Naked Cooking with "Lovin' Man"

One thing I do love about having an empty nest, we can do what we want, when we want, where ever we want, however we want. I know as an adult you are supposed to be able to do that anyway, but when you have children, there just ain't no way! Yes, I said ain't! So tonight we decided to bake our Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread tonight.

 The best part about it, WE CAN DO IT NAKED!!  (Only going to show the arm! The rest is just for me!)

 

I know, we are odd and twisted and a bit freaky, but that is the way we roll! We paint that way, we clean that way.. make the bed. You name it, we usually do it naked.. at home of course!

Your bedroom always looks better, after it has been painted by a naked "Lovin' Man".

You can have a beautifully painted living room with great eye candy actually doing the painting!

Now personally, I never thought I would run around naked.. and to be honest, I usually have jams on. I do INSIST that "Lovin' Man" be naked, as soon as he walks in the door!

If I have had a bad day, the site of him in the buff always makes me smile and I know that the rest of the evening will be okay! 

If you are reading this and you happen to be a couple, that have your house to yourself, live a little ~ run around naked!

Oh by the way: This is how amazing your Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread can look, when you bake naked!

YUMMY!

Addiction to the written word

There are things that I read, books, papers, poems, quotes... that just hit me. Deep somewhere in my core. Some things are so hilarious, I have tears coming out of my eyes from laughing, so many parts of the written word hit me in my soul. I decided to just post some of my favorites~

Robert Hicks Widow of the South

Sometimes you read something that just gives you goosebumps, it hits you deep in your core with the beauty of the words or the strength of them. this is one such excerpt that has stuck with me...
Chpt. 6
What I saw was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I wish to never see it again. In the distance the entire Confederate Army of Tennessee stood on line. All of them. We'd been fighting out here in the west, in Alabama and Mississippi and Tennessee, always hemmed in by rivers and forests and tight little winding roads, and I had never thought about what thousands of men would look like if they stood out and faced us. But there they were. They shimmered in the distance, the warming air making them look wavy like a dream, something from another world. There were flags of all sorts snapping in the wind ~ the red and blue cross on their battle flag, the odd faded blue and white flags of one of the divisions in the center. Sounds of brass bands, one playing "The Girl I left Behind Me." I wanted them to stay there always, forzen in their splendor. An odd happiness possessed me then, and I can only explain it by saying that I had fought them so long and they had fought so hard, I was proud that such an army, a vibrating mass of butternut gray and sharp metal, screeching that strange wail of theirs, was arrayed against me and my men. I was proud that we were worthy of that. And though I knew not one of them would hesitate to shoot me in the head as I stood there watching with Weiss, who was muttering curses in a strange tongue, I didn't take it personal. I wish it could all end right there and that the Rebels could see themselves as I saw them in that moment. But such things never happen and such sights are bound to disappear. And so they began to move.


The Lion in Winter
Katherine Hepburn & Peter O'toole

"I'd hang you from the nipples, but I would shock the children"
(Katherine Hepburn, in her room, staring in her mirror, talking to herself)



Camelot

"Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot"
Musical ~ Camelot


The Jewels

My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone,
Gives me an ecstasy I've only known
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
My love was deep and gentle as the seas
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose,
Like a tarned tiger, cunningly she sighted:
And candour, with lubricity united,
Gave piquancy to every one she chose,
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres,
Before my eyes clairvoyant and serene,
Swarmed themselves, undulating in their sheen;
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown,
And to disturb her from the crystal throne
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
Antiope's white rump it seemed to graft
To a boy's torso, merging fore and aft.
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
And every time it sighed a crimson flare
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)

Someone is stealing their poop

Jan 17 2012

The plan: train the girls to use the toilet, instead of having a litter box.  Time for this brilliant idea is: about 4 weeks.
(I will be updating this every few days or so, keep ya up on the progress or lack of!)

Step 1: Yesterday "Lovin' Man" and I took the hoopty to Walmart. While there I picked up a new kitty litter box. I needed to get a smaller one, so that it would fit in the bathroom next to the toilet. It was late when we got home so I didn't really feel like messing with setting up the "new box".

Today when I got home from doing some errands, I finally cleaned out the old box and put the new clean one in the bathroom. Foreseeable problems with the new plan. Why yes, I do see there might be some problems ~  1: they won't train and I have to go back to the usual cat box situation and 2: "Lovin Man" or I will end up stepping an a litter box with "donations", in the middle of the night. When we move on to step 2, we have a whole new set of possible problems. We will go into those when we are closer to step 2. So send me prayers and wish the girls luck!

So it begins.. our first donations, I am not sure who donated this: but I have an idea and it is a great start!

Pretty soon the girls are going to start looking like this:

and it kind of looks like Ms Kitty Fu!

Jan 19 2012

It has been a couple of days and the girls don't like the litter box moved. How do I know this, you ask? Well, I walked into the hallway where it used to be, where now I put the vacuum. I found this little gem.

I think what happend was a cat decided to crap on the vacuum and it rolled off. Seriously!
I guess I have been "told".. but I am not giving up! Now on facebook I said that I finally found another use for my San G yearbooks. I know they can be used as door stops.. and a bookend. You can use them to hide papers that you don't want anyone to see, because they are to lazy to lift the damn things and be nosy. You can use them to smack a kid with, but my favorite has always been.. kill the fucking spiders with!! Our yearbooks are so heavy that if you chuck one on a spider, it is splat city. Then you just leave it there, til hubby gets home and cleans it up. But now is the "cherry on top" of the usage for the yearbook: to raise the kitty litter box when you are trying to teach your cat to use a toilet!  I used all four of mine and it raised just enough for the start of Step 3.

I knew buying those plastic covers were a good idea!

Oh San Gorgonio High School we raise our litter box to thee!

Step 3: Start raising the cat box, getting it higher to the toilet. As we begin this process, the girls and I, ("Lovin' Man" really doesn't want to be invovled in this whole experiment), I will keep you up to date. I know you are just dying to know if this comes out good or bad.

I hope I am not going to fast with the raising of the box. But I have taken out the yearbooks and put in some pepsi crates. Thank goodness for my dad. He donated the crates to the "experiment".

Kind of pretty colors.. but I doubt the cats appreciate it.

I laid the bust on Ffiona! I think it pissed her off, but what is she going to do.. flip me off?

Okay to recap: have raised the cat box for the second time.. things seem to be going alright.. I will probably leave it this high for a bit. I have another crate to add in about a week. The third crate ought to take it to the top or a bit higher than the toilet seat. Then on to step 4~

Third crate time. Going to lift the littler box again. Last night I did get ready to go to bed and found that Ms Kitty Fu had tried to bury something (which she isn't good at anyway) she had dumped it on it's side, and there were "donations" an litter all over! Not my idea of a fun night, right before going to bed. Okay, one snafu so far, not bad.. litter mess isn't too bad. I can live with it!

Jan31: We have finally hit step 4:  I have put the roasting pan into the toilet. It fits really good and I didn't even have to use duct tape! What a relief! lol So the girls checked it out, and I don't think that they are too impressed with it. I added a clump of used litter from the other box, so they would know they can "donate" in there. I did get this.. Ffiona checking it out:

Ffiona wanting to know what is happening to her potty boxes? They keep disappearing!

GlidaBelle, just can't understand.. WHY????

I will keep ya updated, but so far I am feeling good about the experiment! I hope this works...

Feb. 2, 2012

I talked to "Lovin' Man" today at lunch and it seems that his day is going a bit better than his morning did. As some of you know, I am trying to toilet train "the girls".. well Ffiona has been doing the green-apple dance for the last few days.. and "Lovin' Man" got to see it first hand this morning. When he went in the bathroom at the crack of dark, Ffiona had had a shit fit all over the toilet.. that cat is soo talented that she even got some on the bathtub... how the hell do you get crap on the bathtub when you are trying to cover it up? It is almost like she is doing it one purpose, to thwart my plans of toilet training. I am NOT giving up! They will not beat me!  (can you believe that I actually used the word "thwart".. buwwhahaha)

Pictures to come later.. just kidding, NO ONE wants to see a picture of that! :D

Feb. 5

I have updated the roasting pan in the toilet. I have taken out the non flushable cat litter and added flushable.

I got this cat litter from Petco. I am hoping it doesn't plug up the toilet. Now as soon as I put it in the roasting pan, GlidaBelle had to check it out. Ffiona did too, Fu Cat is still fighting the whole thing. She is my problem cat. I think it doesn't help, that I have started calling her "Gertha". She is getting chunky!

So this is what it looks like now:

Looks kind of funny doesn't it. I guess my floor matching the litter color doesn't help either. Just thankful it isn't crunchy tile, lol they would be pooping all over! I know that Fu is going to fight this until the end, but dammit, she is NOT going to win!!

SHE WON!

She isn't a good winner either.. see, she is giving me the Stink Eye!

The battle of the cat poop is over. Ms. Kitty Fu has won. I have been beaten by a 10.7lb cat. We will no longer be trying to toilet train them. GlidaBelle and Ffiona were on board but Fu Cat started a rebellion and she won. Kitty Poop War of 2012 is over, only one casualty and it is me~

The Queen of Tarts

Now I am not a naturally pretty woman. I was not gifted with the looks of people like Sharon Stone or Michelle Pfeifffer or the fabulous cheekbones of Audrey Hepburn or say Super Model Paulina Porizkova. I have to face my fabulosity (thanks Kimora for that word!) I really like that word.. I think it describes my world.. even on the NO make up days I embrace that word!

So I decided, since it is like 27 degrees outside, and too cold to do anything outside, that I would play with my makeup and take pictures after each major step. I do consider it all major, I mean I need that makeup.. Like a back alley whore needs crack!

So I am just going to jump right in here and start the amazing metamorphis of Terri! buwahahahaha The first step is to wash the face really well and maybe even exfoliate. I am not a beautician and don't pretend to be, this is just how I do my face. Okay, now that I got that little spiel out of the way, after I wash my face I put moisturizer on.. I use Olay.. the age appropriate kind, for my age. Then I use some Loreal' line filler.. I have way to many of those little bastards, not to use "wrinkle putty"! So here is the clean face look, nice and lotioned up  ~ TA DAH! ~ What a fucking nightmare! Scary isn't it?!

Then I put on my cover up and my pancake makeup up.. I know what your thinking.. pancake makeup, how old school is that! Well look at me, I am pretty fucking vintage, aren't I! Pale too, I mean if only I sparkled maybe I could be a Cullen, even though I was totally team Jacob!

Next I have to put some eye makeup on. If there is one thing that I really, really, really need  it is eye make up. Tell me that I am wrong. lol. Also, don't worry, I did blend the makeup into my neck. I hate it when women and their daughters don't know how to blend their pancake makeup. Seriously, don't you look at yourself in the mirror while you are doing it? Do you put it on the Stevie Wonder way, blindly? It is not a good look! Blend that shit~ I also had to put on some eyebrows, I have really light eyebrows.. face it, every thing about me is pale. No, I don't put them on with a sharpie! I try to blend them with a color that matches what little color that is in them.

FAIL

She didn't even get a sharpie that matches her eyebrows to her hair.. but maybe she saved some money and used it on her lips and eyebrows?

Okay I have the day time eye look going here. Not too much, not tarted up to bad. I love that word, "tarted" up! I always tell "Lovin' Man" that I am tarting up for him, when we are going out for dinner or the movies or something. I am guessing he prefers me tarted up too, I mean, would you want to go around with some vampire pale woman with NO eyelashes?

I couldn't handle it anymore, I had to put the lips on. Usually for my daytime look, I use a color that isn't shouting out "look" at me! But I can't wear those really light tones either... peaches and pale shimmers and such. I have to have something that will define the lips. Okay another complaint. I can't handle the ladies that have like a light color lip with some dark ass lip liner. Seriously? Come on, you look ridiculous.(example is three pictures up)  JMHO and since this is my blog, my opinion is the one that counts. A little Covergirl blush to give me some color.

I had to do some curls in the hair. My hair looks really bad straight, or so I think. Again, that fits into the catagory of my opinion is the only opinion that counts. :D Thanks for understanding. If you are a woman, you know exactly what I am talking about. If we don't feel we look good, the whole shebang is ruined.

Since "Lovin' Man" and I were going to go out and eat, I thought I would do the the "Tarted Up" version. I use a red lip glossy stuff from Sephora. Yes, that is the name of it.. red lip glossy stuff. lol I just can't remember or even see what the hell the name of it is! I also use a lip liner brush. I love makeup brushes! To top it all off, I use a little bit of bronzer.. and it has some shimmer in it. I guess maybe a little part of me wants to be a Cullen. whahahaha

So ladies those are a few of the things I do, to try and "Tart Up". Depending on what I am doing that day and where I am going.. it might be more or less. If I am going to walmart, I don't worry about makeup and usually change from clothes into pj's!

(Jennifer, I didn't copy the war paint idea but I kind of gave a twist to a makeup lesson... I can't even think of writing half as good as you do.)

Taco Thursday @ Casa Holley

I have to admit, I do like Taco Bell on occasion, the boys have kind of burned me out on it though. I love going to eat Mexican food at an authentic Mexican restaurant. Not one of those tasteless restaurants that are huge chains. You know the ones I am talking about.. Guadala Harrys or Hacienda or that rat's ass place Taco Tierra. OMGOD, no self respecting Mexican or person that loves good Mexican food would ever, ever, ever, EVER go there! I also don't use that crap out of a box either. I think it is Ol' El Paso or something like that. Might as well munch on some shitty as fried cardboard! I wouldn't even use those as tortilla chips, if they were broken up. I hope I am never so desperate that I have to use boxed premade taco shells!  So tonight I decided it was going to be Taco Thursday at Casa Holley..

Now I am not of Mexican descent, but this looks, and sure did taste pretty damn good. I have made home made tortillas before, but did not do that. I did heat them in hot oil and shape them. I also, did not make the beans.. that I have made before also.. Shelley (can't remember her last name, and it pisses me off), taught me in cooking class at San Gorgonio High School.. soooo long ago! I have been taught how to make spanish rice and damned if I can make that shit right either. I have tried and tried and decided to put it on hold for a while. "Lovin' Man" doesn't like rice, any kind of rice, really. So that isn't any big loss. I just know.. and it is what I KNOW that counts, that my tacos taste pretty damn good! Can you honestly look at those and say you wouldn't want to at least give it a taste? Next time you decide that it is taco night at your casa, make your own, it takes very little time or work and look what you can treat your family to! Come on, one little bite? You know you want to! Bon Appetite or Buen provecho!

Take a moment & enjoy the walk~

I guess I have been "broke" so long and just kind of go along with it, I didn't realize that I enjoyed walking so much. For those that don't know, I have had arthritis since I was 15 yrs old. In my early 30's I started having to have things replaced. First my right hip later on I had my right knee, my right wrist and my left hip and just recently I had my left foot worked on. After I had the left food fixed, I really started to walk a lot more. I really enjoyed it. By walking more, I mean, not hurting as I usually do, I can go through walmart (not wearing my pajamas, mind you) and not have to lean on the cart for support. I could walk with my back straight and NO butt crack showing, but then I never had butt crack showing! I guess I just have to march to the beat of my own drum, not like all of the people we usually get to see at wally world. Anyway.. So my foot is finally healing and I am boogieing around all over the place, standing up straight and enjoying my M-O-B-I-L-I-T-Y!!! Look at her go!!, that is why my guys yell ~ Look At Her Go! So I am enjoying my new found freedom and then my knee starts going out. Not all of the time at first, then more and more, just enough to ruin my new found freedom and fun. I finally go to see my wonderful orthopedic doctor, the fabulous Dr. Houle He is the MAN! So the fabulous Dr. Houle told me, after the usual xray wait, then the in-room wait,  told me that I can have an expedition of the knee to take out some floaters or have it replaced, because I do have bone on bone going there and will need a replacement soon anyway. I opted for option B.. let's get this bad boy replaced and get me back to standing straight behind that walmart cart! February is the big month.. the end of February is when I will get the new knee. I can walk tall and proud, maybe even skip a little. I think a 5k is out of the question, but then it would have been out of the question anyway. I like to walk, but 5k, that wasn't going to happen even if I wasn't gimped up. Ever. Now swing dance, I would have done that, 5k no way! So my thought process that started this whole thread is, isn't it amazing how you don't realize how much you love to do something, until it is given back to you. You get so used to, being without it that it becomes the norm.  I really love to walk.. when it is nice enough outside and there is the sun and a breeze. When snow flurries are coming down and I am bundled into a coat Even when it is raining and I can go out and dance around in the rain.. I enjoy to walk. So, sit back and think about some of the things you take for granted, the things that you expect to be working all of the time.. go out and enjoy a walk~

I'm my kitties bitch

     I love my cats. I am not one of those pet lovers that buy expensive bling for their cats or dogs or goats, etc... I do get them something every once in a while, to put on them and piss them off! I must say though, I am their total bitch. Those cats have me wrapped around their tails! Again, I am their total bitch! I just can't hardly stand to smack their little asses, when they deserve it.

     My first baby is Ms Kitty Fu, a fluffy gray that has multiple personalities and there really isn't one that is sweet. They, all of her personalities, have attitude. The nicest one, pretty much tolerates us. When we got Fu Cat, we had a dachshund named Oskar and we say she became a Wiener cat. She acted like our little dachshund. She actually picked up his habits, quirky little ways. I think if we had gotten to have Oskar with us longer, she might have grown up to be a nicer little cat. Maybe losing Oskar is what turned her so turdy. Oh well, what can ya do?  It used to be, that I was only allowed to pet her at night, when everyone was asleep. Like she didn't want anyone to know that she fraternized with me. Yes I said it, fraternize! Now am allowed to pet her with people around, when she feels like it. I am tolerated. "Lovin' Man" on the other hand, can do no wrong. She will search him out, to get loved on, in public. That is a slap in the face, my face. The one that scoops her poop's, face! I guess it is her quirkiness that I love so much. I am positive that she thinks she should be an only cat. I am positive that she is planning some kind of "payback" for not being an only cat anymore.

     One evening I was sitting in the house at the sewing machine, making something, I can't remember what. I hear a holler from the garage. "Lovin' Man" yells for me to come outside to see something. So, I put on my slippers and go outside to see the gnarliest looking cat I have ever seen. The first surprise was that "Lovin' Man", who isn't really a cat fan, has a cat rubbing around his legs. She is a calico, and is one RUFF looking calico. She was just meowing and meowing and rubbing all over his legs. I felt so bad for this little scrawny cat. So being the kind hearted person that I am (okay, when it comes to animals, that is) I sprinted into the house to get a little food. I sat on the golf cart in the garage with this little cat while she snarfed down the food I brought out. She was starving. So we left her an afghan on the golf cart seat and food and water and shut her in (or so we thought) in the garage. The next morning I saw out the window, a big mean and ugly grey cat coming out of the garage. I run out there and the food is gone and so is the gnarly little calico. I felt so bad. The next day, when she comes around again, I grab her up, with the permission of "Lovin' Man" and take her to the vet. I get her shots and checked out for any bad kitty stuff and she is alright, but pregnant. That means, not spaying yet. He wasn't my regular vet, I took her to my regular vet, the fabulous Dr. Smith, and she says she doesn't think she is pregnant and spays her .. she wasn't pregnant. Introducing our new cat, GlidaBelle, to Fu Cat was not an nice task. I know you are stuck on her name. GlidaBelle, what the hell were you thinking, how could you give that sweet cat, such a name. Well, honestly, because I freaking wanted to. I liked it, it fit her and so she is GlidaBelle. Those of us who are lucky, we get to call her Glidy or Glids.. those that don't know her, it is GlidaBelle, to you. Her and Fu Cat became good friends eventually, played and stayed relatively happy. Until....

     Let me introduce Ffiona, my newest "daughter". Our wild ass little youngin'. Talk about hell with a tail. She is a little siames that I found at the Shelter Buddies Shelter close to our house. I was looking online and saw her and fell in love instantly. I called immediately and said.. she is mine, I want her! It took some sweet talking and sucking up to actually get "Lovin' Man" to agree to let me have her. So I hauled buns down to the shelter and got there at 12:05 and damned if I missed them being open by 5 minutes. 5 minutes and I couldn't bring that sweet faced baby home with me. I was devastated, but not defeated! So I called my one of my besties, Pam, and asked if she wanted to go with me the next day.. and off we went. I got to bring my baby home. After calling her by three different names, she became Ffiona. It fits her amazingly well! She is definitely a Ffiona. Her coat is turning a light cream color now and she has the most beautiful blue eyes. She is a sweet and ornery little furry shit! If I am not fighting with her with my hands.. she attacks my feet. She wouldn't play with toys the first week, was scared of them. Now she is Queen of the toys. I am sure she believes in the immortal words of Daffy Duck ~ mine, mine all mine!

Since the cats have all gotten to know each other, things are somewhat better but screwed up at the same time. The Queen of the house is still definitely Fu, and she wants everyone to know it, people included! Where Fu would not play with either Glida or Ffiona, now she will play with Ffiona, if not somewhat with a mean shit ass streak to it, but she won't play with GlidaBelle anymore at all. She just hisses at her. Like it is Glida's fault that we brought Ffiona. I can honestly say, Glida had no input on my decision to adopt Ffiona, but Fu doesn't give a rat's ass! Someone is going to pay and pay big!

Ffiona loves to play with GlidaBelle, but the girls treated her like a leper when she first got here. There was NO love in the house during about a two week period. GlidaBelle warmed up to her fairly quick, not Fu Cat. So Glida and Ffiona have become buds, Ffiona is such a bad ass though that Glida has to run sometimes. Discretion is the better part of valor for her.  Fu Cat will now play with Ffiona but in a mean "I will smack you hard as hell" type way! There is a lot of mrrroww and pfftt going on, as well as the cat trees being smacked into the walls. I still crack up at it though. They totally know that I am their bitch. They take advantage of it. But what can I do...? This bitch loves her cats...
 

The Nerd File

     I am such a nerd, and I am not scared to admit it. I don' think I am very good at it but I do enjoy it. Seriously. I get into these moods where I will read and read and read books on a certain subject. Example, I went through my "Asian" phase. I read mostly, if not all, fiction and non-fiction on Chinese and Japanese culture and people. I am still just a little bit involved in that phase, I just found a book at Barnes and Noble, that has my name written all over it. When I save a little cash I will get it.
    Barnes and Noble is one of my habits. I don't have too many of those pesky "get your mind thinking" type habits, but reading is a pretty big one, oh and can be expensive. As much as I love Barnes and Noble, I do have to go on the cheap most of the time and hit up Half.com. I look at it as recycling. Save trees, buy used books if you can! I think that is probably pretty nerdy in some peoples eyes also.
    Right now I am in my "Kennedy" phase. I don't know why I am so interested in that family/era. But some things just amaze me. I won't go into detail and bore anyone to tears, but I have so many feelings about that time and family. I know, I know, I wasn't even born when President Kennedy was shot, but I think our country is still feeling the effects of that tragic event. This country was totally robbed.  Now I am not a politico in any sense, at all. I just enjoy the history and love to know the person, the real person or person's that lived. It isn't just our history, in the Asian phase, I read about Madame Mao and found it to be very interesting. I sure wouuld not want to be taking a quiz about it though.
     It is a good thing that I do not work in a bookstore, we would never get a paycheck and I would probably end up working for free. I am pretty sure that "Lovin' Man" would get tired of it. He would be paying the book store for letting me work there! whahahaha. If I lived closer to a book store i would probably never be home. Okay, maybe sharing my time between the books and a fabric store.. they are way to close together, where we shop. That would be a lethal combination for a book and fabric junkie! Overdose on words and sewing.. or hell, words about sewing!
    All in all,  I think I can live with being a nerd. I kind of relish in it. I thrive. I don't think I could live without books. I even love the smell of books. OMGosh, the smell of a new book, when walking into B&N, and going up to a shelf lined with books, just grab one off that shelf and open it and take a deep breath! I would probably wear a book inspired perfume. Now, that shouts NERD! So bring it on, Nerds unite.. enjoy reading or computing or sewing, whatever you think makes you a nerd and embrace it!