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I've been doing some research lately on personality types, and applying the different types to people I know either personally or professionally.

Rather than go through a simple site that explained all of them, I gathered all of the types and went through a few of them via google.* Why? Because this doesn't narrow the results to just personality types; instead, searching for them individually includes articles, blogs, professional development, and biographies. Have you ever taken a personality test to determine which one you are? Feel free to leave your personality type in the comments section... I'd love to see if I'm right about you :)

This site needs to be updated, but the information is sound and it gives a basic, general idea of the 16 personality types.

It's pretty interesting to look through the different types and see your friends, family, or acquaintances in each one of them. It really changes conversational dynamics when you can communicate to someone who is vastly different by becoming familiar with how they think. One can actually learn to speak and empathize with others on a deeper level by "saying what they can hear." I think Gary Chapman brings a Christian emphasis to this in his Love Languages series.

I found it amusing when I arrived at the ENFP type in my google* search. One researcher calls them "global learners," "story tellers," "very bright," and yet.... "intellectuals with at 'silly switch.'" ENFPs are probably the most communicative of the personality types, but with a twist: almost everything is deeply meaningful to them and very personal. I found blog posts titled "I'm an ENFP!" and "So I took a personality test, and I'm an ENFP!" Hello, world!

One researcher even went so far as to say that some ENFPs will spend time convincing others that he/she (the ENFP) is a wonderful and fascinating person. Which may partially explain the blog posts- although what I found is that the blog writers were actually trying to convince the readers of something that was wonderful or fascinating to them, even if it appeared small or trivial. So very different from, say, the ENTJ, described as "I don't care to sit by the window on the airplane. If can't control it, why look?" (How sad for him. Sir, trade seats with me so I can look out the window at all the fascinating things down there?)

ENFP/Champions are a sub-category of ENFPs; sort of like ENFPs on a triple-shot-latte. They make up about 3% of the population, and the main difference is that they tend to be a little more effective (publicly, anyway) in their causes and efforts they "champion" for. Emily Yoffe speculates that Obama is an ENFP/Champion in her article.

Very interesting stuff!

So what do you think? Which one are you?

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*at-her-risk (ha, ha)

I refuse to capitalize the "g" in google from now on, because it just doesn't seem right.

TheBlondePhilosophy: Update.

TheBlondePhilosophy: Update.

http://theblondephilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/11/please.html

Update.

Dad went to the ankle doctor today, and the doctor says he can loosen the boot once in awhile! This is great news, because that pesky boot has been so uncomfortable for him. It probably doesn't help that he tried to do yard work last weekend, and maybe got some sawdust in it... hmmm....

Unfortunately, the ankle break is such that he may have to wear it another 6 weeks. Initially, the boot and crutches were supposed to be used for 6 weeks total, but as we all know science isn't perfect and our bodies all heal at different paces.

No further news on the Other Obstacle, but I assure you I will keep you all updated, even if it is through the email... I may not post every detail here, as I am sure you understand. Thank you for your prayers and notes of encouragement. I took my laptop over to the living room tonight and read him the latest support emails. They really mean a lot to us all, but especially my dad.

:)

Chelsea & Co.

(Notes of encouragement, kudos, "We're praying for you! notes to Mike, send to chelseas.blog@gmail.com)

One In Each Color, Please.

Ok, so how amazing is this? It's a pen/highlighter that holds those little Post-It Flags!!!!
And, it is refillable!
Is there no end to the madness?!?
(You know you want one.)

In Tampa, We Call These "Robes."

Have you heard of the "Snuggie"? No? Well, if you think the idea is painful, try watching the infomercial. Who knew that being cold was so darn frustrating that someone had to go and cut a hole in a perfectly fine blanket, add "sleeves," and then make us feel guilty for turning up the heat...?

The Getaway.

Tampa is starting to get chilly these days, especially after the sun goes down. I took a drive down to one of my favorite places: St. Armands' Circle, near Sarasota. There is just something enchanting about the place, where the words "economic turmoil" or "times like these" just don't exist and shoppers hold up handbags or shoes that just might purchase a Democrat's haircut. And, it is usually quiet on Sundays- a perfect place to stroll and shop and contemplate a myriad of things. I figured it would be a great place to get away to, even just for the afternoon. I'd do a little shopping, get a latte, and then kick off my shoes and go for a walk on the beach and clear my head.

Well, it wasn't so quiet today. There was a classic/current Mustang show going on in the circle, and there were people everywhere. I parked myself on a sunny little bench and finished my peppermint-mocha-decaf-latte and did one of my favorite things to do: think and people-watch. I was soon approached* by a nice looking man who introduced himself as Phil.

Phil seemed undeterred by my obvious leave-me-alone stature.

"You here for the show?"

"No."

"You from around here?"

"No."

"I just talked to my brother! He is married and has two kids and he lives in London!"

"That must keep him busy."

"Are you here with friends?"

"No."

"Ah, an independent girl! I like that!"

"Um, my boyfriend is over there in the port-a-john. [Wave in general direction of the blue pod with the long line.] I'm getting a little bit concerned because he's been in there for like an hour, and the people in line are giving me dirty looks. Maybe you could go check on him?"

"Um, yeah, well, enjoy the rest of the show..."

Crisis Adverted!!!!!!!!!

(Ok, so I didn't really say that last part to him, because he eventually gave up on trying to create a conversation with me. This was, however, going to be a last resort line.)*

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So anyways I drove all the way down there and I got some sunshine on my face and shoulders and I saw some really pretty things to get for Christmas presents (maybe next weekend) and I had a really, really good cup of coffee and saw a lot of sweet old people talking about their good old days in their Mustangs, and I wasn't cold until it got late and the sun started to set, and then I took a slice of pepperoni pizza down the beach and I found that bench we sat on that one time and the sun started to set and it felt great to have some sand on my feet and to watch the sunset and I felt like I had a little getaway but it didn't clear my head like I thought it would, so goodnight and sweet dreams, and thankfully I can count on time to help with that.

*I tend to get approached, a lot, by all types of people: old, young happy, sad, questionable.... My friend pointed this out to me tonight as I recounted this story. I just wanted to note that I love, love meeting new people and I love, love that people feel comfortable coming up and talking to me. I normally don't discourage this. I think if you had been there today, though, you'd understand. Thanks.

Thank You.

Thank you so much to those who have emailed notes to my dad and who promise to pray for him. You guys brought tears to my eyes and I know it will mean so much to him when I print them for him this weekend. 

-Chelsea

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See posts labeled "Mike" for the story- email notes of encouragement and let him know he is in your prayers to chelseas.blog@gmail.com

:)