There was pecan pie too! Three pies for 6 people!
Yummy cranberry jelly things.
Hope you all had a good thanksgiving!
Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
How to Get Along with Me
- Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
- Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
- Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
- Though I don’t always want to be cheered up when I’m feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
- Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive or that I’m overreacting!
What I Like About Being an Ingrid
- my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
- my ability to establish warm connections with people
- admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
- my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
- being unique and being seen as unique by others
- having aesthetic sensibilities
- being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me
What’s Hard About Being an Ingrid
- experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
- feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don’t deserve to be loved
- feeling guilty when I disappoint people
- feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me
- expecting too much from myself and life
- fearing being abandoned
- obsessing over resentments
- longing for what I don’t have
Ingrids as Children Often
- have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games
- are very sensitive
- feel that they don’t fit in
- believe they are missing something that other people have
- attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
- become anti-authoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
- feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents’ divorce)
Ingrids as Parents
- help their children become who they really are
- support their children’s creativity and originality
- are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
- are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
- are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed
Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy
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Bunnies eating bananas! What could be cuter? I love how they smack and lick their little bunny lips. Enjoy.
To cap off the election, some gems from Overheard in Minneapolis
70-year-old guy in voting line: I’ll be so damn happy to be able to watch television without all those ads.
30-something: (nods)
70-year-old guy: Isn’t it driving you crazy?
30-something: Actually we just do Netflix and don’t watch any TV at all.
70-year-old: WHAT! How do you know who to vote for then?
30-something: Um, public radio & reading?
70-year-old: Hmph, I don’t know about that.
Female voter to friend: I don’t remember the exact number, but either 200 million or billion people are going to vote today.
Really overly excited ditzy blonde college girl to friend voting for Obama: You can’t, like, vote for Obama! He is, like, a Muslim and doesn’t, like, support our troops.
Little girl, maybe six yrs old: I voted two times today already.
Old lady working the polling place (in a strict tone): You can only vote once or you go to jail.
Coworker #1: I hate how our generation feels that nothing is ever our fault. People really need to start taking responsibilities for their decisions!
Coworker #2: *completely serious* Dude, I totally agree. It’s terrible. But you know, our parents are the ones who taught us to feel entitled. It’s really their fault.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
