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Amber= quiet, adaptable, and sensitive

Aaron and I had a huge craving for some sushi tonight so we went to one of our favorite restaurants. I got my smoked salmon sashimi and spicy salmon roll, which made my belly very happy. Afterwards, we got our fortune cookies which is always lots of fun.

We love to read our fortunes and the ones that have the "learn chinese" on the back are extra fun. Mine tonight was perhaps a little off...

"You are quiet, adaptable, and sensitive to others."

Let's start with quiet. For those who don't know me, I think I have been called many things but NEVER quiet. I started a blog to talk to anyone who would listen since my "real-life" friends probably get tired of hearing me. And as for volume control, my voice registers right under a chain saw on the decibel charts...

Adaptable... pretty sure that I have very few circumstances when I've possessed this trait. I like to pretend that I "roll with the punches", but when it comes down to it- I hate change. Makes me crazy really. I like my life to be nice and predictable. Some call it boring. I call it low-maintenance.

Sensitive to others... this one makes my own mother crazy!!! She is incredibly sensitive to others and about her own feelings. And I've definitely hurt those feelings a time or two. I care about others, but apparently that is quite different than being sensitive. I tell it how it is and forget that not everyone likes advice delivered in the blunt form. I've never really understood sugar-coating. It's the same message with a lot of crap thrown in to protect someone.

Point of this is to say that maybe, just maybe, fortunes aren't actually that accurate after all. And I possibly have some areas for improvement. At least it didn't say "quiet, adaptable, and fertile."

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2009 at 4:11 AM

    lolol!! You just cracked me up! Thanks for the smile!

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  2. shalynSeptember 13, 2009 at 4:45 PM

    are you trying to tell me the one I got this week that says "all my hard work will be greatly rewarded soon" is a bunch of bunk? because if that is what you are saying, then I agree you are so insensitive

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  3. JessSeptember 14, 2009 at 9:08 PM

    You crack me up! Thanks for the laugh! :)

    How is Aaron feeling, has he completely healed from his surgery?

    I agree, it is sad how many dogs need a good home but people don't get them because they want pure bred dogs. Shelby is a pure bred American Bulldog (G's friend at work gave us a good deal on her) but I don't any difference between her or Claire. It broke my heart that it took 2 months to find our baby girl a good home. I wish more people would rescue dogs rather than buying expensive dogs just because it "sounds good"!

    babyparamore.blogspot.com

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