strengths finder results from a couple of years ago

At my old job, we took the StrengthsFinder 2.0 test. My current boss handed me the book today, but because I like to save money, I was like – HOLD UP. Instead, I got my results from my last job, which I figure can be part of my compensation from screwing me out of a week’s worth of unused sick time and a bonus for being there for five years. (I’m not bitter… well, I am, but I’d gladly trade that crap for being in the kind of environment I’m in now.)

And here are my strengths, which I’m documenting solely for my own personal use in the future when I wonder about what my strengths were when I was working 50 hour a week in a job that I really loved while I was in my early 30s.

  • Activator
  • Command
  • Competition
  • Individualization
  • Learner

To delve more into the details:

Activator: I turn thoughts into actions and I’m impatient. My process is often sloppy, but shit gets done. I learn from experiencing, not from lecturing and theoretical discussions that never go anywhere. This might also be code for workaholic, but I’ll take it. 

Command: I have presence. I will take control of a situation and make decisions. I may possibly intimidate people, but people are still drawn to me. I lead by example and my emotions can take over an entire room. Not the first time I’ve been told that and I try to only use it for good and not for evil!

Competition: I would like to win, please. I especially like contests where I know I can win. I basically need other people around just to use them as a yardstick to measure my awesome abilities in everything. While I know life’s not a competition, I like work to be because I like to be the best. It can also help motivate others to want to win as well.

Individualization: I’m intrigued with each person I get to know and have a gift at figuring out how people who might be different can work together successfully. I draw out the best in people and make successful teams. I love some diversity! This just tells me I should be a WNBA scout, if I’m reading this right.

Learner: Love the process of learning. I don’t need to be a subject matter expert, but I like knowing… stuff. The idea of continuously improving is appealing to me. I don’t want to become stagnant in a role or in a company that’s just happy with doing the same thing day in and day out.

Back in the day when I worked at Best Buy, we took this same thing. I don’t remember all of my results, but I do remember I used to have WOO on my list. And that talks about meeting new people and breaking the ice and winning them over. It’s kind of fascinating (in a super nerdy way) that I’ve completely dropped that from my repertoire of strengths as I’ve gotten older and actually found my career niche.

OMG. Thus ends my work nerdiness. I can’t help it. I f’ing love learning about people. And, according to me, I’m the best person to learn about. Must explain my obsession of still maintaining old school blogging, which is, you know, ALL ABOUT ME.

it’s been nine long days of waiting

Nine days is a lot. And the nagging thing is that we have at least seven more days from there before we’re able to find out if the completely invasive procedure that my wife had done last week actually worked. We’re having an ongoing dialogue to try to figure out if we just test when the doctor said we could or if we just let nature run it’s course and see what happens.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Amelia is very well read and has studied birthing and pregnancy in great detail, both for personal and professional gain. She knows her body pretty well and probably knows mine better than I do. And I mean in the medical sense, because this ain’t that kind of blog. The thing is, I don’t wait for answers. I hate waiting for answers to texts and I really hate waiting for email responses (from my school especially!), but this is kinda different. I can’t harass someone until they just give in and give me an answer.

Today, if this little procedure worked, a little something called implantation can be happening, if it hasn’t already. I went wifeless to Whirlyball on Sunday, because if a blastocyst was going to be implanting, we didn’t feel like it was probably a good idea for her to be sitting in a bumper car and get rammed several dozen times. That implantation thing is pretty important and typically happens between days 8 and 10. So, you know, anytime.

We’re both completely aware of the statistics with this. We know some people who hit it out of the park the first time they tried IUI and got pregnant right away. We know some people that had to try it a few times before it happened and we know some people that just didn’t have any luck with it at all. Statistics suck, but they’re based on things like science and truth. And that’s cool. Just because we’re gay doesn’t mean our entire life is full of rainbows and unicorns. We’re pretty logical folks, too.

We’re continuing to carry on with our lives like we normally would, except the one of us that isn’t currently acting as an incubator is doing more of the heavy lifting, which included a crap load of shoveling snow last night. I figure by the time Kid #1 moves out, Kid #2 will be old enough to shovel the driveway and I won’t complain about that at all.

If one of y’all could make time go a little bit faster and another one of y’all could just ensure we get the answer we want, I’d totally give you naming rights. Just don’t tell my wife.

why whirlyball is the greatest thing in the world

Bumper cars, whiffle balls and flinging it across a closed off room in an attempt to try to get it into a circle with a 20 inch diameter. That’s why it’s the greatest thing in the world. Or at least in the top 100 greatest things in the world.

First a visual:

It’s a shaky video, but playing WhirlyBall isn’t exactly the smoothest thing in the world!

See, Amelia and I first saw this building, which used to be an old movie theater, slowly developing into this WhirlyBall place and we had no idea what it is. My wife, who would probably choose to marry Google instead of me if it were legal, looked it up and saw that it was quite possibly the coolest thing in the world… except it just wasn’t open yet.

Time passed, probably years and years, and it was time for my Bachelorish party. Jenni tried to get a group together, but finding a time in the summer where 10 people are available isn’t kind of tricky… and I didn’t really give her that big of a list to begin with for people that I wanted to spend my last single days with. So, we didn’t get a chance to try it out then.

And then finally, our friend Andy drafted 10 people and WHIRLYBALL WAS ON.

Basically, you split into two teams. One team shoots on one end and vice versa. The wiffle ball gets passed from player to player (or launched down the court) with lacrosse like scoops. The end goal is to hit a circle that’s several feet off the ground. It sounds easy and I suppose it could be, except there’s not a lot of people that can accurately aim a wiffle ball on a regular basis, you know?

If you have a WhirlyBall location in your area, go do it. As Kristin yelled to me on Sunday while we were ramming into each other, it’s impossible not to smile the entire the time you’re playing. Our team got smoked three out of four quarters on Sunday, but you laugh and smile the whole time. It’s a relatively safe game, but there is some random jarring when someone t-bones you with their bumper car, or if you’re like me, and ram the steering stick into your inner thigh at least once each time you play.

There’s one in Chicago, the Detroit area, the Kansas City area, and I’m sure a few more places. If you have the opportunity, it’s absolutely worth it. We’re doing it monthly-ish and it’s absolutely worth every single cent.

an insemination happened on monday

That’s right. A lady we don’t even know injected 23,000,000 viable sperm into my wife’s hooha and now we’re just waiting for two weeks to see if we’ll be spending money on millions and millions of additional sperm or things like cloth diapers, a car seat and co-sleeper. Either way, this is sure to be the longest two weeks of my life.

I ask Amelia a lot of questions. I mean a lot of questions. She’s a doula, has studied traditional midwifery, has had a kid, and is generally really damn smart when it comes to the fine art of babymaking. Sometimes I feel bad asking her so many questions so I try to Google things on my own, where I end up on websites like or and then I just get angry at humanity in general.

There are so many acronyms that I just get annoyed. It’s worse than LOL, BRB, LYLAS, ROFLMAO, and AFK combined, and then some. Ladies (and, yes, it’s ALL LADIES) use things like BFP and BFN when they talk about the pregnancy test results (that’s big fat positive and big fat negative) on the tests they’ve taken two seconds after they’ve had semen anywhere near them. They refer to sex as BD, which is an abbreviation for BABY DANCE. If you stumble upon a message board full of ladies trying to conceive, you’re going to find it just as confusing as reading the text messages of a 13 year old girl. And, truly, the IQs are probably both the same.

Today is technically day two of our wait. At 12:30 today, I was certain it must be Thursday of next week. No such luck. In day two, if our little biology experience inside my wife’s uterus worked as we’re hoping it did, a zygote has been formed and a sex has already been determined of our future offspring.

I’m probably going to be a terrible parent, because I’m so concerned we don’t have names picked out and OHMYGOD. And then I went to and felt sorry for the names that our future generations are going to get saddled with. That stupid site let’s you see what people are searching in a live feed. I sat for a good five minutes and used a lot of swear words as I watched people search for names like: Copper, Zeppelin, Nemo and Prim. Please stop searching for dog names, band names, fish names and Hunger Games names, okay? Nobody likes those.

For tomorrow, while I’m sitting in an training class about FMLA Compliance and Friday, please send as many good thoughts as you can for our little zygote to start doing some good healthy traveling through my wife’s Fallopian tube and into her uterus. Let me know if you need more biology terms. I’m totally down with sharing them with you.

probably a true minnesotan now since i’ve spent a weekend “up north”

We made plans a few weeks ago to go to a cabin in the Brainerd Lakes area with Jenni, Matt, Missy and Joe. In fact, I think we made these plans in September while we were sitting around a campfire. The idea of winter camping (except not really camping) seemed like a super awesome idea!! We always complain about not being able to go camping enough in the summer and I think it’s the total removal from most of the busy stuff we get sidetracked with that made us really look forward to it. At least for me!

I took a half day and after we went to pick up our donor sperm (that’s a whole post of it’s own), we headed out of town and on towards northland. B-t-dubs, my boss just got back from Mexico, one of my co-workers went to Phoenix and another co-worker is going to Phoenix at the end of the month. Somehow, I think they are kind of smarter than me.

We got to our cabin at Boyd Lodge around 5ish and unpacked the car. We traveled light, which is super easy to do with only two adults and no kids or animals (thanks to Jenny!) and no tents or air mattresses or camping chairs, etc. Clearly winter cabin camping needs to become a regular occurrence. We settled in, had a couple of drinks, played some games and decided to head to Zorbaz for some dinner and trivia. We were hungry and feeling smart – what else was there to do?


We won trivia and a $25 Zorbaz gift card, which we blew on shots for the four of us that weren’t pregnant or in the midst of trying to get pregnant. We went back to the ranch, where Amelia and I crashed so hard it wasn’t even funny.

The next day, we woke up, ate four kinds of breakfast, including our leftover Zorbaz’s pizza we left out on the deck all night turning it into pizza pops, and were total bums all day long. It was GLORIOUS. I didn’t even put real pants on until Jenni, Matt and I decided to go outside. I was having cabin fever something fierce.

We walked along three lakes, avoided many snowmobilers, played hockey and almost fell into a lake. The last one might be an over-exaggeration. We came back, switched back into pajama pants, played some more games, ate some delicious tacos, had a couple drinks and played some more games.


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TL;DR – going to the cabin with absolutely nothing planned is the best thing ever and I will not hesitate to do it again every single winter. I would encourage you all to do the same.

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