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Curious about loose ends?

Curious about the rest of my personality quiz? Here ya go:

Enneagram Test Results

Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||||| 64%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||| 62%
Type 3 Image Awareness |||||||||||| 46%
Type 4 Sensitivity |||||||||||| 44%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||||||| 70%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||| 45%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||| 21%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||| 26%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||| 58%

Your Conscious-Surface type is 5w6
Your Unconscious-Overall type is 3w2

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Curious about how my fan mail to Bob Mould was received? (Hell, most of you probably don’t even know who Bob Mould is.) Anyway, here ya go:

Diana,

Thanks for the kind words. The next record will more than satisfy the older fans – it’s a guitar record.

I hope to be back in Detroit later this year. New album will probably be in August, with a Fall ’04 tour to follow.

Regards,
Bob Mould

*keeping my ear to the ground*

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Just a Quick Note

If you thought dissecting fetal pigs in High School was gross, be glad this guy didn’t come to Show And Tell.

later: another note
I’m not going to read any more of the Xangas that Garza is subscribed to. That much God makes me violently ill. Case in point:

I was blessed enough to attend a wedding in which two people not only loved each other, but loved God so much that you could feel His very annointing in the room. It really touched me to see that in a world for material love, that true love still exists–and it can easily be found through Christ.

I’m sorry, but… *yarf*

I’m insensitive, I know… and I’m sure I must have been like that when I was a teen… I remember feeling like that at times… but, well… I’ll just shut up about it now, I guess, before I get myself in trouble.

By the way, this couple’s first kiss ever was at the altar. I’m still trying to decide whether the wedding night was:

 a.) make-out time and too scared/apprehensive for actual sex,
 b.) super-horny pent-up sex, or
 c.) makin’-babies-like-the-bible-says sex. Or possibly:
 d.) beautiful, non-conception-related married sex… which, FYI, is pretty damn cool. 🙂

One more thing. Can I state for the record, please, that Aaron has been my ONLY sexual partner. Despite what Brother Jed might say (where’s he been, anyway?), if there is a hell, I am not destined for it solely because my ONE lifetime partner and I deflowered one another several years before our wedding night.

So there. I’m done being righteously indignant… for now.

still later…
I just found Bob Mould’s blog. And wrote him an e-mail:

 

I’m always afraid that a letter from me, as a fan, to one of my favorite artists will come off as hero worship. That’s why I usually don’t take advantage of all those little e-mail links on their pages, when I do find them. But tonight I figured, what the heck. I just found your blog, and you seem pretty accessible after such a read. I don’t really have much to say, I thought, and it won’t take long for Bob to hit delete… 🙂

First… please, come back to Detroit. (I live in Toledo, but no one wants to come here, and I don’t blame them.) I and those who first introduced me to your music would love to hear you play an acoustic set at St. Andrew’s. We saw you there back in… 1998? …with the Last Dog and Pony Band, and have wished for another show ever since. We’d probably even take a day off of work to drive up for a weeknight show, if we had to.

Second… although I am not a fan of your new musical stylings, I respect the fact that you’re trying new genres that you enjoy. A lot of artists wouldn’t (and don’t) have the balls to try something new, but you did, and gained a new fan base at that. And you’re having fun with it, and that’s all that really matters.

That’s it. Nothing you haven’t heard before, I’m sure.

Thanks for listening.

P.S. – wasn’t there another, less techno, more acoustic album planned for release? We’ve been waiting for that for some time now… we hanker for some new, non-techno Bob.

I feel like a little bit of a dork, but WTF. It’s sent now. I’m curious as to whether I’ll actually get a reply. He seems like the kind that just might.

house

(Not Quite) House Hunting

Sometimes, being a girl sucks. I’ll just leave it at that, and let you draw your own conclusions.

Had a nice long meeting with John from NOIC on Saturday. He explained a lot of the finer points of mortgages and first-time home buying that we really hadn’t known. Quite helpful.

John pulled our true credit report this morning, and called me at work about some stuff on Aaron’s. Seems that the bills he paid off through Consumer Credit Counseling Services way back in 2001 are still showing up as outstanding judgements. WTF? So, today was spent calling credit places and attorneys (on Aaron’s part) and calling John for information (on my part). Much more calling was done by Aaron than by me, though.

So, we have to fax John our W2’s for the past two years, and proof that the judgements were settled, once Aaron gets that proof. Eventually. Once Sears and Great Lakes Higher Education get back to him with detailed info.

I should have known it couldn’t be that easy. Blah. If John strings us along like Dan the Mortgage Man, I’m going to be sincerely pissed. I don’t think he will, though, since he’s paid by commission. 🙂

I’m going to go curl up in the recliner now and spend some quality time with my cramps.

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Murfle

I’m not entirely convinced that anybody gives a crap about what I do day-to-day. I jot down notes at work when I think of things to bring up on my blog later that evening, then sometimes I look at some of those notes and think, “Who gives a fuck?”

I think I’ll just attribute my cynicism to being tired and bored, and I’ll just move on.

Anyone into web comics has probably already discovered Something Positive. As for me, though, I’ve spent the past two evenings reading the S*P archives. About three years’ worth. I found myself wishing for a printed comic after a while — still do, actually, since I’m only caught up to July 2002, I think.

set choo-choo as your buddy icon! murr!My favorite character so far is Choo-Choo Bear, the 25-year-old kitty cat with “a bone disease that makes him extra huggable”—basically, he’s an elastic kitty. Many great gags ensue. So lovable, and so, so cute. So cute, in fact, that I made myself a new IM Buddy Icon out of him. Murfle!

Tomorrow’s the big day, when we head up to Sylvania to see if we can get a home loan. Last time we tried this with Sky Bank, Dan the Mortgage Man strung us along for a week before he told us that I hadn’t worked for Sky long enough. …Come to think of it, we tried to go to Sky for a car loan first, too, and got smacked down; but we got it the second time, when we did our financing through the Kia dealership. Maybe the second try will do it for us with a mortgage loan, too, this time with NOIC. We can only hope. As much as I’m not thrilled about moving again… *looks around at mess* I really have a hankerin’ for a house.

Worked out with my weights some more yesterday. Didn’t work my pecs… or didn’t mean to, anyway. Managed to make the rest of my upper arms, shoulders, and back mildly muscle-sore, while making my pecs oh-so-stiff. Oh, yeah, and there’s a muscle down the outside of my right arm, from around my elbow to the outside of my wrist, that makes typing quite the joy. I hope I didn’t mess with my whatever-I-have-wrong-with-my-wrists.

I’m bored. I need to pack up eBay stuff to send out tomorrow morning. And I have to take another crap.

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Phone Fun

Not on time to work today. Ah, well. Took a 45-minute lunch to compensate.

A couple days ago, my boss came in while I was on the phone with
a particularly pissy bank manager. She just kept bitching about how much
there was to do, and how understaffed she was, and how long it took just
to open one account… and all I could do was sit there and take it. I mean,
what else can you say than "I understand completely" and similar
platitudes? Suck it up, lady; you’re not the only one with too much to do
and no time to do it!

Anyway, my boss caught me giving a couple inaccurate facts, and
stuck around until I was done on the phone to straighten me out. While he
was doing that, he made a point of telling me to stick up to these people.
"You’re not here to be a whipping post," he told me. I’m not sure
why, but that really kind of made an impression on me. People have told me
before that I need to be more assertive, aggressive, stand up for myself,
et cetera… but for some reason, hearing it from my all-too-passive boss
just really hit me a certain way. I do need to be more assertive.
And I’m here to help, not take their shit.

I did crack someone up on the phone today, though. I’ve decided
that explaining things in my normal Diana way will be the easiest and most
beneficial, instead of trying to sound all poofy and professional. So, as
I was explaining to an Area Operations Manager how to tell her employees
to clear items off of a report, I heard myself saying, "Now, here’s
the funky part…" She had to stop completely and repeat my phrase to
her subordinate. 🙂 I’m not sure if I gained or lost credibility through
being myself, but I think I brightened their moment, anyway.

I worked out with my weights yesterday, and I can tell which
places I worked more than others. My pecs feel stiff, like I just got back
from a drumcorps camp. Everything else ranges from not sore at all to only
mildly feeling worked. I think tonight I’m going to work the stuff that’s
not sore: shoulders, triceps, back. And crunches, too.

I’m confused about how I feel about my body right now. In a given
day, I can go from feeling frumpy to feeling fit. Sometimes I can feel the
fat settling about my neck and hips, and other times I can feel like my abs
are getting tighter and my waist is getting smaller. I did get another compliment
at work today, though, from my old boss’s boss — she was proud that I’d
kept my weight off during the holidays. I didn’t have time to tell her about
my two spoons’ worth of sweet potatoes, which is just as well.

Off to watch HGTV for a while…