My 3 Ninja Turtles and The Color Test


My kids often play with a headless Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.  It had a head up until my 2-year-old decapitated it.  I thought I’d be able to fix it, but my oldest child lost the head before I had a chance.  They love the toy all the same and often have it rescue Barbie from the jaws of the vicious Toy Story T-Rex (who is missing his tail) or he helps out Buzz Lightyear (who has a broken left arm).  None of my children, to my knowledge, has ever seen the TMNT cartoons or movies.  I, on the other hand, grew up watching the sewer dwelling heroes who, as strange as it sounds, were almost heart throbs.

While on the website, my oldest child discovered a personality test to determine which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle you are.  With a lot of patience and some simplification of terminology, I had all my children take the test, and, of course, I took it too.  As silly as it seems the results were surprisingly accurate based on what I know about my children so far in their lives.


Each of my 3 children has a very distinct personality.  My oldest child is outgoing and highly sociable.  She is also creative, intelligent and funny. She is cautious when trying new things and will watch others before trying something new.  She laughs easily and likes to have a good time.  She dislikes cleaning, and keeping things in order is a near impossibility for her, yet she is persuasive and can convince others to do her work for her.  When she took the “Which Turtle are You?” Quiz her result was the orange turtle, Michelangelo.

Whoa! Lucky! You’re the coolest, mellowest Turtle ever! Mikey can’t wait to be part of the real world, and insists that people would accept the Turtles if they only got to know them. Raph’s always coming after Mikey about his spaciness, but his creative thinking has saved their shells a million times. Like Mikey, you make up for your lack of focus with a wild imagination, and your unpredictability makes you a tough competitor in any arena.

My second child is sweet and loving but shy around strangers and reserved in most settings.  He is also very systematic in how he does things, very particular and picky about how he likes things done, and sometimes downright unmovable in his plans.  He is often afraid to try new things and cries over things that shouldn’t be that scary.  He avoids conflicts and often gives in to more dominant personalities.  His test result did not surprise me at all; he is the purple turtle and the contraption creator, Donatello.

Like Donatello, you are a brilliant inventor. You may not make all of the Turtles’ gadgets, weapons, and vehicles, like he does, but you’ve got the brains for it! But sometimes you and Donnie are too smart for your own good, like when you’re too busy admiring an enemy’s futuristic laser cannon to run for your lives. But when it comes down to it, it’s other people’s lives that really keep your head in a mission. You fight with your heart, and that makes you a very powerful warrior.

My third child is wild, into everything, and afraid of nothing.  She dislikes rules and sets out to break them all.  She destroys books and toys, scribbles on furniture and the walls, throws her food all over, and constantly dumps my purse (which she knows drives me nuts).  She must be watched carefully because she does not hesitate to try something new and highly risky.  She likes to be in charge and orders her siblings around.  This one was absolutely a given, my littlest wild child is none other than the red turtle, Raphael.

Are you all about action? Because Raph is a straight-up brawler. Raphael has no patience for hiding in shadows or keeping his voice down. Tough, brawny, and aggressive, Raph would rather fight first and ask questions later, which sometimes gets the Turtles in over their heads. He and Leo constantly clash over the best plan of action — as in, Leo likes to plan, and Raph likes action. Raph’s also got a sarcastic sense of humor, and the only one safe from his insults is his loyal pet turtle, Spike. Do you have a pet turtle? Maybe you should get one!

I am caring and nurturing as a mother.  I often am the one who makes all the plans for the entire family, organizes everything, and oversees that things get done the way they need to get done. I am usually the one who initiates conversations and lessons as well as keeps the kid busy in extracurricular and weekend activities.  My kids sometimes gang up on me and try to get away with things they shouldn’t.  They all seem to know I have a huge heart and am not great at discipline.  When I took the silly and oh-so scientific quiz on, I came out, to noone’s surprise as Leonardo.

Just like you, Leonardo dreams of being the perfect hero: a brave, decisive, square-jawed leader of men, just like his idol, Captain Ryan, from his favorite TV show Space Heroes. Unfortunately, right now he’s an inexperienced teen in charge of three rowdy brothers who love to poke fun at him. But in the end, the other Turtles know they can always count on Leo to hatch a plan that will lead them to victory. So stay focused and lead the pack! Your team is counting on you.

This activity got me thinking of another personality test (“The Hartman Personality Profile” a.k.a. “The Color Test”) that I have administered to my students and colleagues over the years.  It is simple and seemingly basic, but I have always found that it reveals a lot, and helps me to know everything from who maybe should not sit together to who will need more exciting learning opportunities.

If I had to assign my children a color on the Hartman Personality Profile I would say my oldest is a Yellow, my second child is a White, and my third child is a Red.  The test reveals the driving “core motives” of those who take it.  I am a Blue personality.  Blue personalities are motivated by intimacy; Yellow personalities are motivated by fun; White personalities are motivated by peace; and Red personalities are motivated by power.

Knowing what motivates my children gives me the upper hand and helps me know how to frame things in order to win their buy-in and cooperation.  If I want my oldest to do something it needs to be fun.  My middle child will not respond well to anything that upsets his inner peace, so I need to make sure that my tone and volume stay nice and peaceful.  My littlest needs to feel like she has power in all the things she does, and giving her choices proves the best way to let her think she’s in charge.  In the end, I am motivated by having strong relationships with each of my children, so by adapting to meet their core needs then I ultimately can fulfill my own.  It’s a win-win!

When I think of the TMNT characters in relationship to these colors or core motives, I have to say, I think got it right.  And, I have a good idea of something my kids might actually like for Christmas this year.


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Dreams and Nightscares–Understanding Children’s Hopes and Fears

“People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams.  Once they’re in your subconscious, they are immortal.”

Patricia Hampl, American poet

I sometimes have very vivid dreams.  I often wake with ideas in my head.  Sometimes I wonder if my dreams are parts of my active imagination working overtime or if they are somehow visions of what will come.  For example, before making the decision to spend time doing service work and leaving college for almost two years, I had a dream in which I saw faces flashing in my mind.

It seemed as if my brain was tapping into its memory stores searching for everyone I had ever met.  Like some movie collage/montage images of people I hadn’t thought of in years flashed through my mind.  Friends, teachers, neighbors, family members, even acquaintances’ faces flipping one after another finally came to an abrupt stop, and it felt like my mind was searching for faces that I couldn’t pull from memory because they were not there to be pulled out.  I felt I was looking for people I needed to meet.  It was a confirmation to me that I needed to leave school for a short time to go in search of the missing faces.

“All human beings are also dream beings.  Dreaming ties all mankind together.”

Jack Kerouac, American writer

The visionary type of dream has happened to me on more than one occasion and often after I am trying to make an important decision or when I am very connected to another person and they are in need of some reassurance.  My close friend miscarried four times and was devastated over the thought that she would not carry a pregnancy to full term.  I had been present through her heartaches and felt her pain and sadness along with her.  I never knew what to say to help her, but I was always willing to listen and cry with her.

One night I had a dream about my friend and twins–a boy and a girl–whom I could see very clearly with one resembling her and the other favoring her husband.  I hesitated in telling her about my dream because I didn’t want to give her false hope or cause her more upset.  In a conversation with her something made me feel that I should share the dream.  She revealed to me that she hadn’t told me yet because she wanted to be certain, but she was pregnant again.  When an ultrasound confirmed she was having twins, I was the first person she called to share the news.  We both were in shock when further ultrasounds revealed the babies were a boy and a girl.  On one of her last check-ups, I drove her to the doctor’s office, and when he wanted her to go in for immediate surgery, I was present.  The babies arrived in good health looking one like her father and the other like his mother.  It was almost unbelievable, but it had happened.

I am not clairvoyant nor do I make any claims at having powers to see or predict the future, but sometimes I am given dreams that do come to fruition.  Not every dream I’ve had has come true, thankfully.  I had Star Wars Back to the Future sheets as a child that caused me to often dream I was in the movie.  My mom tells of a time I called out in my sleep, “Star Wars has got me.  Star Wars has got me.”  These dreams are more fantasy than the other visionary dreams.

“There seems to be something in dream images that reminds us of language….We have the feeling they might mean something.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, English poet

Scientists studying dreams at Harvard School of Medicine have found that dreams increase with an influx of the chemical Acetylcholine.  Electrical activity in the brain increases as we dream, and unlike all our other bodily functions like heart beat and metabolism, our brain activity even while in deep sleep does not significantly decrease.  Our cerebral cortex houses our memories, and because our waking minds can not process all the information that bombards us during any given day’s activities, much information that we did not consciously process while awake is stored in memory.  High frequency, low amplitude Beta Waves control the mind while awake.  Low frequency, high amplitude Alpha, Theta and Delta Waves contour the dreaming mind.  Brain activity measured in human dreams is also present in other mammals making dreams an universal phenomenon in humans and all mammals.  REM-activity in the brain is not found in lower-order animals, which means other animals most likely do not dream.  The Fruedian concept of the Id comes into play in dreams because the conscious mind does not have control.  The Id then can take over and reveal its needs and desires in our dreaming state.  But, despite Harvard’s attempts and Frued’s theories dream science’s limits remain undefined.

A few years ago at a tag sale in the Warwick Valley, I picked up a book on dreams, Dreams: More than 350 Symbols and Interpretations.  I bought the book because I thought it might be helpful for writing poetry or fiction, but I have turned to it to understand dreams that I have had and that my friends and children have had.  I believe the subconscious mind creates and uses symbols to transmit messages or reveal hopes and fears.

“The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night…”

Carl Jung, Swiss psychiatrist

Just this week, a female colleague of mine who is older than I am told me that she had dreamed of me over our summer break.  In her dream I was her mother.  I responded jokingly, “I am your mother.  I was your mother in another life.”  We both laughed.  Later I looked up on the internet what dreaming of someone in the role of mother might mean and read in a couple of places that the person dreaming of you in such a role is in need of “care and support.”  When I mentioned this to my colleague she indicated to me that she could use both from me both in the classroom in increasing the creativity of the writing activities and on a personal level with a contentious custody battle she is undergoing for her son.  I told her she would have my support in both areas.  I don’t know if she believes in dreams the way I do, but her opening up to me about seeing me in her dream opened the door to our conversation about how I can help her, and so I am glad she had the dream.

My six-year-old told me recently about a dream she had where a “vanilla girl” dipped herself in chocolate to become a “chocolate girl,” and she became a dancer like her.  This was an interesting dream to me because I see her thinking about racial identity, and I asked her to tell me how she felt about the dream.  She said she felt “fine” and that the girl in her dream was “happy being chocolate.”  In some ways, I feel this dream represents my smart girl accepting herself.  I am not a psychologist, but I think she has learned to love herself and accept our racial differences.

My two-year old daughter had a nightscare during this same short period.  In her dream a lion was trying to eat her.  She even showed me the finger that the lion was biting.  I had to go into her room and prove to her that there wasn’t a lion.  Still unconvinced and leary of returning to her bed, I did my best roaring and lion battling to scare away any lions in her room.  In this instance, I think my little girl was expressing her unhappiness over her new daycare and the little boy who has been biting her and hitting her.  The lion was her way of letting me know that she is not happy, and the impetus for me deciding to move her back to her former daycare.

For weeks before returning to the regular school year, I have been dreaming that I am stuck in traffic.  This would seem to not be so out-of-the-ordinary considering my commute in congested traffic to my job, but the dream symbol of traffic is also representative of “the extent to which your environment cooperates with or hinders your goals.”  These dreams also indicate that more “patience, self-assertion or creativity” are needed to reach the goals I’ve set.  My greatest goal at present is to write professionally and to publish the material I’ve dedicated so much of my time to already.  Perhaps this dream of being stuck indicates that I have to do something differently to get unstuck.  Writing this blog has been my latest attempt at getting to my goal in a new direction.

Whatever their origin or purpose, I am fascinated by dreams.  Carl Jung believed in dreams revealing universal human experience or collective soul.  “Dreams were purposeful to Jung because the archetypes contained in them offered a mirror in which the dreamer could look for feedback concerning the condition of the self.  Dreams were caused by the world, but were purposeful in explaining the self in the world as well.”  Anything that can help navigate the world, in my viewpoint, is useful and important.  I also find dreams important to helping my children understand themselves and identifying their hopes and dreams as well as thier anxieties and fears.  I enjoy dreaming and sometimes allow myself to do it with my eyes open.

“Existence would be intolerable if we never were to dream.”

Anatole France, French Writer

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9/11 Gain from Loss

My students were all babies or just twinkles in their mother’s eyes when the attack on The Twin Towers took place.  They don’t have any memories associated with that date in September, and so it isn’t real to them.  The moment of silence in the school building was louder than it should have been.  The essays about the impact on the families of those lost were not heartfelt.  It seems it is more difficult to teach students to care about those they do not know personally than it is to get them to pass one of the new Common Core state tests.

I remember the day vividly.  My grandmother woke me up to tell me the Trade Center had been attacked, and we watched the footage together over and over.  I had been inside the Trade Center only a few months before buying discounted theater tickets at the TKTS booth, and every time I left New York for New Jersey where I had been living I kept my eyes on the World a Trade Center until it disappeared out of sight.

The attack on NYC motivated me to become a teacher in the city.  I would have most likely become a lawyer if September the eleventh had not occurred.  I felt the desire to move to NY in order to help students learn not only how to read and write, but also how to care about each other and the world at large.

Sometimes I feel I have failed.  My mind has been trying to think up ways to teach compassion for others and a sense of civic responsibility for sometime now.  I struggle when my students don’t take the pledge seriously.  I struggle when they are mean and nasty to each other.

Today I broke my cell phone.  I dropped it in the parking lot and it was smashed by a car.  In some ways this is the perfect metaphor for how I feel about my students’ lack of caring about 9/11.  The cell phone which was my lifeline with all the important numbers and pictures and Siri on it was something I assumed would always be there and available.  When it was broken I had to face the realities that I had lost everything I had taken advantage of having at my fingertips.  Perhaps without losses we do not understand the fullness of the lives we had.  Perhaps my students need to learn the hard way.

I do not  wish to pass unfair judgments on my students, but I think they might not process the extent of what happened until they’ve had to lose more in order to gain insights into the event that changed Amereica.







Story Time Makes Real Difference

“What is Real?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit to the Skin Horse.

“Real isn’t how you are made.  It’s a thing that happens to you.  When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

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This wasn’t the post I planned, but it’s the post I feel I need to share.  My daughter looks forward to nightly story time.  All my kids do–I first read to the littles (2 and 3 year-olds) two quick stories.  It takes more time with my 6 year-old who first reads me a story and then to whom I read a story.

Last night I was tired from cleaning my new classroom; irritated with my husband over his forgetting my kids’ lunches; and cranky to discover messes all over the house.  I didn’t want to keep going when I got home late, but the kids needed food and showers and love.  I wanted to skip storytime all together, and I managed to placate the littles when I put on a book on the IPad for them to listen to as they fell asleep, but my big girl wouldn’t hear of an electronic device replacing me.

So, I begrudgingly agreed to read to her.  Though, I told her the Little Bill book she had wanted to finish reading to me would have to wait another night.  She went to the bookcase and selected a story.  I had told her to select a “short” one.  When she came back to her twin bed, my eyes were “resting” but not for long.  As soon as I saw the title of the book she selected, my eyes teared up.


My mom and my paternal grandmother always read to me.  I remember with my mom a night I was very sick with a high fever and stomache pain.  My mom sat up and read me Nancy Drew stories.  I still have the story of the twin puppets who weren’t puppets but real children in my mind.  It creeps me out still today.  But, the story that I most loved hearing from both women was that of The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.

She had to pick that one.  I can barely make it through the story without choking up.  Just seeing the cover page made me teary, how could I read the story of the rabbit’s journey from loneliness to friendship, loss to love, and innocence to wisdom on his way to becoming “real” without thinking of my own childhood and without hearing my mother and grandmother’s voices?

I love the story of the shy toy made of velveteen and stuffed with sawdust who longs for love.  I love its message, but its emotional power comes from the emotions I feel connected to those who read it to me. I miss being read to (though it would be quite awkward to cuddle up with my mom and listen to her read to me now).  I miss my grandmother who died when my daughter was just shy of a year old.  I miss the people who loved me as a child and read to me even when they were tired.

I read to my daughter through my tears.  She wiped my cheeks tenderly and kept telling me that “It’s ok, mom.  It’s just a story.”  She’s helping me on my way to becoming real.


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Back-to-School Breakdowns, Tantrums and Dropouts

Today was a Professional Development Day for me and my colleagues.  It meant getting my kids back into school mode, getting my self out the door, and moving rooms in the building.  All these elements led to breakdowns, tantrums and dropouts–mine and the kids.

We’d been practicing for today for almost two weeks, and I thought we had gotten things almost to perfection.  I eliminated the timers that drove my 6 year-old to theatrics and replaced them with a C.D. of “Good Morning” songs (a bit annoying but liked by my children).  I’d started a rewards system to ensure compliance, and I allowed the children choices in clothing selection all chosen at night to avoid morning indecisiveness over wardrobe.

Using “Good Morning Songs” by Twin Sisters IP, LLC we had been working on our morning routine.  I timed the songs on the C.D. to get to the ten minute mark by which time my daughter should have brushed her teeth, washed her face and dressed in the clothing selected the night before. (She resists all these tasks with an iron will!) She knows that “Up and At ‘Em” is her wake up song; “Just Get Dressed” is her brush your teeth song; “Dress for the Weather” is her wash your face song; and by “I Can Do It” she should be dressed.

If she can accomplish these tasks by the time “Zip, Button, Buckle And Tie” comes on then she earns a Chuck E. Cheese token for her Anna and Elsa piggy bank which once filled will get her a day of cheesy bliss at the restaurant and arcade.

My little kids wake up to my personal favorite, “The Tag Goes In the Back” (I sometimes get this wrong in my rush, so it’s a good reminder to me to do a tag check) and the process begins again culminating in “Make New Friends” and a sticker for their prize chart.  Today our new babysitter got the thrill of our morning song party, and to my great happiness, things went smoothly.  My daughter even let the babysitter style her hair–this is major!

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So why was I the one breaking down and crying on the way to the city?  I like to work.  I’ve never wanted to just stay-at-home.  I wanted both career and family, so why for Pete’s Sake (no idea what that means) was I an emotional mess?

I don’t know if my emotional state was sensed by my children or contagious or what the deal was, but today was a day of tantrums.  My 2 year-old cried and cried I was told after drop-off at daycare.  She refused to be consoled for almost a straight hour.  That must have been delightful.  My 3 year-old called the teacher’s aid “poopy pants” and then preceded to kick the teacher who was trying to talk to him about name calling.  He then decided to throw his own half-hour fit.

But, the worst of all is that my 6 year-old has decided she’s going to drop out of first grade.  I’m still not sure what’s led her to such a drastic stance, but she did tell me that she’d rather continue in “horrible, awful, terrible Mommy School” than return to school tomorrow.  If she drops out, do I get to too?

All I can hope for is a better day.  Oh wait, I have a disaster in my classroom waiting for me and my students.  Maybe, dropping out isn’t such a bad idea after all.

Days like these make me super grateful for the Jewish holidays in September!  Mazel Tov.


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Johnny Depp, Shakespeare, Bjork, Tolkein, Luke Skywalker and Me

I love to understand people–including myself.  I am interested in knowing what motivates and drives others.  I constantly study the behaviors of others looking to reveal their inner-lives, hopes and desires. This comes in handy as a teacher, as a mother and as member of society at large.

Understanding teenagers often seems an impossibility more difficult than cracking the Enigma code.  My beautiful niece whose photographs add beauty and reader interest to this entry is currently smack dab in the middle of her own identity formation stage–something that has not been easy for her or her mother at times.  She is talented, intelligent, beautiful and creative.  She is also moody, prone to sadness, self-depreciative, and often isolates herself from those who love her most.  She sometimes doesn’t even know herself why she is the way she is or why she does the things she does.

Yet, she has an inborn desire to understand herself and her place in the world often asking herself: “What is my role?” and “What is my purpose in this world?”  I know this from discussions we have had, and also because she allows me to read her rawest thoughts that come out in the fiction she writes as expressed through the characters she creates.  I am privileged to see glimpses of her inner world, I think, because I’ve proven myself to be a constant and trusted adult in her life, but also because we have some innate personality similarities as well as common ground in our chosen medium of expression–the written word.

One mechanism that I have come to rely on in understanding myself and others and especially teenagers is the Briggs-Meyer personality matrix.  The model developed by two women psychologists relies on self-examination and identification of ones own preferences in interacting with others and the greater world.  Through a series of questions answered honestly everyone can discover their unique combination of traits that translate into their overall personality type.  Sounds overly simplified perhaps, but I have found it to be quite accurate despite criticisms of validity and reliability.

The test known as the MBTI “measures four pairs of opposing preferences, which are inborn and value-neutral, to form a person’s four-letter type.” The self-report tool narrows down a preference for either “Extraversion (E) or Introversion (I),” “Sensing (S) or Intuition (N),” “Thinking (T) or Feeling (F),” and Judging (J) or Perceiving (P).” The results lead to one of 16 different personality types, like INFP or ESTJ.  These tests are marketed to companies for personnel purposes.  But, I have found them useful especially for teenagers in helping them on their Identity Quest as noted by famed psychologist Erik Erikson as the purpose of the decade (almost) from ages 12-18.

Erikson proposed that personality develops over a lifespan, and developed a model comprised of 8 stages.  Five stages make up the ages from infancy to the age of 18 years and then three additional stages occur up through late adulthood. Erikson allows for a lifetime of growth and development. However, Erikson emphasizes the adolescent period as essential to identity development.  And as he believed in an epigenic principle of predetermined order each stage is crucial to the one that follows.

So, the teenage experience and identity development helps determine the success of development in seceding stages.  In other words, the better a teenager understands who he or she is as a teen at their core level the better he or she is prepared to become an adult.

My teenage years were somewhat lonely, though I had friends and family to support me.  I often felt different than others based on the thoughts I had and my degree of sensitivity.  I cared more about big ideas than I did about high school gossip.  I focused more on intellectual and personal growth than I did on fashion and popularity.  And though, socially I was accepted by a wide range of people, I always felt awkward and outside the realm of any particular cliques.

In discussion with my lovely niece, we have found this commonality, that even among a large group of friends we often feel alone.  What is it that leads us both to feel the isolation or inability to just enjoy the moment?  Let’s return to the above-mentioned personality test. I am an INFP, my niece is an INTJ–our similarities lie in our IN type–introversion and intuition.  We both get our energy stores refilled by spending time alone.  Though we can be social and friendly, social activity drains us.  The need to have time to think and refuel is an Introverted preference.  We also are alike in our Intuitive use of information by taking in new information in creative ways instead of more pragmatic ways.  We are more philosophical than practical in how we process new ideas and learning.

We do differ in how we make decisions whereas I am a F or a Feeler, she is a T or Thinker.  My aim when making a decision is to maintain peace and harmony.  Her aim in decision making is to arrive at the best choice through objective truth.  Another way we differ is in how we like things to be at the end of the day or at the end of their course.  As a P or Perceiver I like things to stay open and adaptable with the ability to change as needed.  My niece, on the other hand, prefers neat and tidy endings without loose ends.  She likes closure and needs to wrap things up nicely.

Knowing these types or preferences, in my opinion, is invaluable because we can understand the reasons for why we relate to each other and also understand the areas where we differ.  I wish I’d known my type as teenager perhaps knowing that only 4 percent of the population falls into the INFP category would have helped me understand my feelings of otherness.  My niece who is an even rarer .8 percent of the population as a female INTJ was blown away knowing that she is truly unique in her high school population at large.  Knowing we are not common types in society is helpful and validating because we then can see that it isn’t that we have a problem relating to the rest of the world, but rather we are part of the diversity that the world needs to be relatable.

My type produces works of fiction and creative roles. “INFPs have a talent for self-expression, revealing their beauty and their secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.” Examples of INFPs include: William Shakespeare, J.R.R. Tolkien, A.A. Milne, Björk, Johnny Depp, Julia Roberts, Lisa Kudrow, Tom Hiddleston, Homer and Virgil.

My niece’s type produces non-traditional, but highly effective leaders. “Rules, limitations and traditions are anathema to the INTJ personality type – everything should be open to questioning and reevaluation, and if they see a way, INTJs will often act unilaterally to enact their technically superior, sometimes insensitive, and almost always unorthodox methods and ideas.” Examples of INTJs include: Vladimir Putin, Rudy Giuliani, Donald Rumsfeld, Colin Powell, Samantha Power, Lance Armstrong, Richard Gere, Arnold Schwarzenegger,Thomas Jefferson, John F. Kennedy, Woodrow Wilson and Augustus Caesar.
I asked my mom to take the Online test to determine her type.  It absolutely confirmed what I’ve always known–we are polar opposites.  My mother is an Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judger (ESTJ).  We couldn’t be more different, and I think we’ve always struggled to relate to and understand each other because we are so different.

I tried to get my niece’s mother to take the test online, but as of yet, she hasn’t done so.  If I had to guess, she is most likely an ESFP–the polar opposite of her daughter as well.  I hope to one day confirm or repute my suspicion that some or even most of her conflicts with my niece boil down to simple differences in personality and preferences.  It might help them have a better chance of relating to each other if they know now instead of waiting as long as my mother and I did.

I love the character analysis of Star Wars using the Briggs-Meyer test.  This really helps understand all the 16 personality types in a simplified way (if you’re a Star Wars enthusiast that is)!  I am Luke Skywalker, the idealist.  My niece, and this is frightening, is Palpatine, the Mastermind.  Her mother (not confirmed just suspected) is Wicket, the Performer.  My mother is Darth Vader, the Supervisor.  I guess there is now a bonafide reason that I’ve always related to the conflict of the Star Wars trilogy😊!

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The Best Things Come in “Boxed” Boxes is fast becoming my favorite new find.  I strongly dislike grocery shopping at the big bulk places due to the time commitment and all the hassle.  Dragging three kids along adds to my discomfort  due to their own strong dislike of shopping for anything other than toys.  Big bulk stores are not something they remotely enjoy unless it’s free sample day.

I received a coupon to try in a box of back-to-school clothing I ordered online.  And, I think the marketing strategy was pure genius because moms like me who avoid taking their kids to buy clothes also probably prefer not having to buy bulk toilet paper and lunch snacks in a physical store.  Add to the fact that I pretty much do everything on my cell phone these days from some lesson, park or play date location that caters to young children then this phone friendly discount store is right up my mommy alley.

I ordered our first shipment right away!  And, I received the nicest email telling me my order was being taken care of and reminding me to maintain a smile.😀  I really liked the humor I found in the communication from my new “friends.”

“Hey there!

Your Boxed order is being processed by our awesome team.

Below is the summary of your order:

Keep smiling! You just saved a TON of money, time and gas!

Please review the summary below for info about your order. Note that objects on Boxed are bigger than they appear and may arrive in separate boxes to fulfill your order.
We’re always here and super happy to make you happy. Want to get in touch? Contact us at

Your Friends”

I looked more thoroughly at and the website, and I liked everything I saw and read.  These people seemed to get me–working mother that I am–and I loved them for making buying pretzels and fruit snacks and hazelnut spread so much simpler.  I wonder if they will pack my kids’ lunches too?  A mom can hope. offers a rewards program.  I’m a sucker for those!  Love to get money or points or free gas or even a free cookie just for buying the stuff we need! And there isn’t an annual fee (no hideous picture) for a membership.  Shipping is free over $50.  And they encourage selfies (my daughter loves these) to be shared with their products on social media.  We are so going to do this!

Plus, the site encourages you to reach out. “Questions? Comments? Want to tell us a joke? We’ll get back to you within one business day. Just message us through the form below.”  (I’m going to have my daughter start telling them her never ending knock-knock jokes!) I filled out the easy form accepting them at their word, and I received the following email from my newest friend–love her!

“I’m so thrilled you’ve joined the Boxed Wholesale family! I created Boxed because my Saturday mornings of errands meant:
Gassing up the car and driving 30 minutes each way to the local warehouse club

Circling the lot to find parking

Navigating hundreds of people, with a large cart

Finally, waiting in line for 20 minutes to checkout

And this was before we had our wonderful baby daughter, (who is so so adorable, but loves to cry in the car unless “Let it Go” is on full blast)

It got me and a few hometown friends thinking – why hasn’t anyone made this easier? So that’s how we came up with Boxed. Wholesale sizes and wholesale savings delivered to your door – without a membership fee but with added focus on service, speed and smiles (you and us!).
Try us out, save a few hours, and get your weekends back! Let us know — what will you do with all the time you save?

CEO and Co-founder

Chieh Huang”
I’m definitely shopping here again, and maybe someday will sit down for tea and crumpets with my new likeminded bestie😉!  When my boxes come I’ll add photos of all our exciting lunch box fodder.  I’m a happy phone-shopping mommy who’s actually writing this entry from the park as my kids enjoy one last day of mommy’s freedom!

Check it out (they are not paying me for writing this) and save yourself some time, money and headaches!

Try out today using the online code: CJXV7 and get $15.00 to spend.

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