Who Is On Your Team?
The Apocalypse is here! Yes, grab your guns and lets start killing . . . um I mean grab your survival gear and let’s work together so the human race doesn’t go extinct. So today’s questions is : Who Is On Your Team? Team 1: I am an Army of One! I have my bags packed and ready in my closet, guns oiled and fully loaded, and several caches of supplies and ammo in various secret locations. My goal is to survive and have fun doing it. I have behaved well long enough. When this shit goes down, I am...
I Am The Most Awesome Parent!!
My son was working on his history paper, the topic women in aviation engineering. He says to me. “Mom I just learned something interesting. The women interviewed in the article says that at least 1/3 of all women in the field went to all-girl colleges.” I say, ”Well, that makes sense. It is believed or maybe true that some men don’t like to date smart women, or at least women smarter than they are, so in mixed classes women tend to ‘dumb down.’” Logan looked at me as if I had grown a second...
My Dad Was A Stripper
When I was little I couldn’t pronounce what my father did for a living. Lithographer was simply too difficult. However, within the printing industry my father’s job was called ‘stripper’ because he cut out and assembled strips of film. I can still remember being five and my friend’s parents asking me what my dad did for a living. I would smile all cute with my read hair in pig tails and freckles decorating my nose and say, “My dad is a stripper.” A look of shocked horror passed over their...
Classiness for the Geek
Every once in a while too horrific happens, and I have to dress up. And not just jeans instead of yoga pants paired with one of my nicer pop culture tee shirts instead of an older faded one. I mean shower, dust off the heels, wear grown-up stylish clothes, and possibly apply make-up. But even though I’m all dressed up, I still want to be me. So how do I honor my geeky fangirl soul and fit in at whatever function I’m being forced to go to? Thankfully there is ReadingFanGirl on etsy. She has...
What Would You Eat?
The apocalypse is coming, you have a week before it gets here. So, what would you eat? I know you don’t have to get ready. I mean, come on, you’ve already packed your bug-out bag and carefully marked caches of food and supplies in route to the perfect place to hole up and survive the End Times haven’t you? The only real worry you should have is whether the Event kills the people already living there, or are you going to have to do the job? And if they die on the carpet, how will you get it...
Post Cupcake Sadness
My loving husband bought me gluten free chocolate cupcakes. For the sake of my sanity, we won’t discuss the calorie count of these amazing treats. Before I ate my cupcake, I asked my daughter to make one of the gluten free cake mixes. She rolled her eyes and asked why. Um, hello, post cupcake sadness. She looked at me as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. Post cupcake sadness is a serious condition. While eating one’s cupcake there is happiness and joy, which can last for a while....
A Geek Girls To-Do List
We all have to-do lists. Lists of chores, errands, projects, phones calls—it goes on and on and on, until we want to crawl into bed and cry. But I have two to-do lists: the crappy one, and the one I wish I could devote all my time to. My Geek Girl To-Do List. First there are books—books in series that I am in the middle of and addicted to. Books in series that I haven’t started yet. Classics that every good fantasy/ sci-fi fangirl has at least tried to read, and of course the books I loved...
Computer Geeks, Accessorize!!!
GeekkiBoutikki is a fun little Etsy shop that allows you to show your computer geek pride and look amazing at the same time. The owner, Roxy, uses old floppy disks to make pencil holders, boxes, and purses. Perfect for the eco geek who wants to be très chic. 🙂 She also makes jewelry from delicate silver chains and translucent, blue, electrical components. A perfect way to weed out potential partners; if they don’t recognize what your necklace is made of, they aren’t the man or woman for you....
The Hand Clap of Death
So my friends, or supposed friends who I work out with, wanted to try Zumba at our gym. It’s fun; I enjoy the music; the teacher has enough perky energy to run Disneyland, and in my head I look magnificent. Of course in my head I also still look 16. So there I am bouncing around following the steps. I’m sure I looked like a drunk elephant, but in my head I’m graceful. Since I am totally willing to live in my own reality, everything was just fine. Until the teacher added a clap to the steps. In...
