So, I linked to this from my uncle's blog, and found it to be very interesting. I'm curious to see what personality styles other people are. So, if you have time and the willingness, let's see your style. Jung typology test. Here's my results


Qualitative analysis of your type formula

You are:
very expressed introvert
moderately expressed sensing personality
moderately expressed thinking personality
moderately expressed judging personality

moar funny pictures

.........ummm, apparently I'm not smart enough to figure out how to take a picture and put it on my blog. There doesn't seem to be an "attach" button on here................it's a boy

The sharks were circling before 7 this morning. It's like I never even left the office. But it's ok, I carry a big oar, and I beat them back. Although, I have a sneaking feeling that they went to get reinforcements, and plan to mount a secondary offensive.
[subject change]
This Thursday is the day that we are supposed to find out the sex of the baby. I'll post my own sonogram pics, if the technology doesn't elude me. I plan to alter them to protect the modesty of the innocent. Hopefully they won't gross anyone
out.

Well, that's it, I don't know how this happened, but it has been 10 years today since I got out of the Marines. I don't think I need to say anything about time flying when you're having fun, because there were a lot of those years that I was definitely NOT having fun. Although I was doing things at the time, that the world tells us are fun. You know, it's funny looking back, when I enlisted, I enlisted for 5 years. I remember thinking about how old I'd be at the end of my contract. I couldn't fathom being a 23 year old, and how mature I'd be by then. Boy I got that part wrong. So here we are today. I work in an office. I tell trucks where to go, and what to do. Blech. I feel like I need to be making something or doing something, not facilitating others who do make stuff and do stuff. Of course, I used to do those things, I took flat pieces of steel and turned them into water trucks with my dad, I have hauled heavy machinery all over the place, and they don't pay as well. So is that the tradeoff then? Give up a little personal satisfaction for a little more money? Don't get me wrong, my job's not awful, it's just not great; however it does allow me to be home at night, every night, and not be laid up in a motel somewhere, on the way to deliver somebody's bulldozer. So maybe that's the tradeoff instead, give up lonely nights away from home for some quality time with your family.