It's Confirmed . . .

I've always suspected it, and tonight, thanks to Wendy, it's a confirmed fact: I am officially not hip. And according to this quiz, which you've got to check out, I'm not quite a nerd. Not quite. Gee, that's encouraging! Wendy, by the way, is only half the not-quite nerd that I am. I'm not sure whether I'm embarrassed or proud of that fact!

I didn't really need this quiz to prove my almost-nerdiness to myself; in high school, I was the Chemistry Student of the Year. My picture's in the town newspaper with the words plastered at the top. That'll hurt your reputation! What's funny is that I'm not a science type of girl; physics left my brain reeling. I think chemistry was up my alley because it deals with symbols and words more than numbers! (Well, high school chemistry does. I never attempted college chemistry.)

I have more proof of my not-quite-nerdiness: in my English class, I'd choose "fun" reading off the "required reading" bookshelf. You know, the books we weren't going to get to that year. And I read them in my free time instead of doing cool things, like going out with friends.

I also crochet.

And I'd rather stay at home, reading a novel in the bathtub, than go to a U-2 concert. My sister-in-law will think this is blasphemy when she reads it, but then again, she's definitely hip.

I also like to take notes, make lists, pick out spelling errors on billboards, and fill in medical forms with tons of questions. If that's not nerdy, I don't know what is.

In final proof of my almost-nerdiness (and I'm starting to wonder why on earth I'm trying to prove that I'm a nerd!), I am standing here, in my pajamas, typing away at the kitchen counter, when I could be in bed, asleep. My husband, two sons, and newborn daughter are all asleep. And a truly hip woman would recognize the need for beauty sleep and go get some. But I'm almost a nerd. And if you're reading this at 11:40 p.m. instead of sleeping yourself, then you might be one, too. Take the test; I dare you!