Classic Movie Test

Not sure if this means I’m Martin Sheen or Marlon Brando and I don’t like the smell of napalm in the morning. I came across this bit of fun at Bobby Revelian’s blog. Bobby if you read this I tried to link directly to the post but got an account suspended message, whatever that means.

Bobby came across it at the Brown Baron’s blog and his What’s Your Classic Movie Profile post. Can’t help thinking it would have been better to be Bobby’s Indiana Jones or the Baron’s Easy Rider.

Still take the test yourself and leave a comment so we can see who you are.


What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Classic Movie Test

Not sure if this means I’m Martin Sheen or Marlon Brando and I don’t like the smell of napalm in the morning. I came across this bit of fun at Bobby Revelian’s blog. Bobby if you read this I tried to link directly to the post but got an account suspended message, whatever that means.

Bobby came across it at the Brown Baron’s blog and his What’s Your Classic Movie Profile post. Can’t help thinking it would have been better to be Bobby’s Indiana Jones or the Baron’s Easy Rider.

Still take the test yourself and leave a comment so we can see who you are.


What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Parents and the damage done.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
Mitch Albom – the five people you meet in Heaven

How sad that quote is true I thought when I read it. What damage was done to me and how has that legacy made me damage my own children? But it also made me think about the whole story. I realised that whilst all parents do damage their children, many are also there to pick them up when they fall, to kiss away the hurts and sooth the aches and pains.

Sometimes as kids we don’t realise that.

We don’t necessarily give our parents the credit they deserve for the repairs they do to the damage done. I am sure that there are bad parents but I am equally sure that most of us do our best. That we do sometimes struggle with doing the right thing by our kids but that the last thing we want them to do is grow up hurt or damaged. We want them to know that if their pristine glass is smudged that we will do our utmost to wipe those flaws away.

And you know, the smudges can be removed, they don’t have to be forever. The relationships we have with our parents and our children will ebb and flow with circumstance. There will be times when we are angry, other times when we hurt, still more when we concentrate on the flaws in the glass rather than the depth of its beauty. Sometimes the reflections cast from those flaws are not those of the people we are looking at but our own images staring back at us. All of these things, the blemishes and imperfections as well as the sheer beauty we can find in others are all parts of the complexities of the love that binds us.

Parents and the damage done.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
Mitch Albom – the five people you meet in Heaven

How sad that quote is true I thought when I read it. What damage was done to me and how has that legacy made me damage my own children? But it also made me think about the whole story. I realised that whilst all parents do damage their children, many are also there to pick them up when they fall, to kiss away the hurts and sooth the aches and pains.

Sometimes as kids we don’t realise that.

We don’t necessarily give our parents the credit they deserve for the repairs they do to the damage done. I am sure that there are bad parents but I am equally sure that most of us do our best. That we do sometimes struggle with doing the right thing by our kids but that the last thing we want them to do is grow up hurt or damaged. We want them to know that if their pristine glass is smudged that we will do our utmost to wipe those flaws away.

And you know, the smudges can be removed, they don’t have to be forever. The relationships we have with our parents and our children will ebb and flow with circumstance. There will be times when we are angry, other times when we hurt, still more when we concentrate on the flaws in the glass rather than the depth of its beauty. Sometimes the reflections cast from those flaws are not those of the people we are looking at but our own images staring back at us. All of these things, the blemishes and imperfections as well as the sheer beauty we can find in others are all parts of the complexities of the love that binds us.

Parents and the damage done.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
Mitch Albom – the five people you meet in Heaven

How sad that quote is true I thought when I read it. What damage was done to me and how has that legacy made me damage my own children? But it also made me think about the whole story. I realised that whilst all parents do damage their children, many are also there to pick them up when they fall, to kiss away the hurts and sooth the aches and pains.

Sometimes as kids we don’t realise that.

We don’t necessarily give our parents the credit they deserve for the repairs they do to the damage done. I am sure that there are bad parents but I am equally sure that most of us do our best. That we do sometimes struggle with doing the right thing by our kids but that the last thing we want them to do is grow up hurt or damaged. We want them to know that if their pristine glass is smudged that we will do our utmost to wipe those flaws away.

And you know, the smudges can be removed, they don’t have to be forever. The relationships we have with our parents and our children will ebb and flow with circumstance. There will be times when we are angry, other times when we hurt, still more when we concentrate on the flaws in the glass rather than the depth of its beauty. Sometimes the reflections cast from those flaws are not those of the people we are looking at but our own images staring back at us. All of these things, the blemishes and imperfections as well as the sheer beauty we can find in others are all parts of the complexities of the love that binds us.

Thought for the day 1

Why do cats have canine teeth?

Thought for the day 1

Why do cats have canine teeth?

Assumptions? Do me a favour…


We all make assumptions and whilst I try not to, I am finding that it is a very difficult thing not to do. I have made assumptions about people’s behaviour, about their character, about their feelings and motivations, about their lifestyles, even about their emotions. I have labelled people and been labelled because of assumptions.

The problem with assuming things is it leads to incorrect behaviour on my part. Sometimes when you think you are doing the right thing, it can be totally wrong. I am not a good communicator when it comes to personal issues. Put me in front of an audience where I’m talking about work related stuff and I do a good job – get me one on one to talk about feelings and I generally fail miserably and clam up. Maybe that’s a male thing, maybe it’s a result of being a turtle – pulling my head inside my shell every time it looks like getting knocked off.

I’ve also made assumptions about why people read what I write and for those who comment I think it’s because there is some way in which we connect. But maybe I’m wrong to assume that too.

Funny I started blogging simply as a form of therapy and if I dig back into my archives I see that the comments there were few and far between. Somewhere along the way though, I began to see the establishment of my own little community, people who visited me and who I in turn visited and came to know. I have assumed, and again maybe incorrectly, that most people who read my blogs regularly are also bloggers. Certainly everyone who comments [with the exception of you Jen] seem to also write your own blogs.

But I am curious about the rest of you and therefore I am asking a favour. If you read this please leave a comment as to who and where you are and maybe if you feel like it why you visit here. If you are a blogger please visit the other bloggers who comment and maybe leave a comment on one of their posts saying Loz sent you 😉

Assumptions? Do me a favour…


We all make assumptions and whilst I try not to, I am finding that it is a very difficult thing not to do. I have made assumptions about people’s behaviour, about their character, about their feelings and motivations, about their lifestyles, even about their emotions. I have labelled people and been labelled because of assumptions.

The problem with assuming things is it leads to incorrect behaviour on my part. Sometimes when you think you are doing the right thing, it can be totally wrong. I am not a good communicator when it comes to personal issues. Put me in front of an audience where I’m talking about work related stuff and I do a good job – get me one on one to talk about feelings and I generally fail miserably and clam up. Maybe that’s a male thing, maybe it’s a result of being a turtle – pulling my head inside my shell every time it looks like getting knocked off.

I’ve also made assumptions about why people read what I write and for those who comment I think it’s because there is some way in which we connect. But maybe I’m wrong to assume that too.

Funny I started blogging simply as a form of therapy and if I dig back into my archives I see that the comments there were few and far between. Somewhere along the way though, I began to see the establishment of my own little community, people who visited me and who I in turn visited and came to know. I have assumed, and again maybe incorrectly, that most people who read my blogs regularly are also bloggers. Certainly everyone who comments [with the exception of you Jen] seem to also write your own blogs.

But I am curious about the rest of you and therefore I am asking a favour. If you read this please leave a comment as to who and where you are and maybe if you feel like it why you visit here. If you are a blogger please visit the other bloggers who comment and maybe leave a comment on one of their posts saying Loz sent you 😉

Assumptions? Do me a favour…


We all make assumptions and whilst I try not to, I am finding that it is a very difficult thing not to do. I have made assumptions about people’s behaviour, about their character, about their feelings and motivations, about their lifestyles, even about their emotions. I have labelled people and been labelled because of assumptions.

The problem with assuming things is it leads to incorrect behaviour on my part. Sometimes when you think you are doing the right thing, it can be totally wrong. I am not a good communicator when it comes to personal issues. Put me in front of an audience where I’m talking about work related stuff and I do a good job – get me one on one to talk about feelings and I generally fail miserably and clam up. Maybe that’s a male thing, maybe it’s a result of being a turtle – pulling my head inside my shell every time it looks like getting knocked off.

I’ve also made assumptions about why people read what I write and for those who comment I think it’s because there is some way in which we connect. But maybe I’m wrong to assume that too.

Funny I started blogging simply as a form of therapy and if I dig back into my archives I see that the comments there were few and far between. Somewhere along the way though, I began to see the establishment of my own little community, people who visited me and who I in turn visited and came to know. I have assumed, and again maybe incorrectly, that most people who read my blogs regularly are also bloggers. Certainly everyone who comments [with the exception of you Jen] seem to also write your own blogs.

But I am curious about the rest of you and therefore I am asking a favour. If you read this please leave a comment as to who and where you are and maybe if you feel like it why you visit here. If you are a blogger please visit the other bloggers who comment and maybe leave a comment on one of their posts saying Loz sent you 😉

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