I’m a bundle of nerves right now. I’m literally shaking. I don’t know what the exact cause is, but it’s definitely related to Pittsburgh. I’m nervious about my plane ride. I felt better when I was going on a puddle jumper (haha) as opposed to a 747. This Code Orange thing has be a bit freaked out. I guess I’m also very excited and that’s because I get to spend a long time w/ my family and I get to watch them open the gifts I bought for them months ago.

Ugh! My hands are literally shaking!

I’m giving myself as much time as I need this morning; I was going to try to rush myself and be at work by 7:30, but screw it. I’ll probably still be there no later than 8:30, but I need some more time.

Last night I went to Sammy’s to watch the Tangerine Bowl w/ Shel, Justin, Ron, Allan and Lora, and I had a really good time. Lots of fun. Allan got me a Christmas present! I was so shocked, but it was terribly sweet of him. I was like flabberghasted! Haha. I probably spelled that word wrong, by the way.

Ok. Enough procrastinating. I’ve gotta get ready and spend as many minutes as close to Shel as possible. I know I’m going to cry when I have to leave him at the airport.

Ta ta for now!


Yesterday was just fabulous. Shel and I got our hair done at Lynnie’s. He got his usual close cut, which makes him look so handsome. And I got more red highlights, all of the blonde removed and a conditioning treatment. Plus she gave me some special shampoo, which smells great. It was nice being around Lynnie; she’s so spunky and energetic. Plus it’s nice to have family an hour away.

Then we went to Ms. Brannan’s for an early Christmas celebration. She mad such a good dinner – London Broil, need I say more? So, yeah, we had a great dinner then we opened presents. Ms. Brannan got me some cool cooking stuff, a beautiful necklace and a little snowman angel w/ my name on it. I love seeing things w/ my name on it because when I was little, alicia was too unusual to find on stuff. Ms. Brannan seemed to really like the gloves and scarf I got her. They weren’t typical gloves and scarves; they were red velvet. Very pretty. Shel opened birthday presents and my Christmas presents. He was impressed w/ the license plate thing, which made me happy. From there Shel and I helped Ms. Brannan make Fudgy Chocolate Bon-Bons. It was fun and the end result was sooooo good! Then we went to the Winston-Salem Symphony Christmas Concert. It was a fund-raiser for food banks across the area. Shel and I NEVER do stuff like that, so it was a very nice change of pace.

Then Shel and I came home – the drive back, although relatively short, seemed like for-ev-er! I swear! But once I finally got home I ordered my beautiful Pfalzcraft (spelling) dishes and went to bed!

Now Shel and I are on our way to mass. Shocker, I know.




I’m on hold right now w/ my credit card company seeing if I can get my interest rate lowered. My dad said he called his CC twice a year to get his interest rate lowered, so I figure I have nothing to lose.

Anyway. I fell in love today. Love at first sight, actually. I’m in love w/ a puppy named Potter. I can’t get him, of course, but I’d absolutely love it if I could. The reason I can’t get him is because I start w/ the foster program next month, and there’s just no way I could handle having two puppies. It’s really not an option. So, here’s Potter. Check him out and you’ll be able to see why he stole my heart. http://www.bfpa.org/Potter.html

Shel and I are running to the mall tonight to pick up my Christmas present – yay! I’m so excited to get it – it’s two framed pictures for in my living room. They’re originally $100 each, but they’re on sale for $50. They’re going to look really nice. I’m bummed, though, because I won’t have anything to open on Christmas. Oh well.

Ok, gotta see what Charlotte’s meowing at!

(my interest rate was lowered by 2%)


Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging

ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their “need to be needed.” In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of “service” is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)
ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted–even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating (“If you want it done right, do it yourself”). And although they’re hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they’re getting, it’s somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don’t call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.

In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they’ve bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.

While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle–and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being “nice” as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones–although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.

Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment’s notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don’t expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven’t known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for “sulking,” the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided “good manners.” An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ’s unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they “didn’t want to burden anyone with.” Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.


I have to update this thing soon, I know. Today I sat at my computer at work writing an entry when I found myself ranting and raving about the downfall of my neurotic family. Maybe I’ll pull it out of the recycle bin and forward it to myself. Who knows. But, I’m quite the tired little chica, so off to DreamLand I go… Nightie night, y’all!