I'd hoped to compose something brilliant for my blog today, but unfortunately, that hasn't happened. Since I made a commitment to blog daily during 2008, I didn't want to blow it the first week, so I apologize for the vanilla-ness of this blog post. Something interesting did happen today, however. I learned how Geek I am.
I knew I was pretty Geeky. I mean, I actually understood Napoleon Dynamite. I can name every captain who has commanded an Enterprise. I have five blogs, use a Mac, browse exclusively with Mozilla FireFox no matter how many site disclaimers insist it displays best in IE7, and I asked Santa Claus for a new printer. (It's really cool, too! Not only does it copy and scan, but you can stick an SD card right into the printer and print pics without a computer.)
I often get calls from people with blog problems, asking such as questions as "How do I start a blog?" Of course, there are lots of ways to answer that. Depending upon who it is, I often have a little fun by answering them with another question, such as, "Well, it depends. Do you know php?" After ducking whatever they've thrown at me, I laugh and help them of course. That's when I get, "Wow! How do you know all that?" and I almost always respond by saying, "I guess I'm about half Geek."
I was wrong.
Today it was confirmed scientifically that I'm actually 71 percent Geek.
If you're uncertain and curious about the percentage of Geekishness coursing through your veins, you can find out in less than five minutes by clicking on the graphic below. Then you, too, can proudly display your percentage of Geek heritage on your blog.
Go ahead and try it. No, I don't think Geekishness is among the government's Equal Opportunity Employment ethnicity criteria, but this information could come in handy some day when you don't have anything exceptionally brilliant to post.
My daughter said to remind her to buy a broom for her dorm room when she comes home for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure if the entire city of Nashville, Tenn., is sold out of brooms or if she just misses shopping with her mom, but if I remember, we'll go broom shopping. I told her to be sure and not take the broom when she moves into another dorm room next year.
This came to me as an e-mail, but I thought it would be fun to share with everyone who enjoys baking cookies. Below are links to nearly every kind of cookie recipe imaginable. Just click on the link to go to the recipe.
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I had high hopes for a series of uneventful days leading up to Saturday, when my vacation starts. Last week, among other things, my son discovered that germ-X is flamable, and I needed some peace.
Mondays are hectic at the office. I rarely take a lunch break on busy days but had forgotten something important at home. (I hate to place blame, but it was likely that I'd been focused on my daughter's situation instead of my "don't forget to take this with you" list.) Besides, I needed to run some errands. So, I stopped by the Post Office, grabbed my hugemongous wad of "work keys," and got out of the car. I tossed my car keys into my purse. I do this often. Keys should go in purses when not in use. Well, women's keys, anyway. The problem was, at the last second, I decided I didn't want to lug my purse into the Post Office and chunked it into the floorboard, pushed the lock button, and headed inside. Oops! I called my Mommy.
I worked late to get everything done. No biggie. Daughter was still at work. Son's at a mission camp. Hubby works nights. Just me and the dog. (Oh, and forty-bizillion farm animals I had to feed and water.) I'd had a hard day and decided I deserved some ice cream.
