A sign that you might be making the irreversible change into super Dork: you do the dance of joy when you arrive home and find your new book about PHP has arrived from Amazon.

Can the pocket protector be far behind?

I am totally flaking out on writing anything even marginally meaningful (depending on your definition of marginally meaningful) tonight in favor of curling up in bed to plow through another chapter of “Build Your Own Standards Compliant Website Using Dreamweaver 8″ or as I like to call it “A Book That Will Hopefully Make Dreamweaver More Than Something Currently Just Taking Up Space On Your Desktop And Will Clear Up A Few Things That A Semester Long Class Didn’t”.

I need something enjoyable this evening since I am willingly choosing to go to the mall tomorrow so I can exchange some overalls I bought for Owen for a bigger size.  Surly mall store employees on a Saturday at the mall–I’m all giddy just thinking about it.  Or you know, just dizzy from all the hyperventilating over the mall on Saturday and all the PEOPLE that will be there  because I’m one of those lucky people who might be just the teensiest socially anxious.  Take your pick.

Last night at the fabric store, I took Owen in his SUV-size stroller. Before I had even been in the store five minutes, I managed to take out a rack of craft books with the stroller.

Did I mention that I managed to do this right in front of another customer?

Graceful, I am not.

Coordinated, I am not.

Some people are lucky and manage to grow out of that uncoordinated gangly state during the teen years and manage to become graceful adults whose limbs work together to achieve unity for the whole body.

Others, such as myself, never seem to outgrow being awkward and our limbs refuse to communicate with each other and instead seem hell bent on individually doing a body in as quickly and embarassingly as possible.