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How perceptions differ

I shamelessly stole this from Homo Escapeons blog because I thought it was so true.

It's true that we have different perceptions on how we see ourselves, how other's see us and how we think others see us.

Here's how I see msyelf.

This is how I think other's see me

This is how my children see me

This is how my dog and cats see me

This is how my husband sees me

How my sister sees me

And finally, this is how my credit card companies see me.


  1. And how do I see you Pammy babe - with the glasses of course. You are so sweet. You could make a career out of that photograph.

  2. Pammy, I see you as a wonderful woman, a great wife and mother. Loved this post!

  3. Tommy, you are too sweet to me.

    Carmy, thank you.

    And why the heck does my comment thing pop up in German now?? Very weird. Is anyone else seeing that?

  4. Nope, its in english for us babe.

  5. I've found that it's all in German while I am at my daycare boy's house. Very very weird.

    Oh, and just to let you all know. My sister called me to comment on my post here and said that YES I am a traitor for having moved here two and a half years ago. Evidently I'm a traitor to the family.

    You'd have thought I'd moved to Yemen and not just an hour and a half drive from the ancestral home.

  6. LOL - I wanted to steal that idea too but thought I'd wait a few months and try and pas it off as my own creation. I still might. Even the whale. Inspired, Pamela x

  7. C'mon now, Pam...a beached whale?

    I don't think so...

  8. WW, it's just my perception of how people see me.

    You know how females are...

  9. Perception is a pile of hooey.

    No matter.

    Whales are big, beautiful things. That's the way they are. They're creatures of the deep, but also mammals of the surface.

    They come up to expel all that old air they've been holding, and they take in new air, then they become creatures of the deep again.

    They're the most intelligent, majestic, graceful, sought after creatures of the sea. Never forget that.

  10. HA Awesome!
    Luv the credit card, kids and dog kidding eh?
    What is so terrible about moving an hour and a half away?
    btw; What does the caption read on the green shirt beside Mr I Beat Anorexia...

    __________ the Irish?

  11. WW, if I wasn't married already.. :grin:

    HE, I don't know what the other guy's shirt says. I never even noticed that guy.

    Also, in my family, moving more than fifteen minutes away from the ancestral home is considered grounds for banishment.


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