my nibbling at the skin around the nail bed has decreased as well. I am going to get another set put on later in the week because, well, why the hell not? It’s not like I spend a fortune every month doing my hair and on make-up and professional beauty services, so the occasional set of false nails is something I am highly supportive of! At lest until my bank balance says otherwise…


101 in 1001 Days Update

Newly in progress

Learn to drive a manual car.
Recently one of my sisters bought a new car and I was given her old one. It’s a Ford Telstar 1992, and it’s white. I haven’t driven it on the roads yet, but I have been practising along the dirt road on the farm. So far I’m doing okay but finding time to practice is really hard at the moment. Usually it’s dark by the time I get home and all I want to do is eat and go to sleep.

Learn the basics of car maintenance.
When my dad and I were sorting out the change of ownership papers for the aforementioned car, we spotted a hot pink, sparkly book called Essential Car Care for Girls. My dad bought it for me. It’s pretty informative and now I know how the engine works and what various parts are, as well as some useful maintenance information! It’s actually a pretty good book, but it’s definitely written with a girly-girl in mind who may or may not be completely fucking stupid. Probably the latter… I felt my inner-feminist bubbling up a bit during the course of reading it, but I was able to set aside my despair at the blatantly stereotyped target audience and learn a bunch of useful stuff.


The Good and Peacful Rural Life

Whoever says living in the country is peaceful, is lying. Well, they’re lying to a certain degree, because even though there are lush green paddocks, lots of trees, scattered houses and the obligatory farm animals, there is still a lot of noise and unpeacefulness (I don’t think that’s a word, but I don’t care).

For example, I live directly under the flight path of two airports, Auckland domestic/international and Ardmore (think small commercial aircraft, helicopters and private planes). This means that at around 5:30 a.m. every morning we get nice big jumbo jets literally shaking the foundations of our house, and we also get small, loud, warcraft-type planes. While they’re pretty cool to watch in formation*, they don’t sound so fantastic at 10:30 on a Sunday morning when you’re trying to do your psychology report.

I’ve also mentioned previously our…flock? gaggle? complex foul social grouping?…of chickens and their Mighty Male Minders (i.e. roosters). One rooster is enough noise for most people, but two can be quite intense at times, especially when poor Richard (the small one) is trying to romance one of the ladies and then Jeremy comes along in a rage. How dare Richard get a leg over any of Jeremy’s chicks? Who does he think he is, anyway? And this isn’t even the half of it, because there are fourteen chickens, all of which make just as much noise as the boys do.