According to the Are you smarter than Miss America quiz:

I am smarter than Miss Washington DC, Miss Tennessee, Miss Massachusetts, and Miss New York. Intelligence-wise, I’m right up there with Miss Oregon, the new Miss America (2001). I should have lunch with her or something.

Which Action Star Are You? Find out @ She’s Crafty

My name in a acronym… how cool is that?

You are Civilian Calvin! You don’t get to travel much outside your neighborhood, but you still manage to get in plenty of trouble. When you’re not acting up, you like to wax philosophical. Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!

ok… enough tests for now… now that my blog takes a bizillion years to load… opps. Oh well…. I really haven’t had time to write this week (Chad’s been here)… or last week (homework)… look for my next update sometime after Easter

Aw, cheer up little ducky. Why so glum?

Find your inner rubber ducky.

You are Optimus Prime!

Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can’t resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

Find out which LifeSaver you are.

Take the Diablo II Character Test.

I’m not sure that this really fits me… but I took it last night and again today, so maybe it’s the weather or something.

Go Faeries!!

Take the What Faery Are You? Quiz!

This quiz was made by lia

Take the What Should Your New Year’s Resolution Be? Quiz

I’m alive, still… or mostly so, I suppose. I guess I’ll catch you up on what’s happened since I posted last…

Wednesday… I went to school.

Thursday… I went to school.

Friday… I went to school, then Tim and I came back to Huntsville. My mom was all jumpy up and down happy to see me, and kept me up late showing me every single thing she’d bought since Christmas. The kids didn’t fight at all, leading me to believe that maybe they were growing up. But, you know, now that I think of it, Rob wasn’t even home… that might have had something to do with it.

Saturday… Dad and Mandie went to the “greyshirts” (grade school) AWANA olympics, in Meridianvlle, and Mom and I went yard saling. We had a ball with that, and bought buttloads of baby clothes (no no no… not for me. Or at least, not in the near future. *grin* What isn’t for upcoming baby showers is packed away nicely in a box for whenever babies decide to happen.)… Then it started raining… so we tackled the thrift stores. And I bought some pants, and some shirts, and about a million cute little sundressy type romper things for this summer. Oh, and my “find” this weekend… Gigantic wideleg jeans, with rainbow stripes. And a mathing “yak hair” fuzzy shirt. You have no clue how big the legs are on these jeans…. I could fit in one leg… They’re great. Rob made it home late, but had a great time in Prattville…. took 1st in Bible quizzing, and his team took 3rd in Olympics, and brought home lots of spiffy metals.

Sunday… Church. Then napped. Then hung out with Rob and Mandie for a while.

Monday… went to work. Came home, did laundry, started cleaning Rob’s room.

Tuesday… went to work. Came home, did laundry, started cleaning My/Mandie’s room, made little progress, got frustrated, went to bed early.

Today… still at work. Working on linking concepts, meta tags, and alt tags. And inventory. Which wouldn’t be to bad, if all my stuff weren’t in boxes for the upcoming move to another building… and if I could stay awake.

Tonight… I go to church for AWANA (with the sad realization that most of the people I know there are my brother and sister’s friends), and i get to wear my awesome new jeans *grin* No cleaning will get done tonight… Ho hum. But there’s always tomorrow night…. I would like to have both the kid’s rooms clean by the time I leave. Don’t know if it’ll happen, but it would be nice.

Anyway… lunch is over… alt tags are calling me…. damn 508 compliance laws.