Howd-y-do, fellow bloggers. Hope you're having a nice weekend. We've been hit with that front from CA and it's wet and very windy but all this should "blow"out by tonight and we're back to clear blue skies and are mid 50 degree weather, till the next storm hits next week.
Ok, so much for the local weather report. You're probably wondering why such a strange subject matter to blog about, yea, me too!! LOL So I went to my trusty Funk and Wagnall (remember Laugh-In?) and I found no definition for a dork, then I went to my Websters and nothing...not even in my Webster's New Universal Unabridged Dictionary, still no site of the word , "dork." It's not even in the Webster's New World of Roget's A-Z Thesaurus!!!!!! Where have these people been all these years??? So I went to the Wikipedia on Google and here is there definition:
* USA pejorative slang for a quirky, silly and/or stupid, socially inept person, or one who is out of touch with contemporary trends. Often confused with nerd and geek, but does not imply the same intelligence level.
So there you have it. Personally, I disagree, I've known many intelligent dorks in my life and nerds who are geeks and geeks who are dorks and nerds!! I mentioned the "dorks" that I saw at the Celtic Women performance I attended a couple of months ago. They had their official shirts, notebooks and signs to display during the performance...oey vey!! Big dorks!!
Actually, what inspired me to write about this is due to my daughter, Andria. She asked me a couple of weeks ago to send her some pics of herself when she was little. It seems to be a thing on Face Book to display wall photos of oneself as a child, so I scanned and sent them to her. She texted me back and said she "was" a dork. Now I take exception to that, because Georgina did not give birth to any dorks; now after they grew up, that's something else...I take no responsibility for that! I sent her some adorable pics of herself when she was little...take a look:
Now tell me if those are dorky pictures?? Of course not, she was an adorable little girl, a royal pain in the arse, but adorable....as a matter of fact, at 31 she's still a royal pain in the arse, but one of the funniest people I have ever known so I keep her around for comic relief! I don't understand how she can look at these pics and call herself a dork...I just don't see it. Now I look at pics of myself as a child and lordy, that was a dork. I had buck teeth, a cross eye and wore Cinderella brand dresses under "Chubbets!" label. I wish I could show you a photo of myself as a child, but my blogger couldn't read the file, so no pictures of me at this time.
When I was 13, my mother took me to a diet doctor and he put me on all types of pills. I remember it was the middle of winter and I was sweating outside (hmm, still do as a matter of fact!! LOL), I lost 15 lbs. in 2 weeks and my mother decided it was not worth my health to continue...I also hadn't slept for 2 weeks...I wonder why, Mom, could it be that you had me on "speed!!" So as I matured, the weight came off, I had surgery on my cross eye at 9 and then again at 15 and the braces came off around the the same time. I remember walking into our high school dance, wearing my new doo, the Sassoon cut, no braces and no glasses....the dork or in this case, the ugly duckling had turned into a swan. I recall I danced a lot that evening. The whole make-over cost my parents a goodly amount of $$, but it was worth it.
As for my weight, well, menopause took care of that...where's the speed when I really need it now!! LOL My mother, who is 87, still complains about my weight and shows me pics of myself taken about 8-10 years ago and tells me how beautiful I "was!" I tell her I was thin and gorgeous, but I was extremely depressed and on the brink of suicide because my husband of 25 years left me for someone else and I was scared witless about my and my children's future, but hey, I was gorgeous!!! I'm now very happy, life is great, my sweet man is the best, my kids are ok and I'm still on good terms with my siblings, so I'm very fortunate. I'm fat and happy and no longer the dork of years past, even though, my daughter still calls me a dork sometimes for some of the things I do or get into, but she says it with love, "Mom, you're such a dork!" and proud of it!! Peace out.