February 26th, 2006


Mmmm - Vin

This test was totally unfair! I had to chose between Vin and Brad. Really who could do that?

Tough guy
You scored 75% masculine, 82% athletic, 36% exotic, and 37% refined!

You love men, you love testosterone and you know it. You like a bad-ass
man who knows what he wants. He isn't what you might bring home to mom
but I don't think it really matters - he's hot! Someone like.....Vin
Diesel. But let's face it, the whole point of this was to look at a
bunch of hot guys. If you liked what you saw, please rate my test!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 83% on masculine
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You scored higher than 82% on athletic
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You scored higher than 34% on exotic
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You scored higher than 24% on refined
Link: The What type of MAN turns you on Test written by thinkandcome on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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Well, I did not make it in the knitting Olympics. I just ran out of steam today when I realized I was only 1/2 way through the 2nd blanket. I am now sitting at 7 out of 11 repeats complete, but I did have a nap this afternoon, and I watched some of the boob tube and I caught up on my friends list, so I'm all good with it.

I've gotten into the really bad habit of sitting on the couch, slightly slouched, working on my laptop all night. I noticed this afternoon that there is a butt depression where I've been sitting. We've had this couch for 13 or 14 years and it did not gain a single impression through years of daily use, but now I think someone is trying to tell me something! Me thinks I need to move around more often, and get back into the habit of working at my desk.

The other morning I was running around like a mad woman trying to get ready for work when I noticed that my keyboard was disgustard with cat hair and other bits of goo. So I grabbed the vacuum and cleaned it up. Of course I went too far, tempted fate and took another pass at the last 2 cat hairs. I managed to flick not one, but two keys off the machine and into the guts of the central vac. Cue one very unhappy hubby dismantling the piping in the wall (where he found one key) and taking the bag outside to find the other. I was extremely glad he found them, as I am fairly sure I would not have been able to go an entire day without using the 'R'. I tried to think about doing it, but it made my brain hurt.

Well the audit in Victoria starts tomorrow, and I'm going to try and get a good night's sleep.

Night all!