Why is The Geek towering over the table?

To say that I was a bit of a dork growing up would be an atrocious understatement. Upon reviewing some of my hobbies and style choices it is no wonder boys avoided me like the plague.

For starters I went through a very long "sweatsuit stage" AKA it was all I wore. Assorted colors you ask? Yes indeed. Paired with a nice set of black and white saddle shoes and a homemade yarn and pony bead necklace I looked like a million bucks... or so I thought. I also was into "Hammer Pants, the "paint splatter look", neon accessories, and any shirt that I hand crafted at girl scout camp. YIKES!
 Next up Hobbies:

Exhibit A: Journalism.

From second grade on I kept a pretty serious journal. My first entry I was enjoying and I quote "a peece of hurshee chawclet and waching Arsenial Hall."

Then came the dramatic entries.

I hate: __________ Fill in the blank. Sadly a lot of the time it was my fifth grade teacher. Sorry Mr. Bassa (it was a phase just because you love the packers doesn't mean anyone holds that against you. Besides mine was usually more about getting my name on the board because I simply said, "where's my free stickers" upon receiving the latest book order. Is it any wonder you stopped teaching and joined a monastery. Hope I didn't scar you for life.

Then there were other small tragedies. NEVER getting to go to Mr. Bulky's candy store and then when I did buying sour gumballs and dropping one in the grass in the yard forcing me to my room for a good cry.

Trying continually to accept the fact that Miss was really everyone's favorite. Which of course is why I wrote the novel, "Memories of Madelyn and Marian" ( a pretty decent story slightly similar to an american girl book I read but duh waay better) to showcase my talents at my sister's graduation party. Wherein I carried it around and forced several family members to read it.
Never made the New York Times bestseller list but it did help me to accomplish one thing on my list of "things I'd like to accomplish in my 12th year of life." You can imagine I failed at learning sign language and getting my own fragrance line.

Along with mad skillz on the trampoline. Killer jewelry making. Being a professional at No-Bake cookies. I was also a published Poet. Some of the shit I came up with is astonishing. For starters I was amazing at rhyming and knew a lot about love. Which is more than I can say for Eminem. Volume one is titled: "You mean the world to me, in a very special way."
This shit is serious.
I don't want to brag but I did win the Young Author's Conference in 92, 93 and 94 (note 1994 was also the year of Miss's graduation party AKA Novel year).
Excerpt from Volume one:
Titled "The True Meaning of Life"
Life is a Game.
Sometimes
 it'll change.
Or turn into a shame.
Don't take the wrong person to blame.
No need to make a flame, because you're to lame,
to blame the game that shames your flames,
and then changes.
By: Heidi B.
Age 10

Okay last one and I am serious!

"Don't Fuss"
Even though you are only busting the crust.
You must just lust.
But you must not fuss.
By: Heidi B. Age 10

Wow I bet you feel enlightened.
Editors Note: below the poetry there is a lovely drawing of the earth accented with colored pencils and a footnote that reads: look closely to understand the meanings of the poems to you.
(Bit bossy I guess but it's worth it due to the literary content.)

Last the title of this post: Why is the Geek towering over the table.
I was the last of four children. Perhaps a surprise? Due to the fact alone that Katie was only 19 months when I was born I think we can all assume the obvious.

Moving on.

We had a lovely round wooden oak table that my mom refinished herself. Meaning hours of inhaling polyurethane for the sake of beautiful furniture. However in our collection of chairs there were four as I recall so by adding an office chair and a bar stool we had enough room for the whole family. Guess who sat on the bar stool? Yep the youngest. While I may have always been the youngest after awhile I wasn't necessarily the smallest. Sometime around my gifted 12th year of life, we were eating supper when Michael gazed across the table and stated, "why is The Geek towering over the table." As the years passed and I enlarged no one including myself noticed that perhaps it was time for another office chair. Not Even kidding.
I might need to check my journal for that intense moment but I'm quite sure that is how it all played out.

I better get going. I think it's time I put on my sweats for the day and work on some holiday crafts for the fam. Some things never change I guess.

Not even kidding! :)
Happy Holidays