Bow Before Me and My Genius Mind

Well, friends, it’s official. I’m a genius.

According to an article in Curious Mind Magazine, people who share my level of intelligence have a few things in common. We are all slovenly, foul-mouthed night dwellers.

Yes! Vindication!

One of the items the article touches upon is that intelligent people can live happily within mounds of chaos.  I’ve always had the ability to find any object in the innumerable piles of my own self-made mess – or that of others – if I’ve touched it or seen it at least once.  This talent has not only been helpful at home (with two kids who constantly screamed “mooommm, where is my [insert any item whatsoever here]!?”), but at work as well where I was always able to help my employers keep track of their own individual chaos. I assumed this was a subconscious thing I did to remember where the item was or where it was supposed to be, but it turns out that I am, in fact, just intellectually a level above all of you organized people. Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me! It’s in the article, it must be so.  Also, my messy desk is a sign of creative genius, so just leave my mold covered coffee mugs alone and let me work in peace. I’m not lazy, I’m smart!

My inability to go to bed before 2:00 a.m. is also a sign that I am heads above all of you, tucked all warm in your little beds by 10:00 p.m.  Never mind that 2:00 a.m. is when the best items are on sale at QVC or late-night horror movies come on, it is actually just my genius brain doing genius things at a genius time of the morning.  Genius!

Lastly, it would seem my unrepeatable tirades against the entire driving population of my state are also a sign of my extreme intellectual advancements.  Contrary to some of those inane studies that show that people who curse frequently are considered less intelligent, it has been scientifically proven that I and all my potty-mouthed kin are in fact superior in intelligence to our more straight-laced peers.  I have a gloating comment to make about that, but I can’t write it here.  Perhaps if you share my intelligence, you can imagine what it would be.

I’m not one to say “I told you so,” but I always knew that under my sailor’s vocabulary, under-eye bags, and piles of junk, I was a genius.  Now, science proves it.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I love to say I told you so.  I told you so! 

Go forth and spread the word to your cursing, messy, night-owl friends.  We are the elite ruling class of intellectuals.

We are geniuses!

my inspiration for new business cards…

 

 

 

 

Material Girl

Okay, so I’m not normally a materialist person. I could live quite happily, in a very small cottage on the Irish seaside for the rest of my days with nothing much to my name — so long as I had unlimited WiFi.

But as for the typical things like jewelry or clothes, nope, it’s not me. I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of shoes or an outfit and while I love to look at jewelry, I don’t often wear it (only on special occasions).

However, there are a few things that I crave and unfortunately, spend too much money on…books, books, books, and more books. Movies. If we watch a movie we love, we get the DVD as quickly as possible and watch it over and over again. Oh, and I do still want that Tardis Fridge I showed you guys a while back (that you can find here) if I ever get rich, which I don’t expect to happen, but hey, you never know — maybe that lotto ticket I have yet to buy will somehow magically make me a winner.  The key thing I’m told is you actually have to buy a ticket to have a chance at winning. Hmm…that’s a rigged deal if I ever heard one, I think.

And now, I’ve come across something else that I truly want.  Voila!  An adult fort!  It’s called the Orwell Cabin Bed. I love it…I want it…I must have it. Of course my bank account tells me differently. But like the Tardis Fridge, eventually, one day, it will be mine.

fort bed

Orwell Cabin Bed: Click Photo for Link

 

fort bed 2

 

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