IMA ENTJ

At least that's what my license plate says. For those of you who aren't familiar with Myers-Briggs, it's a test that you can take that determines what type of personality you are. Apparently, there are 16 different types of people in this world and my type just so happens to be an ENTJ.

Since determining my personality type, I have discovered that the ENTJ is the most difficult person to get along with. I have found myself in heated battles with other ENTJs and I have found that I just don't like very many of them. The reason for this is that ENTJs are vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal. To top it off, they love to be the center of attention. I would not be surprised if 80% of blogs were written by ENTJs. What better way to show off your stubborn opinions by creating an obnoxious blog all about you?

At any rate, I'm glad my husband is an INTP. Apparently, the best pairing for a vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal personality is someone that is quiet, doesn't care about anything and is terribly unorganized. That's my husband.

In case you're interested in finding out what type of personality you are (God rest your soul if you are an ENTJ!) you can go here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm. Once you have found out what type you are using this free test, go to this site: http://www.personalitypage.com. This is probably the best site I have found regarding Myers-Briggs.

Here's a sample of the pitfalls of being an ENTJ from the Personality Page:

There is not much room for error in the world of the ENTJ. They dislike to see mistakes repeated, and have no patience with inefficiency. They may become quite harsh when their patience is tried in these respects, because they are not naturally tuned in to people's feelings, and more than likely don't believe that they should tailor their judgments in consideration for people's feelings. ENTJs, like many types, have difficulty seeing things from outside their own perspective. Unlike other types, ENTJs naturally have little patience with people who do not see things the same way as the ENTJ. The ENTJ needs to consciously work on recognizing the value of other people's opinions, as well as the value of being sensitive towards people's feelings. In the absence of this awareness, the ENTJ will be a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. This may be a real problem for the ENTJ, who may be deprived of important information and collaboration from others. In their personal world, it can make some ENTJs overbearing as spouses or parents.

Aren't you glad you aren't married to me? :)

Here's a picture of my brother donning his "Y2K" outfit on New Year's Eve, 1999. I thought this picture was really funny, so I thought I'd stick it up here.

Hand Me Downs and Halloween

Well, it's that time of year again. Halloween is approaching and all of the mothers out there are trying to find ways to reuse old costumes so they either don't have to spend money on new ones, or because they're too lazy to think of something creative. I'm sure you remember what that was like when you were a kid...

"Hey, Mommy! Can I be Cinderella for Halloween this year? Can I? Huh?"
"Um, darling... Mommy isn't sure how to make a Cinderella costume. But your brother has outgrown his Incredible Hulk costume from last year and I still have a lot of green paint. Why don't you just be the Hulk instead?"
"But MOOOOOOMMMMMMM"
"No buts!"

*sigh*

Some of my more memorable hand-me-downs were a Cheetah, an Army Soldier and a Bee Keeper. Don't ask me why we had an extra bee suit laying around. At any rate, probably the most used costume was a clown outfit my mother had made me. It managed to make the rounds with 4 different cousins over a period of about 6 years. Here are the photos to prove it:

Me - Halloween 1984

My cousin Erin, Halloween 1985

Cousin Emily - Halloween 1989 

Cousin Nicole - Halloween 1990

Memories...

The First Time I Got Drunk
or
Ode to Bacardi 151
(Iambic Monologue)

I don’t think that I should be doing this.
My arm…up down, up down, roooo-bot, roooo-bot.
I’m fine – I need another shot. Up down…
I shouldn’t drink that. Didn’t you realize
I loved you then? I did, I did…I did
not put that glass on that table. I need
some more water and some white bread. Oh no!
My Mom! I need to call my Mom and tell
her drinking’s not as bad as she – she thinks.
Dizzy…dizzy…dizzy… got to go… slow
motion. You’re moving sloooooow. Why does my heart
beat loud? Did you know I can sing in French?
Frere Jacques…croissant…and Perrier!
My head is so dizzy…the phone! I should
answer it soon. I think I should not let
it ring so much…it hurts my ears. A lot
of rummm. Bacardi…yummm. Oh no! My glass
is getting low. I think…I need…to drink
some more. Tooooo drunk…toooo…can you tell if I’m
too drunk? But I can sing in French! I’m fine!
I need water… that doesn’t have Rufees
in it, does it? Because Rufees are bad.
I think…I need…to lie…right here…

This is a poem I wrote after getting drunk for the first time about 5 years ago. It's kind of sad that I didn't get drunk until I was 20 years old. The other thing that's kind of sad is the fact that this poem really sucked.