Deep Thinking, Brace Yourself

I think I'm finally getting my brain back from being pregnant, and this has me really excited. Not just because maybe now I'll stop walking into doorframes or because the doctors at work keep giving me funny looks after something drooling-level stupid comes out of my mouth; no, I have to admit that I miss being smart.

I used to be smart. Like really smart. I could answer questions on Jeopardy - final Jeopardy, not just the sissy first round. But then I got pregnant, and I started asking things like how many gallons were in a gallon of milk. True story.

So I've caught myself lately having these startling moments of clarity that really aren't all that startling, or wouldn't be for anyone normal. But to me in my sleep-addled and exhausted mind, these revelations are absolutely everloving brilliant.

Like for instance, I have no idea why I have to have myself fingerprinted for my Washington State nursing license. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. When I first got my nursing license there, oh so many moons ago, I was fingerprinted then. I have already proved that Geriann Cook is, in fact, Geriann Bartz and yes, I was brave enough to take that last name. So unless fingerprints morph once you're married into the fingerprints of an obedient wife rather than an unwed slacker, the cards should still be good. I watch CSI, I know how this works.

Update: This just in. As I was typing this, I remember why I have to get my fingerprints redone. Because those cards were for my California license, and they got lost by this state. Big shock there. Okay, so my revelation wasn't that great, but at least talking it out in smartass fashion made me remember what happened.

Moving on.

Last night I watched Transformers at roughly 3am. I love this movie, because I love Transformers. They're more than meets the eye, just like me. I look like a placid mother of one that smiles a lot and laughs, but in reality I am a super secret ninja nurse that ties people to beds and pokes them with shiny, sharp objects, all while preparing for a Zombie invasion. Let's face it - when the Zombies come, nurses are going to be the front line and you sorry sacks are going to want to know at least one nurse. So you better line up because I might just forget I know you in a Zombie Holocaust. My birthday is January 13th. Write it down.

Okay but anyway, back to the point. I was watching Transformers and I realized something. Autobots and Decepticons are from Cybertron, described by Optimus Prime as a peaceful, powerful empire. But then it was all ruined when Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, betrayed them all.

Okay, hold up. Let's run through that again. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, betrayed them all.

So, it's a race of highly intelligent and sentient robots that supposedly coexisted in a peaceful and powerful empire for thousands of years. . .and they didn't see that coming? Really? Decepticon? Should they have been called Betrayobots? Traitormatics? What could possibly have made it clear to the Autobots that hey, maybe the Decepticons will live up to their name and royally screw our entire society.

Then again, I can't really point fingers. I'm pretty sure Optimus Prime would know how many gallons were in a gallon of milk.

Opinion!

I actually had time last night to start Hadley's babybook/scrapbook. I was hoping to see what others thought of the front and back cover. I know the text is a little hard to read here but in the print version it shows up nicely. Enjoy!