What’s in a Name?

Faithful reader Damon Z wants to know the story behind my tag: “Nerd Girl.”

Umm . . . I wish I had an interesting, exciting, witty story to tell, but sadly, I don’t. I did consider making one up, but decided against it – not that I’m above making up/embellishing a story – I just am not feeling my creative mojo right now.

I am the oldest of four children, and the only girl. Basically, my brothers felt as though my tendencies towards obedience and compliance made it rough on them growing up – I didn’t/don’t drink, smoke, stay out late, break curfew (I was so damn compliant, I didn’t have a curfew because my parents KNEW I wasn’t going anywhere), party, and the list goes on . . . So they bestowed the name “Nerd Girl” on me, and I ran with it. I like to think of it as a term of endearment.

So Damon – I am called Nerd Girl simply because that is what I am. I’m not a thick eyeglass wearing (well, they’re not that thick anyway), pocket protector posessing, high-water pants wearing, no social skills nerd i.e., Steve Urkel, but I’m still a nerd. See below:

“Nerd, as a stereotypical or archetypal designation, refers to somebody who pursues intellectual interests at the expense of skills that are useful in a social setting, such as communication, fashion, or physical fitness.”Wikipedia

However, according to this test I am not a true nerd – but really, we already kind of knew that anyway. Didn’t we?

I am nerdier than 32% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!

Happy Passover!

That being said, this post has nothing to do with Passover. Today, I shall rant, rave, and ramble a bit. Enjoy!

First issue – WHY THE HELL DOES GAS COST SO MUCH? Now, I’m no economist, never have claimed to be, and likely never will be. But, for the life of me, I do not understand why gasoline is $2.75 in my neck of the woods, and considerably higher in more urban areas of the country. Last night I filled up for $56.00 – ouch! I started thinking about all of the things I could do with $56.00 that would give me considerably more pleasure than my daily commute does. With $56, I could:

  • get a mani/pedi
  • eat breakfast, lunch and dinner out AND leave decent tips
  • buy an outfit – gotta love the cheapie summer clothes
  • get my hair braided, leave a tip, and still have $16 in my pocket
  • finish paying my pledge to my alma mater – a damn shame, I know
  • add to my Belize vacation fund
  • buy enough Blue Bell “Banana Split” ice cream to last all summer long
  • add 56 new tunes to Nano the iPod Nano

well, I could go on, but I won’t. Especially since upon review of this list, I think perhaps I shouldn’t have used the phrase “considerably more pleasure . . . ” But really, can anyone explain why it costs so darn much to fuel up? And please don’t give me a lecture about hybrid vehicles and bicycling to work. Cause it aint gonna happen anytime soon. Well, I’d give serious consideration to a hybrid – once the price drops – I’ve never paid more than 12G for a ride. Ever. For what? Okay, what else?

Oh – the bass-ackwards state of Mississippi* (yeah, I said it) has finally decided that it is indeed legal for women to breast-feed their children in public! Now hell, I’m no breast-feeding nazi, but I did nurse Lovegirl for the 10 months that I was able to, but in a state that is heavily poor, overweight, number one in lots of bad things, and number 50 in lots of good things should it have taken this damn long to pass a law where mothers can finally feed their children healthily FOR FREE and not risk jail time for doing so? I am such a goody two shoes. Such a nerd – who knew I was a bad-ass law-breaking rebel as well?

I ordered the cutest tshirt for Lovegirl the other day – can’t wait ’til it gets here!

Speaking of Lovegirl, I could kick myself for not capturing the look on her face the other day as she ran around the kitchen stuffing grape tomatoes in her mouth, only to chew and realize that they weren’t the “staw-berries” that she thought they were. Priceless!

There was something else, but I’ve got to get back to work. Happy Easter weekend to all.

*For the record, I’m generally okay with living in Mississippi, and the good outweighs the bad, but there are days . . . of course, I imagine it is that way all over the world. It is that way all over right? Please, someone, validate me. Even if you do live in a big city with public transporation, rich cultural events, and people who understand the concept of not perming one’s hair, tell me that you too have days . . .