
by fundamentalism;
yet Kate still has guts.











| You Are Bert |
![]() You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others |







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.
Congratulations!
| Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
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Note: I'm currently reading Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope, which is interesting but dense and not really bloggable. More LIST items to come soon. (And hi, Auntie G. I am so embarrassed that you're reading this.)


Incidentally:
Munchkin: What's that book called, Mommy?
Me, stalling: Uh . . . it's a love story.
Munchkin: But what's it called? [spelling] Y-O-U-S-U-C-K.
Me: That spells LOVE STORY. Really.
Munchkin: No, it doesn't, Mommy.
Me: Redirect! Redirect! Here's a cookie!






Yes, Jesus loves me:
Hey, it could be worse:
This thing could be up on blocks
in your neighbor's yard.
Rattletrap Car by Phyllis Root. Candlewick, 2001, 32 pages.
Note: As a rule, I'm not a fan of picture books heavy on the onomatopoeia (Mr. Brown, I'm looking at you). But this one has just the right mix of story, light rhyme, and sound effects. A current favorite of Munchkin and Niblet alike.

Thanks to Fuse for the link. |



Your mother's Snow White?
Not hardly. The language sings;
the plot feels cluttered.
Fairest by Gail Carson Levine. Harper, 2007, 326 pages.

"You've told lies before,
haven't you?" But these girls learn:
Consequences hurt.
Harmless by Dana Reinhardt. Lamb/Random, 2007, 229 pages.

I asked for it, I got it.
The universal questions:
1. What’s your favorite quote?
"Let me play the lion too."
There's a scene in A Midsummer Night's Dream where Peter Quince is assigning roles in the mechanicals' play, and Bottom keeps butting in, wanting to play every part -- including the lion, in this case. I have a bad habit of taking on too much and wanting to be all things to all people, so sometimes I need to remind myself that I don't have to be the lion, too.
Runner-up: "This too shall pass." Just as applicable when the children are sleeping angelically as when they're burning down the house.
2. How would you spend $1,500 that you won in a radio contest?
If I'm thinking short-term, I'd buy a kickass new laptop. If I'm thinking long-term, I'd stash it in my (as-yet-nonexistent) Going Back to Grad School Fund.
3. Where do you like to go to get away from it all?
The library. I just wish I could go there by myself more often (and not be on the clock). I also have a weakness for The Coffee Store, as we call it in my house. (Munchkin, spelling: "S-T-A-R-B-U-C-K-S. Coffee store!")
4. If you had the complete attention of everyone in the United States, but only for thirty seconds, what would you say?
"It's Feb-ROO-ary, nuke-LEE-er, and jew-EL-ry, people."
The personal question:
5. How are things going with the new baby and another little one at home?
It's more manageable than I thought, actually -- mostly because (knock knock knock on wood) the Munchkin seems to be entering a slightly more mature, slightly less infuriating stage, and because (KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK) Baby John is a wicked good sleeper. Also because I have reached a detente with the television set.
I love watching the two of them interact: her smothering him (literally) with love, and him staring in wonder at this loud, fascinating, possibly dangerous creature who keeps poking him. I also benefit from my longstanding position as Slag-Ass Mommy, so the little things (matching clothes, dry diapers, reasonably nutritious and varied food options) don't tend to concern me much. If the children are still alive by the end of the day, I've done my job.






Are you my mother?
Orphaned Lucky seeks and finds.
SCROTUM! (made you look)
The Higher Power of Lucky by Susan Patron. Atheneum, 2006, 134 pages.
