Found this article (thanks Chris!) and thought it was startingly accurate for the Pensyls. Read on and get to know us better:
Top ten myths about introverts
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds. (<--um, this may be true for me...)
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
(Source: carlkingcreative.com)
I'm taking this to mean that I am not an insensitive jerk, I am just introverted... So how about you? Are you introverted or extroverted?
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Three.
Marc and
I have some exciting news to share with you – we are in the process of adopting
a little boy or girl from the Philippines! In about two years we’ll be a family
of three! We don’t have much in the way of information to share with you yet,
but wanted to share this wonderful news with you so you could enjoy this
journey with us and be praying for us as we move down this path!
We’re
aiming to complete our home study in November and have our dossier submitted to
the Philippines by late January. The Philippines only accepts 10 dossiers per agency
per year and our agency has already submitted their ten for this year so the
goal is to have us be one of the first ones out the door in 2012! Right now
we’re gathering every shred of information about us, filling out forms, and
getting finger printed (for the bazillionth time – these government agencies
should really just share information…), then once our dossier is submitted we
wait for the Philippines to approve us and then to refer a child to us (that's an incredibly high level summary of the process...).
We're VERY excited about this adventure God has us on - talk about letting go and letting God!
"Once our eyes are opened we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know, and holds us responsible to act." Proverbs 24:12
"Once our eyes are opened we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know, and holds us responsible to act." Proverbs 24:12
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Moths
They grow moths big in central PA. I have seriously never seen moths as big and hairy as the ones that show up at night time in central PA in mid-August. They dart around the light and dive bomb you as you try to get into the house after letting the dogs out at night. There's just mothing you can do about it. (did you see what I did there?)
It's always this mad dash to get all of us and the dogs in the house in one very fast movement so no moths get in the house. Last night was a close call because Lily is so long that the back 1/3 of her body almost didn't make in the door before it closed. Luckily Lily made it in and the moth stayed out. Thankfully she took a flying leap into the mudroom at the last minute or else this blost would be written very differently.
The Pensyls put in their window air conditioner on the last day of that heat wave in July, but there was these tiny little space that moths would fly in. About two weeks ago the bedroom was covered in creepy hairy moths so the air conditioner came out (since we had only used it like three times), we vacuumed up the moths and life has been relatively moth free since.
The other night there were two in the bathroom while I was getting washed up. I grabbed the nearest magazine and then we had two dead moths in the bathroom while I was washing up. I disposed of the corpses in the garbage can and went on with my life. The next night I was in the living room and Marc was back taking his shower - a short while later I notice Marc keeps walking from the mud room to the bedroom and back again. I finally ask him what's he's doing and he informed me that there was a moth in the bathroom so he opened up the window and took out the screen to let it fly free into the night, but when he did that another flew into the bathroom, so he put the screen back in and was carrying the moths from the bathroom outside to the back porch. I was so touched by his kind and caring heart that I didn't tell him I've just been killing them with the nearest object to me for the past few weeks. I don't want him to think less of me. I'm already the super insensitive one out of the two of us, I can't be adding fuel to the fire, you know?
It's always this mad dash to get all of us and the dogs in the house in one very fast movement so no moths get in the house. Last night was a close call because Lily is so long that the back 1/3 of her body almost didn't make in the door before it closed. Luckily Lily made it in and the moth stayed out. Thankfully she took a flying leap into the mudroom at the last minute or else this blost would be written very differently.
The Pensyls put in their window air conditioner on the last day of that heat wave in July, but there was these tiny little space that moths would fly in. About two weeks ago the bedroom was covered in creepy hairy moths so the air conditioner came out (since we had only used it like three times), we vacuumed up the moths and life has been relatively moth free since.
The other night there were two in the bathroom while I was getting washed up. I grabbed the nearest magazine and then we had two dead moths in the bathroom while I was washing up. I disposed of the corpses in the garbage can and went on with my life. The next night I was in the living room and Marc was back taking his shower - a short while later I notice Marc keeps walking from the mud room to the bedroom and back again. I finally ask him what's he's doing and he informed me that there was a moth in the bathroom so he opened up the window and took out the screen to let it fly free into the night, but when he did that another flew into the bathroom, so he put the screen back in and was carrying the moths from the bathroom outside to the back porch. I was so touched by his kind and caring heart that I didn't tell him I've just been killing them with the nearest object to me for the past few weeks. I don't want him to think less of me. I'm already the super insensitive one out of the two of us, I can't be adding fuel to the fire, you know?
Saturday, September 3, 2011
More Funny Things Marc Says
If you're a regular reader of Pensyl Points then you know that Marc is sometimes a little, uh...out of it when he first wakes up. Every single night Marc falls asleep on the couch while I'm back getting ready for bed. I have come out and wake him up and usually end up having some ridiculous conversation that makes no sense. For example:
Sara: Sweetie wake up, it's time to go to bed
Marc: *mumbling sleepily* Did you take your shower yet?
Sara: Yup, come on back
Marc: No you didn't
Sara: Yes I did, let's go
Marc: Your hair is dry
Sara: I used a hair dryer
Marc: Mmrph. Go take your shower and come get me when you're done
So last night I get Marc moved into the bedroom and after laying there for a minute he realizes that his phone, which he uses for his alarm clock, is out on the kitchen counter. This is what I heard while laying in bed as he went to get his phone:
Marc: (as he's getting out of bed) It's hot in here. Is the fan still in here?
Sara: Yes it's by the window
Marc: I can't find it, I think it's missing
(walking out the bedroom door down the hallway)
Marc: Oh the clock is flashing. There is a teenager on our front lawn.
(in the kitchen)
Marc: Got it.
(walks back, climbs into bed)
Marc: Did you turn the fan on? It's still hot in here.
I was laughing so hard it was unbelievable. It was that silent vibrating laugh. I starting laughing when he told me the fan must be missing as he was literally walking past it and then really died when he said there was a teenager on the front lawn (normally this would have been creepy, but it was funny due to earlier events in the night).The best part is that he won't remember any of this and will tell me I'm nuts when I share it with him.
If you didn't catch my Facebook status the other day:
"Reasons why I love Marc Pensyl: I come home last night to find him watching "Tangled", but he doesn't want to watch "Quantum of Solace" with me tonight.
Shockingly Marc stayed awake for a whopping 25 minutes of Quantum of Solace (which wasn't that great - Casino Royale was much better). He also slept through the first 40 minutes of Tangled which I only watched so I could say I had watched the entire movie. Maximus the horse was funny - reminded me of Tucker.
We watched Black Swan the other week. It was weird. And awkward. Don't waste your time.
Sara: Sweetie wake up, it's time to go to bed
Marc: *mumbling sleepily* Did you take your shower yet?
Sara: Yup, come on back
Marc: No you didn't
Sara: Yes I did, let's go
Marc: Your hair is dry
Sara: I used a hair dryer
Marc: Mmrph. Go take your shower and come get me when you're done
So last night I get Marc moved into the bedroom and after laying there for a minute he realizes that his phone, which he uses for his alarm clock, is out on the kitchen counter. This is what I heard while laying in bed as he went to get his phone:
Marc: (as he's getting out of bed) It's hot in here. Is the fan still in here?
Sara: Yes it's by the window
Marc: I can't find it, I think it's missing
(walking out the bedroom door down the hallway)
Marc: Oh the clock is flashing. There is a teenager on our front lawn.
(in the kitchen)
Marc: Got it.
(walks back, climbs into bed)
Marc: Did you turn the fan on? It's still hot in here.
I was laughing so hard it was unbelievable. It was that silent vibrating laugh. I starting laughing when he told me the fan must be missing as he was literally walking past it and then really died when he said there was a teenager on the front lawn (normally this would have been creepy, but it was funny due to earlier events in the night).The best part is that he won't remember any of this and will tell me I'm nuts when I share it with him.
If you didn't catch my Facebook status the other day:
"Reasons why I love Marc Pensyl: I come home last night to find him watching "Tangled", but he doesn't want to watch "Quantum of Solace" with me tonight.
Shockingly Marc stayed awake for a whopping 25 minutes of Quantum of Solace (which wasn't that great - Casino Royale was much better). He also slept through the first 40 minutes of Tangled which I only watched so I could say I had watched the entire movie. Maximus the horse was funny - reminded me of Tucker.
We watched Black Swan the other week. It was weird. And awkward. Don't waste your time.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
More Pillow Talk
So if you read the original Pillow Talk post then you know that Marc Pensyl really likes his pillows when he sleeps. We went to a wedding this past weekend (more to come on that!) and luckily the hotel we stayed in had a plethora of pillows on the bed because this is how Marc slept:
Yes, you counted correctly - Marc is sleeping with five pillows. Luckily there was still one left that I managed to snag for myself.
On the second night of our stay Marc bent his leg in the middle of the night and managed to knee me right in the tush. It was a rough way to be awoken, let me tell you. He woke up when it happened and said, "Oooh sorry sweetie!" and I grunted something in response, but in my head I was thinking "We're in a king sized bed. How on earth did you manage to knee me?" I posed this question to Marc in the morning and he informed me that I was (allegedly) hogging the covers and he was "forced" to scoot over to the middle of the bed in order to utilize the covers. According to Marc it was my fault that he kneed me since he was forced to be so close to me due to the cover situation.
What a bunch of hogwash.
On the second night of our stay Marc bent his leg in the middle of the night and managed to knee me right in the tush. It was a rough way to be awoken, let me tell you. He woke up when it happened and said, "Oooh sorry sweetie!" and I grunted something in response, but in my head I was thinking "We're in a king sized bed. How on earth did you manage to knee me?" I posed this question to Marc in the morning and he informed me that I was (allegedly) hogging the covers and he was "forced" to scoot over to the middle of the bed in order to utilize the covers. According to Marc it was my fault that he kneed me since he was forced to be so close to me due to the cover situation.
What a bunch of hogwash.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Pillow Talk
I can assure you that this post is not heading in the direction that you think it is.
There have been a few times this summer I've woken up in the middle of the night to find Marc and I sharing a pillow...always my pillow. Sometimes I think this is beyond adorable. Sometimes I wish he'd move over.
Two weeks ago I was sleeping peacefully in the middle of the night when all of a sudden my head dropped down about three inches. It was a startling way to wake up. I was less than pleased. I quickly realized that my pillow had been pulled out from under my head. Who would do this?! My loving husband who, in his sleep, had taken my pillow. I tend to be a very angry person when my sleep is interrupted (in my defense, I get very little of it and cherish the time I get). I reached over and grabbed a fistful of my pillow and yanked it back. No luck. I was at a weird angle and Marc apparently has a very heavy head. I propped myself up on my elbow to get better leverage and yanked again. Success. Except Marc woke up.
Marc: "Hey! Oh I took your pillow. Where is mine?"
Sara: "I don't know"
Marc: "Oh I'm holding it".
Marc had been hugging his pillow. The best part is Marc hardly remembered this series of events (if Marc is even remotely sleepy he is incapable of remembering anything you say to him/he says to you). The next evening we walked to the mailbox and he goes "Why did you yell at me this morning?" I responded, "You took my pillow." Marc: "*laughs* Oh yeah, that was funny. I don't think I responded.
Then last week happened. At 3:41am I wake up to:
Marc: *whisper yelling* "Sara. Sara!"
Sara: "What?"
Marc: "Do you know where my pillow is?"
Sara: "If it's not under your head then I'm fresh out of ideas. Don't take mine."
Marc: *looks on floor*, *looks at torso* (to see if he was hugging it again), *looks on floor again* "Got it!*
Luckily we were able to fall back asleep, each with a pillow, until the alarm went off a few hours later.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
We Have (Another) Nephew!
We're so excited for Marci and Nate as they begin life as a family of three! We can't wait to see them again and meet Drayke! Until then, we're sending lots of hugs and love across the miles until we can snuggle in person!
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