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Brainiac, by Beverly Hicks Burch

You are a Brainy Girl!

Whether you’re an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.
You know a little bit about everything, and you’re always dying to know more.For a guy to win your heart, he’s got to share some of your intellectual interests.A awesome book collection of his own doesn’t hurt either!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

What a hoot! My dad would really be proud of this one. I’ve mentioned before my folks raised their Southern girls (GRITS – girls raised in the south) to take their education seriously. Daddy’s mantra was, “I don’t want you to have to sling hash in a greasy spoon if some jerk walks out on you some day and you have a house full of mouths to feed.”

Well, when the ex…you know, what the poor ol’ fella needs is a name, but, I don’t want to call him out…Phyllis Diller always called her ex Fang…but I don’t want to steal her thunder…what can I call him?…oh, I know…we’ll call him Gomez! Anyway, when Gomez left, he chose to leave on our son’s 21st birthday. What a coincidence! And, our son just happened to be out of state in SERE Training. (If you’ve ever watched the TV show The Unit, they recently had an episode about SERE Training. It’s not Disney World.)

When Gomez walked out, I thought, “Oh, poop, I can hear Daddy, now…I bet I get to hear the ‘greasy spoon’ lecture again.” I have to give my Dad credit…I didn’t get the lecture. I guess he saw how much pain I was in at the time…and he also was mildly impressed I was still using the ol “noodle”. I had busted Gomez and his par amour…heck, let’s give her a name, too…ummm…we’ll call her Morticia, now Mrs. Gomez, when I found all of their lovey dovey stuff on one of the family computers. [Well, that and I got a dectective who caught them at work, sucking face at in front of hotel and at a local restaurant even though they were claiming they were nothing to each other. Guess he was just helping her clean her teeth. 😉 ] And, I used those skills to get a good job even though I had been out of the workforce for over 20 years. (My doctor took me out of work over a year later because of chronic health disabilities.)

Anyway, Gomez had underestimated me…he forgot I was smart. I had learned a lot about computers…and he just didn’t realize it. Poor ol’ fella’s not the shiniest button on the suit. Plus, he had left post-it notes in the garbage can with addresses he had jotted down to e-cards she had sent him…Hello! Can we say Hansel and Gretel?! When I told him about my computer findings, he said, “I should have cleaned the computer up better.” LOL! LOL! LOL!

When I look back on that time now, I can laugh…sometimes, hysterically. Why? Well, one…I’ve found someone I wished I had married when I was 20. He LOVES the fact that I’m smart…poor ol’ Gomez was intimidated by the fact and I think resented it…education was not important in his family. Two, it’s just great to have survived and be loving and living. I have a muse…someone who encourages me and supports me…we do each other.

So…girls, gals…women…embrace the brainiac in yourself and reap the reward…for they are many!

© 2007 Beverly Hicks Burch All rights reserved.

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