Pure Nerd
78% Nerd, 39% Geek, 26% Dork

For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the “dork.” No-longer. Being smart isn’t as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.

Take the Nerd, Geek or Dork Quiz and entertain your inner nerd.

I am the last person in the world to usually participate in this sort of thing, because I am boring and no fun, but this one is much more interesting than what I usually see because it involves less multiple choice and more thought about what you are writing.

I asked for it on Heather’s blog, so I have to pass it along and post it here. There is a series of questions and if you poke your head up and say you want me to answer them about you, I will do that in another post. And of course, in true meme fashion, you carry it over on to your blog. Simple, yes?

First, the questions:

1. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
2. I will then tell what song/movie/thing reminds me of you.
3. I’ll tell you what item of clothing I’d love to steal from your closet.
4. I will tell you something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I’ll tell you the most memorable moment I’ve had with you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll then ask you something I’ve always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal.

Now for Heather, because it’s all her fault:

1. You are quite possibly one of the funniest people I have ever met, but more importantly, you encourage others to expand their minds. When you were willing to talk with my son about the weather, and have me send him things to look up, that meant the world to me, and to him. Someone actually encouraging him with his daily weather updates instead of saying, “Yeah, that’s nice, kid.” Thanks 2. There is a scene in an episode of Firefly, where Wash is playing with these plastic dinosaurs… I can totally see you doing exactly what he’s doing, cracks me up.
3. The raptor suit, of course! One day I need to find the pictures I have of the one I made for my son when he was a baby. I think only you and your mother would appreciate the hard work that went into that!
4. Those geeks made a documentary! Bodacious tata’s.
5. During the asshole game, you had Jen go imitate her husband, to her husband. That was one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.
6. Besides the obvious, you remind me of a meerkat. The meerkat motto is “Respect Elders, Teach the Young, Cooperate with the Family. Play when you can, Work when you should, Rest in between. Share your Affection, Voice your Feelings, Leave your mark.” Yeah, that’s you 7. What led you to become a reporter and where do you hope to be, in terms of your career, in ten years?

Okay kids, so that’s it. Ping me if you want me to do one for you! By the way, the title comes from Heather’s choice of animals for me. Meow, baby!

Living out of boxes… how fun. Not really, but it’s what happens when you decide to move. We spent the month of July, and part of June, packing. We packed and packed and packed our little hearts out. The final count of boxes came to roughly 250. How the hell we ended up with so much *stuff* is completely beyond me, but there you go.

For future reference, U-Haul is the epitome of all that is evil and wrong. They will gladly take your reservation, just don’t expect them to fill it. And don’t expect them to tell you that they can’t fill it until the absolute last minute when no other rental company can fill it either because the last weekend in July is the busiest moving weekend of the year. There is Penske, and they will help you out, provided you can cough up $1600. For the truck. For only the truck. For that price, we found a moving company that was able to get us in at the last minute. It was considerably more than we had budgeted for the move, but they got the job done and saved me a fight with my back.

So here we are in Virginia. Bigger house, much smaller yard, nice neighborhood. My commute has not changed too much, a little shorter in the mornings, a little longer in the afternoons. Gabriel’s commute has gone from a range of 1 to 2 and a half hours to 15 to 45 minutes. It all balances out.

Tune in next time when I share the “How we came to meet the neighbors and learned how to break into our house” tale of hilarity and irony.

When I was younger, my hair was blonde. I would dye it and dye it to cover it, but it always faded back to blonde. Now that I’m older, it’s a lot less blonde, but my inner blonde is still screaming to be set free.

My life has been plagued by a rash of seriously blonde moments in the last few months. It all started the night one of my cats lovingly caressed my legs… as I was coming down the stairs. Picture, if you will, me gingerly trying to avoid stepping on him, only to lose my footing and take the last three steps on my back. Diagnosis: cracked vertebra. Nice.

Then there was the vicious sidewalk attack. It jumped up and yanked me down. I swear! Diagnosis: sprained ankle/foot. A week or so later, the same sidewalk attacked me again. I re-injured the foot that was desperately trying to heal. And let us not forget the wounded pride. Oh yes, and the reputation at the office for being the IT chick who falls down a lot. Swell.

All the falling seems to be affecting my brain. A prime example would be the day we were re-launching a site at work. Newly redesigned, moved to our newer cms product, everything beautiful and picture perfect. Of course, no site ever goes online without a glitch, so we all synchronized our watches and repeated the super secret code word, which is usually something along the lines of “ready”, and commenced the launch. And then yours truly left the office to go get food. That’s right, I walked out in the middle of a site launch. The result? Well, more than the usual amount of glitches and tweaks. Fate saw fit to punish me, however, and promptly ripped the seat out of my pants, leaving me stuck in the parking garage until someone came down with a sweater for me to tie around my hips ever so 80’s like.

I could keep going, but I think you are getting the picture. Now if someone would just tell me how I can dye the *inner* blonde to something a little less ditzy, it’d be all good. Kthnx.