“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Tip For The Day

Friday, January 26, 2007

Never eat a vinegar potato chip (no matter how tasty it looks - not even one) just before a bowl of cereal with milk.


I guarantee you will not like the results. Consider yourself warned.

Disclaimer: There is no particular reason I know this...not one that I'm willing to admit, anyway.




Saturday, January 20, 2007

In a comment on my I Am From post, Judy mentioned one of my most cherished memories...

I was four, or maybe five years old. My parents had just driven away after dropping me off at my grandmother's house. I was spending a couple of weeks with Grandma as I did every summer, and she lived far enough away from my home that I would not see my parents until my stay was complete.

I was excited. Time with Grandma was so much fun and I loved her dearly. My parents had just driven away, so I had no time to miss them yet. I didn't know then that my mother's heart was probably breaking even though I was only a few minutes out of her sight.

It was a summer evening, warm and soft and wonderful. It had just rained, so that fresh, clean earth smell was hovering in the air, and the sky was a misty blue with the gray clouds marching away to shower their next destination. It was also a bath night, so Grandma filled the tub and helped me in.

It wasn't long before I heard her call my name excitedly from the living room, like a little girl with a secret to share. Grandma always sounded like a little girl when she was excited about something. She had a sweet, childlike spirit all of her days and delighted in those small miracles that God gives as gifts, but that we so often take for granted.

She came to the tub, scooped me out, wrapped me up in a big towel, and escorted me out to the living room where the sun was now shining softly through the white sheers over her windows. The light outside had the golden hue of a post-rain, summer afternoon. It would have been beautiful in itself, but then she pointed to the sky and I gazed in wonder on what she had seen.

The colors stretched themselves in a giant arc across the sky, beautiful in all their transparent splendor. Before this moment I had only seen such a thing in picture-books. It was as if I was seeing before my very eyes something that only occured in fairy tales. I did not know then what this miracle was made of. Scientific explanations of such phenomena escaped me. All my young mind knew in that moment was that I was sharing a beautiful promise of God with my beloved Grandma... first rainbow.



Thursday Thirteen #18

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen Reasons I Can't Wait Until Spring

1. I'm cold...all the time. I'm so tired of being cold.

2. When I talk to Southern people on the phone at work, they are always aghast when they ask what the weather is like and I respond that the temp has warmed up a bit today – it's 10.

3. My car doesn't like the cold any more than I do. Fortunately, like me, it understands that while it can whine and complain about getting up in the morning, it has a responsibility to carry out. She's a good car, even if she is a little old.

4. Flowers, I miss flowers.

5. Green, it's all gray here. There is no other color. It's like living in an old black and white movie.

6. The winter sky is always sort of grayish, whitish, even when it's blue. It never gets that deep gorgeous shade of blue that comes with spring.

7. Raz's leash is permanently frozen into the ice, rendering it useless. It won't be useful until spring.

8. Winter clothes are just so bulky. I feel like I can hardly move when I walk out the door in the morning.

9. I have several pairs of really cute shoes in the closet that I can't wear until spring.

10. We're building a house in the spring! Woo Hoo!

11. We're moving out of the hood and into the country in the spring...well maybe early summer. Close enough.

12. Spring smells good. Ours will probably smell better if we go pick up all the doggy doodoo in the yard before it melts though.

13. Open windows! It's funny how open windows can make a house smell springy even in the middle of the city. I can't wait for that open window, bringing the outdoors in smell of spring.

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Lions and Tigers and...Headless Semi-Naked Chicks??? Oh My!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

HolyMama left this comment today...
hey, what's up with the headless semi naked chick underneath proverbs 11?
i'm sure there's a story there, but it's funny already. :D
There is a story, but the truth is not nearly as entertaining any of the fictional reasons I could think of.

It could be ploy to get more hits. (Hey, come see the blog with the headless semi-naked chick!) Problem is, I really don't want the traffic that would come to see that. Really don't want it! Aahh, who am I kidding. Bring on the traffic! I'm less than 1500 away from 10,000 hits, so the more the better. Just beware that I reserve the right to delete any offensive comments.

It could be I have some sort of sick fetish. (Any comments assuring me that this is not in the least bit believeable are exceedingly welcome.)

It could be a cry for help.

It could be that I'm starting a collection of virtual mannequins and hadn't gotten around to dressing them yet.

It could be that someone sabotaged my blog.

It could be that I have a secret, psychopathic, vengeance-seeking contempt for Victoria's Secret.

It could be that I was trying to provide an illustration for Proverbs 11:22. could be that I just did a poor job of taking care of this problem.

Sorry for the headless semi-nakedness on my blog. To all you who are looking for family-friendliness, I'm reasonably sure it's gone now and I promise to do my best to never let it happen again.

And to all of you who have come looking for headless semi-naked chicks, perhaps this will satisfy your curiosity. They're not headless, but they're bound to be someday, and they are semi-naked...and cute too.



I Am From...

Monday, January 15, 2007

This one went around the blogosphere a while ago, but I'm just now getting to it. I picked it up from Holy Mama.

I am from swing sets whose feet pulled out of the ground when you swung really high, water fights with squirt guns and squirt bottles, and the sand box under the flowering crabapple tree.

I am from snow days, snow suits, snow angels, bread bags inside boots, and scarves that covered everything but your eyes.

I am from Christmas at Grandma's house with home-made lefse, cookies, turkey, oyster stew, (and better yet, oyster crackers), served on Grandma's delicate, pink-flowered china.

I am from summers with Grandma, bike rides to the zoo, getting out of the tub to see a rainbow, and playing games until 2 a.m.

I am from late night New Year's Eve, watching Three Stooges marathons, and doing puzzles with Mom and Dad.

I am from piano lessons, violin lessons, and singing and playing for church ladies.

I am from silly jokes, playing games, reading stories together, and reading the Bible together as a family.

I am from Sunday morning church and Sunday School, late night Christmas Eve in the candle-light, and new dresses for Christmas and Easter.

I am from a house filled with music: classical, dixieland jazz, and a little light Christian rock and roll.

I am from stacks upon stacks of records and books in every room of the house.

I am from bedtime stories, bedtime prayers, nightlights, and music playing softly until I fell asleep.

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A Smaller Picture

Saturday, January 13, 2007

In response to the Write-Away Contest over at Scribbit, because that plate is beautiful and it gave me a chance to set a small writing goal...and meet it.

One of the associate pastors at my church jokes about his wife’s organizational skills. “Most people have calendars with a week at a glance. My wife has twenty years at a glance,” he teases.

His wife is the church administrator as well as the worship director, and is one of the most organized and visionary people I know. She plans all our major events and knows the church’s schedule of events for years ahead. She keeps the worship team running smoothly, which includes organizing practices, recruiting new members, planning ahead for growth and improvement, and choosing songs that will coincide with the vision of the church, among many other things. This woman knows how to set goals and she does a fantastic job of carrying them out.

Myself, I’m a whole different story. I’m lucky to have the next five minutes at a glance. I usually don’t know what’s for dinner until I start making it and often I’m not even sure what it is until it’s done. ("What are we having for dinner, honey?" "Um, pasta surprise...again.") I’m lucky to get the laundry folded and put away before the next week’s laundry day, which means that most days I wear whatever appears at the top of the pile. Even in my job, working for a temp agency, there are times when I don’t know where (or if) I’ll be working next week.

The obvious solution would be to set goals. If you think I haven’t tried that, you would be wrong. I have set goals: weight-loss goals, house-keeping goals, Bible-reading goals. If there’s a goal to be set, I have probably set it. I have also probably failed.

I’ve tried to become better at meeting goals. I’ve created special calendars and spreadsheets. I’ve stuck posty notes with reminders in strategic places, but to no avail.

The truth is that no matter how hard I try, goals and I have never been able to create a deep and lasting friendship. I start filling in the calendar with important dates, household chores, monthly goals, but by the second or third day I have already abandoned the calendar to its own devices and neither the calendar nor I have accomplished anything.

Being the semi-geek that I am, I have used a spreadsheet to track daily steps completed toward an ultimate goal. The process usually goes something like this: The first couple of days, blanks are filled in religiously; by the fifth day I realize that I have forgotten to record my progress since the second day and go back, trying to remember the past few days in order to fill in the information as accurately as possible; by the seventh day I have started to think that keeping up the spreadsheet is more work than the goal itself; by the end of two weeks I have forgotten that the spreadsheet exists and the goal is never accomplished.

Every person I know has certain things they would like to change about themselves. Some of them want to be thinner or more healthy, some want to make more money, some want to spend more time with their children. At this time of the year, we tend to think of new beginnings, clean slates, making a fresh start and setting new goals, and every year we promise ourselves that this is the year we will meet them.

I have lived for thirty-five years on this earth now. I know myself fairly well, and I know that I am no more likely to become a goal-meeting maniac this year than I was last year or the year before, or any of the thirty-some years before that. This year, instead of setting specific goals, knowing that I will probably only be disappointed in myself, I am going to take a different approach. This year I’m concentrating on the small things.

I tend to be an all or nothing kind of girl. The problem with an all or nothing attitude is that all is rather daunting. All looks monstrous and overwhelming and makes me want to sink into my shell and hide away; and since all seems to be impossible, I usually end up with nothing. I want the final result, but I’m not terribly thrilled about the process of reaching it. I love picking ripe, fragrant vegetables from the garden, but weeding the garden and daily watering tend to be forgotten. I want a clean, comfortable house, but I’d rather blog than do the dishes.

This year, I’m concentrating on some instead of all. An entire clean house is a never-ending task, but I can fold a couple loads of laundry while watching an hour of TV with my hubby. Losing 50 pounds seems impossible, but eating just enough to fill my stomach and putting the rest away as left-overs makes me feel better and saves me from having to cook a meal the next day. Building a new home is an overwhelming and confusing series of tasks, but when you break down those tasks and concentrate on one at a time, it becomes not only manageable, but has the potential to be enjoyable too.

This year I am taking a new approach. I am stopping to smell the roses. I am not going to kick myself for not accomplishing everything I should, because there is always another day, and sometimes spending time with my husband or my friends is more important than cleaning up the tomato sauce that splattered on the kitchen floor. (The dog is likely to clean that up anyway.)

This year, I do hope to accomplish some major goals. I understand the value of major goals, but the end result will not be my focus. My focus this year will be on the details, the little things that can carry me along piece by piece until the puzzle is complete and I can see the big picture at the end. I am hoping that at the end of this year, the picture I see will not be filled with stress, frustration, and unaccomplished goals. I hope that at this time next year I will be looking back on a year filled with beautiful moments, because I took the time to enjoy each and every one of them, minute by minute, one by one.

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Cleaning Out The Closet

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I Am Unique Afterall!

Geekwif is a very rare female name.
Very few females in the US are named Geekwif.
Be proud of your unique name!


You Are An INFP

The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.


No Fargo Accent Here!

Your Linguistic Profile:
70% General American English
15% Upper Midwestern
5% Midwestern
5% Yankee
0% Dixie


From Blond Girl

I am a

What Flower
Are You?

"You are just a sweet person. When a friend needs a shoulder to cry on, you are happy to offer yours with a box of tissues as well. Once in awhile, you wish you could be a little more dramatic but then sensibility sets back in and you know that you are perfect the way you are."

Bloggers note: Not so sure about the perfect part. I'm still working on that one.


You Are Romanticism

You are likely to see the world as it should be, not as it is.
You prefer to celebrate the great things people do... not the horrors they're capable of.
For you, there is nothing more inspiring than a great hero.
You believe that great art reflects the artist's imagination and true ideals.


My Other Names

You all know my blog name is Geekwif. Surprise! That's not my real name. I know, shocker. Here's a list of other names that aren't mine! Silly, yes, but I'm having fun.

See the end of my list for instructions to do your own. Then comment to let me know so I can come see yours! I picked and chose the ones I liked. Go see Kristine at Random and Odd for a full list. I stole this from her anyway.

1. My Rock Star Name: Pierre Conklin

2. My Movie Star Name: Opal Spree

3. My "Fly Girl" Name: CJa (since I'm mostly Scandahuvian, I'd pronounce that SeeYa)

4. My Detective Name: Green Lion

5. My Soap Opera Name: Jane Falls (Slight liberties with this one. I only used one of the two words in the city. Sounded better that way.)

6. My Superhero Name: The Green Merlot - or The Green Rock Star

7. Futuristic Name: Cristalle Tennis

Make your own!
1. (your first pet, the street that you live on - I did not choose a current address for privacy's sake)
2. (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy)
3. (first initial of your first name and first two or three letters of your middle name)
4. (favorite color, favorite animal)
5. (middle name, city where you were born)
6. ("The", your favorite color, your favorite drink)
7. (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, the name of your favorite shoes)


They're Back!

Friday, January 05, 2007

See that little mood indicator over on the right side? The one that says "Elated"? Wanna know why it says "Elated"?

Because my Unkymoods are back in the form of Punkymoods! Woo hoo!

Don't ever go away again Punkymoods. I missed you!


Never Again

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

She’s back. My Mac laptop, that is. Actually she’s been back for quite a while now, but I’ve been a little preoccupied, a little tired, a little in need of a break. I think I’m ready to be back now. I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and a delightful New Year while I was gone.

She (Mac) had a brain (a.k.a. hard drive) transplant, and came back with more than a little amnesia. It was all my fault and I’m perfectly willing to admit it. I didn’t back her up. She didn’t remember anything that had happened since I bought her. I had to start fresh with the stuff from my old Mac desktop, which fortunately I had not sold, given away, or formatted.

That’s the good news. The bad news is that there was a month’s worth of stuff in her head between the time I bought her and the time she lost her mind. There were little losses like Firefox bookmarks and checkbook entries.

There were also big losses like my NaNoWriMo novel. I’m getting over it...sort of. I knew it would need to be re-written anyway, but it really would have been nice to have something to start from.

Anyway, the point is that I’m back, and so is my Mac, and now I have a shiny new firewire drive on which to backup my entire hard drive so that this will never ever happen again. It cost a bit of money, but it’s totally worth it.