Ashland finally took the MBTI last week. I suspected she was also an INFJ, or else a INFP, in part because Trevor said watching us talk, he halfway believed we could be twins.
(Plus we're both Type Six on the Enneagram; my wing is Five, hers is Seven.) Somebody once explained the difference the personality tests this way: the MBTI tries to explain how our mind works, and the Enneagram tries to explain the motivation behind our actions.
Whether it's square dancing, cowriting adventure stories, or creating sympathy cards for one of our favorite counselors, it's easy to work with her. She's of the Race of Joseph, sure, and so that's part of it. But it finally clicked; knowing that we're both INFJs. The percentage varies by which chart you're looking at, but it's the rarest MBTI type.
It explains why we're able to go from photography to country music duets to Greek mythology at the drop of a hat, or why on the rare occasions either of us will answer the phone, conversations can last an hour or more. Why we're trying to help others whenever possible, and able to deep-dive into subjects that seem interesting.
This is really. cool.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Monday, January 22, 2018
Mid-January Happenings
The Okmulgee County Tournament was last week, which meant I covered 22 basketball games in six days through radio broadcasts. Wrote up five articles today for ONN. Wrote two Fronstretch articles last week, too.
There was a potluck lunch at church yesterday, which I wasn't exactly thrilled about, because it's awkward to eat around other people. Like Frank Gilbreth, I tend to see eating as unavoidable delay. And the fact that four couples have gotten married within the last year, and another two couples engaged, makes it awkward at GBC. I kept an eye on the Selby boys to give Justin and Melody a break, which meant a lot of sprint races from one end of the hallway to the other.
Caleb got his driver's license on Friday afternoon, which he's thrilled about.
The Patriots and Eagles will play in Super Bowl LII, they seemingly just played each other in Super Bowl XXXIX, in February 2005 - I remember the year because Mimi was incredibly sick. She died six weeks later.
I was hoping to borrow Dr. Mackie's habit of writing a poem a day this year, but that hasn't gone very well so far.
There was a potluck lunch at church yesterday, which I wasn't exactly thrilled about, because it's awkward to eat around other people. Like Frank Gilbreth, I tend to see eating as unavoidable delay. And the fact that four couples have gotten married within the last year, and another two couples engaged, makes it awkward at GBC. I kept an eye on the Selby boys to give Justin and Melody a break, which meant a lot of sprint races from one end of the hallway to the other.
Caleb got his driver's license on Friday afternoon, which he's thrilled about.
The Patriots and Eagles will play in Super Bowl LII, they seemingly just played each other in Super Bowl XXXIX, in February 2005 - I remember the year because Mimi was incredibly sick. She died six weeks later.
I was hoping to borrow Dr. Mackie's habit of writing a poem a day this year, but that hasn't gone very well so far.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Welcome, 2018
2018's looking kind of familiar so far.
Morning of January 1 - The dishwasher breaks down. Again.
Morning of January 2 - The freezer in the garage breaks down. Again.
Evening of January 7 - I thought I broke my toe running into one of the weights Trevor left in the middle of the floor. (I didn't actually, though, which is good.)
Also, we've all been somewhat sick.
On a happier note, Courtney left for C of O yesterday morning and she's loving it so far.
Jon and Delaney eloped over the holidays, which fits them. And I'm happy for them.
Lots of people have gotten engaged over the last month, too - Elizabeth, Jessica, Suzanna, Lisbeth from YT, and Matt from NSU MassComm classes. That's a little harder to pin down my reaction to all these things like engagements and weddings.
The Winter Classic was watched, since it's hockey. Though I took a nap near the end of the second period and missed an overtime finish; stupid sickness. Alabama beat Georgia in the college football national championship, I guess.
Counting down to the Winter Olympics.
On my "On This Day" feed on Facebook six years ago today Samara and I were having a conversation about Collin Raye's ballad "Love, Me," which is a really good one. I think the context was about learning to play it on our guitars. It's a good one for fingerpicking - which I learned from her.
And eight years ago yesterday was the Brad Paisley concert in Oklahoma City. Mom mentioned that it felt like a long time ago, and it does. That's like a third of my life. It was a great concert. (I really should finish reviewing his CD's, I stopped at 5th Gear.)
Mom, Caleb, me and Amy went on errands to Okmulgee this afternoon; Caleb's helping out with the state Special Olympics swim meet in Oklahoma City tomorrow.
Morning of January 1 - The dishwasher breaks down. Again.
Morning of January 2 - The freezer in the garage breaks down. Again.
Evening of January 7 - I thought I broke my toe running into one of the weights Trevor left in the middle of the floor. (I didn't actually, though, which is good.)
Also, we've all been somewhat sick.
On a happier note, Courtney left for C of O yesterday morning and she's loving it so far.
Jon and Delaney eloped over the holidays, which fits them. And I'm happy for them.
Lots of people have gotten engaged over the last month, too - Elizabeth, Jessica, Suzanna, Lisbeth from YT, and Matt from NSU MassComm classes. That's a little harder to pin down my reaction to all these things like engagements and weddings.
The Winter Classic was watched, since it's hockey. Though I took a nap near the end of the second period and missed an overtime finish; stupid sickness. Alabama beat Georgia in the college football national championship, I guess.
Counting down to the Winter Olympics.
On my "On This Day" feed on Facebook six years ago today Samara and I were having a conversation about Collin Raye's ballad "Love, Me," which is a really good one. I think the context was about learning to play it on our guitars. It's a good one for fingerpicking - which I learned from her.
And eight years ago yesterday was the Brad Paisley concert in Oklahoma City. Mom mentioned that it felt like a long time ago, and it does. That's like a third of my life. It was a great concert. (I really should finish reviewing his CD's, I stopped at 5th Gear.)
Mom, Caleb, me and Amy went on errands to Okmulgee this afternoon; Caleb's helping out with the state Special Olympics swim meet in Oklahoma City tomorrow.
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