Dorko is as Dorko does...

Dorko is a nickname that my brother gave to me after those akward, personality -formative years were pretty much done for.

(My brother has his own nickname, Rock, bestowed upon him eons ago by a pack of Jr. High peers ... something to do with his intellect - thus "Rock" turned out to be a major misnomer for them & it's a mis-lead if you try to apply that original story to who he is today . Turns out he was just really, really, really good at acting dense, in Jr. High School.)

Anyways... my brother, Rock, has a bit of a reputation for nicknaming people... because the labels he dishes out have enough truth in 'em that they've a tendancy to "stick" on the people he dubs.

OH! This "Dorko" name vexed me so!
Wasn't I cooler than that?
A few of his buddies were brave enough to test drive the nickname within earshot of me or worse yet [cringe] address me with it.
Heheheheee.
I hurt them.
BADLY.
(Lord, I'd like to publicly apologize for that at this time.)

Meanwhile Rock was delighted.
Not only did he feel he had the perfect nickname for me, he was the only one that could and would use it to address me directly (and as often as possible) in public! Fun, fun, fun!

Here's another thing: I spent hours today blogging up a real good piece about moi... trying to fill in some data for all who pass this way, along the lines of profile. (until I get the blasted profile thingie to work for me!)

I wrote and wrote today... what else am I gonna do? Housework? The dishes? [maniacal laughter] This is much more fun! [big smiles!]

It was a beautiful piece of work, if I do say so myself! Ah, the detailing: ...how nuts my immediate family gets me,
...where I've been,
[some of the] things I've done,
there was the little cottage (I recently moved from), that was just far enough off the edge of the universe, that I could touch the stars in the night time sky!
...there were fireflies (my favorite bug!),
... and rattle snakes,
& Riots of sunflowers,
& prairie dog towns
& my sweet Ladydog,
& BLOOD SACRAFICE (which I felt was fairly climatic),
& that song, "Oh Baby it's Cold Outside",
& the new kitty,
&Peace,
& Love,
& green "GO" lights decending from Mid-heaven,
.....& Blogger fricken ate it! (again!)

Then... I realized that I may not have "refreshed" or did the "save draft" thingie...just quite as I should... hence the nickname "Dorko"... and well, I could be the original "my bad" ...and let's just say I've made peace with it, this "Dorko" nickname, as I've grown and matured alittle.
And, ultamitly, I must confess, oh, how well it does suit me.

I've considered personalized plates.
(give everyone on the road a heads up.)

Some who know me might say, "Oh no! that's not YOU! You've got it together girlfriend!"
But those that really know me well say, (with love, mind you, much love), "Oh that's totally her! She's such a Dorko!"

I am not claiming split personalities here.
Nothing as dramatic or dangerous as say, Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.
Think more absent-minded-professor, I guess.
Like, sometimes, I know what I am doing every second of the day.
And then there's those times that I've driven down the street with my to-go-cup Coca-Cola riding on the top of my car.

Okay. I havn't actually driven down the street with my cola on the top of my car since, oh, maybe the mid 80's or so and there were a lot of people doing that sort of thing at that time....
'nuff said.

You get the picture, right?

Cheerios2U!
Dorko