My Geeky Family

My family is geeky. I really love this about them. For Christmas this year, one of the gifts we each got was a Spork. I've got to admit, I didn't know what a spork was until we got this thing. It's a combination of a fork and a spoon. David and the kids were thrilled. "It's one less utensil to use and clean." "It's made of titanium so it's lightweight and it won't break." "One more thing to enhance my Geek status." They are proud of their Geek heritage.

Every once in awhile, their favorite catalog comes in the mail. It's called, Think Geek. It is fun looking at and there are things in there that I just don't get which has to be explained to me by either David or one of the girls. We have purchased several things from this catalog and quite possibly the Spork was ordered from it too. My husband got his "42" t-shirt from it. When it arrived he put it on and I was impressed that he knew that the number 42 was retired in baseball in honor of Jackie Robinson. I told him so. He looked at me like I was crazy. I was really proud of him until he informed me that it was not in honor of Jackie. In fact, he didn't even know Jackie's number. He explained to me that 42 is the answer to everything in life and the universe. Then it was my turn to look at him like he's crazy. What? He was shocked that I didn't know that. I told him, "No, Jackie Robinson wore that number. You do know who Jackie Robinson is, don't you?"

"Uh, no."

I still don't think 42 is the answer to everything. He still thinks I'm wrong. I can't believe he didn't even know who Jackie was. He thinks Jackie knew 42 is the answer to everything.

Simple Things

Do you ever take the time to think about the little things in life that you appreciate? Every once in awhile I think how much I appreciate a "simple" thing. Today it was Mo and then Mo made me think about all the other things like him that I appreciate. Mo is my iRoomba vacuum. I named him Mo after the "cleaning" robot in WALL-E. I have him programed to go off on MWF at 10 am. He vacuums my living room. He does it happily. He will do it without me breathing down his motor. And when he finishes his job he will cheerfully announce "all done" whether or not anyone else is there to appreciate the momentous occasion. It is so nice to come home to a living room that has been vacuumed. I often take him into another room in the house to vacuum. Yesterday he was busy. He did the living room, our bedroom/bathroom, and the tea room. Oh, he did the kitchen and nook too. In fact, he did more than I did yesterday.

I also appreciate my washer and dryer. I appreciate my dishwasher. They all do things for me so I don't have to do them. I remember my Mom's dishwasher when I was growing up. It was one of those portables that I had to roll over to the sink and attach a hose to the faucet. It opened on the top and I'd load up the lower shelf, put the second shelf on and load that up then shut the top and start it. It was a pretty nifty thing but I hated doing the dishes. Now that I'm grown up (sort of), I can usually appreciate the fact that those machines save me a lot of back breaking labor not to mention free up some time. Granted that time is usually spent doing other chores I don't care to expand on here.

Yes, I am thankful for those "simple" machines that free up some time so I can clean the toilet.