Left Brain : Right Brain : What Is Your Brain?

The mind is a powerful thing and I love the science behind left brain-right brain characteristics. But I don't want to go deep into the science because Mom sent me this great email today that is just too fun. Of course, sharing is one of my better qualities. (smile)

First, look at this picture to determine if you see the lady turning clockwise or counter clockwise.



If you see this lady turning clockwise, you are supposed to be using your right brain.

If you see it turning the other way, (the lady turning counter-clockwise) you are supposed to be using your left brain.

Some people can make the lady turn both ways, but most people see it turning just one way. Only about 15% of the United States population can see her or make her move both ways.

What does it mean to be left brain or right brain?

Research has shown that people who are dominated by the right side of the brain are:

• artistic
• creative
• emotional
• extremely imaginative
• animated talkers that use their hands
• do not like to follow rules that seem unimportant to them
• spontaneous
• able to dream in color
• sensitive to smells and knows your perfume with just a whiff
• often perceived as lacking values or wishy washy/on the fence

People who are dominated by the left brain are:

• logical
• analyze the facts
• blunt
• evaluate to determine problem
• plan and constant goal setters
• perfectionist
• high expectations of self
• make well thought out decisions
• slow to react
• detail-oriented
• able to easily focus on tasks

After looking at the lady in the picture and watching her turn both ways, I was totally mesmerized! As I stare at her, she appears to turn one way and then the other almost like dancing or ballet. It is just too cool!

So I found a test and after taking it, my score stated that I am 39.6 % right brain and 60.4% left brain. I'm fascinated with my own brain!

Let's measure your left brain and right brain too. Take the test and then come back with your score and tell us!

You still remember the difference between a man and woman's brain too, don't you? hee hee hee

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Flatus and Eructating

As stated in William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet,

What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;

which basically means that names are not the thing or person. Names are just words used for identification, but the essence of the thing or being will remain the same no matter what we call it or him/her.

For instance, I could call a potato an apple, but the potato will still be a potato. A potato will never be an apple no matter how many times I call it "apple." The name of something doesn't change the essence of it's existence.



Today I was talking with the guys at lunch and it was one of my Steve moments. I always find it so amusing that men and women have such a difference in attitudes about some subjects.

The topic of conversation navigated towards two things which men in general find quite funny while women turn their noses up at the subject:

Flatus which is better known as a fart, poot, passed gas, breaking wind, barking spiders, fluff, silent killer, air biscuit, cut the cheese, bean bombers, poof, ripsnorter, green fog and toot to name a few and I mean "few"

Eructate which is just another word for burp, bubble, belch and vurp

Unspoken rules exist for men and women when it comes to passing gas and burping in public, however, I wonder if women produced this chasm? When babies are small and mother's hold them up to "burp" them, what do they say after the baby has produced an often loud burp? Women exclaim in a happy voice, "Good boy!" or "That's a girl!" As the child gets older, boys continue to belch loudly because "boys will be boys" especially alone with one another. Girls, on the other hand, suddenly become shy about their bodily noises and try to be "little ladies."

The tales at lunch today were about loud burping and passing gas in front of wives and friends who were mostly of the same gender. Of course, I don't have a wife because although I have been dubbed Steve, I really am a woman.

No, I will not prove it.

You're just going to have to believe me on that one.

Anyway, I started thinking about my grandmother who I call Mam-Maw. Since she has passed away and because I think she would get a big kick out of this whole post, I'm going to share a private story with you. Mam-Maw and I were buddies and she doted on me all the time. I loved spending time with her. When we were alone, she acted AB-SO-LUTELY hilarious.

I was about six years old and staying with Mam-Maw while everyone else was off doing their own thing on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I remember that Gran-Gran, my very hard working grandfather, was outside mowing the yard and gardening.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Mam-Maw exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as she ran towards the bathroom. Within seconds I heard loud farts that could have blasted the roof off the house.

"MAM-MAW!" I exclaimed giggling. This kind of loud-bodily-noise-sharing was something totally opposite of the behavior of my prim and proper Mom.

"Mam-Maw has got to do what she has to do," she said as if we were discussing someone else.

"Why are your poots so loud?" I innocently asked her.

I don't know if it was my amazement at the whole scenario, but she started giggling. Eventually she couldn't contain it and the giggles turned into chuckles and eventually morphed into wholehearted belly laughs. Mam-Maw sounded so funny that I couldn't contain my laughter either.

The more we laughed, the more she passed gas in a very loud way which only caused us to laugh louder. For whatever reason, Mam-Maw started burping during the midst of all the flatulating.

I was curled up in a ball on the floor outside of her bathroom door laughing until tears rolled out of the corner of my eyes and my stomach muscles ached.

As you can tell, Mam-Maw and I found great humor in "cutting the cheese" loudly and belching. So as the guys recounted their stories of bombing and being bombed during lunch today, I fondly remembered my stinky times with Mam-Maw.

I do not know why women think passing gas and belching are disgusting and men find them to be sources of great humor and even camaraderie. Maybe it will go down in the annuls of time as one of those Mars vs. Venus differences. I do know, however, that "by any other name" a fart would never smell sweet and that my Mom will still find this post disgusting.

Is that why I am laughing so hard and can barely type?

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Seeing Through The Branches

Walking up to this beautiful flowering Bradford Pear tree, I was able to see thousands of white blossoms with the sun shining behind them. It was almost like a glowing snowball. I know that the blossoms don't last long, but it's just a nice addition to the hot summer months.


The flowers on the outside of the branches are just as beautiful as the flowers that are hidden on the inside of all the leaves close to the branches and tree trunk.


It is the same tree that was barren and gray in the winter, but the blossoms have a way of enhancing the bark.


There are millions of people on the planet and if they have a kind, gentle attitude, it is always easy to find something beautiful or handsome about each of them. However, there are some people that are especially gorgeous and it isn't a matter of opinion...it is science.

Humans who have the left and right side of their faces closer to total symmetry are more pleasing to the eye and the subconscious mind picks up on this uniformity. I'm sure you have heard...

"Beauty is altogether
in the eye of the beholder."~Lew Wallace~

Just because someone has face symmetry doesn't mean that everyone is going to think that person is nice looking - science based or not. As a matter of fact, there is always one thing that makes a person look ugly to me.

Have you ever known someone that is so mean, rude, unfair, selfish and/or unkind, that they appear physically ugly? I have encountered many people who are what I call, pretty on the outside and ugly on the inside. The total opposite is also true. A really normal looking individual can appear as the most gorgeous person simply because they are super kind, thoughtful, generous, loving and unselfish.

Just as I discovered that the hidden blossoms only add to the beauty of the Bradford Pear tree, so it is with people. Take the time to improve your character and learn how to be the person that you want as a friend or a companion. That is the real secret of becoming beautiful. Real beauty always originates from the soul.


"Beauty is not in the face;
beauty is a light in the heart. ~Kahlil Gibran~

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Tell The Truth Thursday - Physical Features

Welcome to "Tell The Truth Thursday" where the question that has been posted in my right side bar gets answered by me and you...and sometimes my husband too! Did you prepare your post and are you ready to drop your URL into the McLinky so that we all can follow? Grab the thumb above linking it back to this blog posting and let's get started...

The question this week is :

What do you think is your best physical attribute? What do other people think is your best physical feature?

I find it to be true that we often want the things we don't have and are not grateful for the things that we do. I'm as big an offender as anyone else which is precisely why I write about such things as women being physically beautiful and feeling it. I think we all suffer with low self-esteem at different points in our lives.

Physically, I am not even close to the body I would love to inhabit. My ideal body...Let's see, I want to be blond, have a golden bronze tan, no freckles, blue eyes, height of 5'11" and fashionably fill a size 44D bra. Obviously, I don't come anywhere close to that ideal which is precisely why I have felt ugly most of my life.

Stupid?

Yes!

Women, myself included, have that horrible habit of comparing ourselves to not only an ideal in our head, but also to other women. This practice NEVER makes me feel better about me. As a matter of fact, it is just depressing!

After an abundance of self-talk, I usually get to the same conclusion...Our physical appearance does not define the person we are inside. Isn't that what really matters anyway? Besides, if we are able to live eighty or ninety years on this planet, won't we all be wrinkled and if we are lucky enough to have hair, won't it be white? Obviously, there are not any ninety year olds that look like a twenty-five year old Victoria Secret model.

I wonder why we torment ourselves with unrealistic expectations instead of just being grateful to be alive?

Well, there are things about myself that I do like, but they are really qualities or inner characteristics instead of physical features. If I have to pick something on my body that I like, it would have to be my hair. It is naturally curly which is a real time saver. I don't have to mess with curling irons, flat irons, curlers or perms. I just wash, add a little mousse, blow dry for three minutes, add some hair spray and the rest dries and curls without any help from me.


My honest belief is that no matter how you look on the outside, if the inside is shallow and ugly, the outside becomes totally unattractive. If the inside is filled with love and compassion, the physical appearance is beautiful.

So will I still wish for a bronze tan when I turn out the lights tonight and my glow-in-the-dark skin brightens the whole room?

Yes! Duh!!!!



Now it is your turn to answer the Tell The Truth Thursday question. Enter the post URL that answers the question in the Linky below...

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Blogs, Bellies, Booties and Breasts

I have a blog.

Actually, I have eight blogs and that alone would prove my point, but then this posting would be too short and borning with only two sentences and no pictures. Therefore, let's continue.

I read and officially "follow" a whole bunch of blogs.

Writing and reading blogs takes time even if you type fast and speed read. Often, I get caught up in blogging and I don't get enough rest.


I've never had a six pack belly. I have the terrible habit of looking at women and comparing myself. I know! I know! I post about not doing that all the time, but I have the same problems as you do. But the moment I see delicious food, I don't think about my belly flab any more. That thought is like yesterday - gone, gone and over. Of course, I eat the things I shouldn't and regret it later especially if it is sugary and makes me pass out from sugar overload due to my lovely diabetes.


I can't forget the booties either. In the winter, it's a little easier because we all wear sweaters, flannel shirts or big jackets so the bootie is somewhat hidden. However, it is now May which means bright sunshine, warmer temperatures, shorts and perfectly tone and tiny booties. I'm not talking about mine. Your booties are perfect and mine is...well...sat on all the time and is wider. I don't get exercise because I am too busy working, blogging, filling my belly and sitting on my bootie. All of which just makes my bootie bigger. It is such a vicious circle.


Other than the fact I have been semi-bashing myself, do you know what all those things have in common? No?

Obsession.

I am obsessed with blogs and the internet. My voracious appetite for knowledge appears to be unquenchable, as well as, my desire for delicious food. No matter how much I desire a flat tummy and cute bootie, my obsessions seem to win day after day. I am so happy blogging, eating and sitting on my bootie, that I hardly think about it...well, that's true most of the time.

Sometimes these obsessions can wreak havoc with my self-esteem, but that is a typical obsessive attitude. Pulling one way and another constantly either means I'm extreme or crazy. I choose the former, thank you.

There are steps that can be taken to help overcome obsessions, but right now at this point in my life, I'm choosing to keep them. I have plenty of time to work on them all and if I don't have time, it won't matter anyway will it?!

Oh, you're wondering what breasts have to do with this topic of conversation? I want more of them without implants. Not actually more breasts (ummmmm, please, two is enough), but I would like the two I have to be bigger, fuller, faster than a speeding bullet...no, no, I got confused...fluffier. Doesn't that sound so gorgeous? I can imagine saying:

I have full and fluffy breasts.


That's in my dreams. That's why I had to cut the Victoria Secrets model's head off in the photo. I'm too jealous of her breasts. I won't tell you that my mom is like that picture. Oops, Mom. I'm sorry. It slipped out before I knew what I was typing.

It makes me have nightmares when I hear women say, "I want a breast reduction." If I had to roll the girls around in a wheel barrel, I would still want them!

(wheel barrel?)

Second thought, maybe not quite that big.

Maybe a full and fluffy E cup. It even sounds beautiful.

E.

Ahhhh, one more time. Say it with me.

E.

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