Geek Girl Blogger Returns! Poisonous Netflix to Blame?! 

Obviously I’ve been watching way too much Dragonball Z Kai – we’ve been marathonning something like five episodes a night. It’s one of my husband’s favorite shows, and one of the things I enjoy most about our relationship is sharing what we love with one another. Sure, he doesn’t appreciate James Marsters’ cheekbones the same way I do, but he sat through all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and enjoyed most of it! We don’t always like the same things, but I am enjoying DBZ. Except for Goku being late literally EVERY TIME there is a fight. UGH. 

Anyway. We had D&D again last night, and I realized how lucky I am to have an awesome group of friends who like the same things I do. I’ve always been a geek – my dad and I used to spend our weekends watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Hercules, or playing Castle Wolfenstein, or reading Lord of the Rings. I grew up watching TNG and Buffy, and desperately trying to convince my sisters to play AD&D with me. Every summer holiday was the perfect time to devour entire sets of novels, or play “Hardy Boys” with my best friend. I was perfectly happy loving the things I enjoyed, and I don’t think that the idea of “being cool” was something that I was aware of, never mind interested in.

Then junior high happened, and suddenly everyone cared way too much about what everyone else thought. I look back now and laugh about how silly it was, but even now some vestiges of insecurity still cling to me. For some reason, once we hit about 13, it’s no longer cool to be enthusiastic about something. To me, being a geek isn’t about WHAT you like, but HOW you like it. 

So I am definitely still a geek. When I find something I enjoy, I don’t just watch/play/read it. I devour it, I marathon the episodes, I read the fanfiction, I buy the swag, I draw the fanart, I even get tattoos. And I’m not alone! The best part of the internet is that it brought all the people like me together. When I read through tumblr or Pinterest, I feel like I KNOW these people. We laugh about the same things, and it feels good. 

Everyone is a geek about something. Everyone has that one thing that they are super passionate about, that they know everything about and will talk about literally anywhere or anytime. What’s yours?

Recipe: Sweet Potato Pancakes

Before my baby was born, I wasn’t big on cooking or baking. My sister is the baker of the family, and she does an amazing job. Seriously, go check her out. She made my wedding cake and basically every birthday cake our family has had. Suffice to say, if I need cakes, cupcakes, cookies, or anything of that nature, I ask her. 

However, I’ve found that since being a stay-at-home-parent, I enjoy trying new recipes. None of my food is particularly pretty – my pancakes are oddly shaped – but the baby doesn’t seem to mind. We started him on solids at about five months, and he’s been eating finger food since about eight months. I wasn’t really sure what kind of stuff to give him, so I looked around the interwebs (thank the FSM for Google) and found a few recipes that are easy and seem to be a hit. 

Today we are making sweet potato pancakes! The first time I made them I pureed my own sweet potatoes, but since I’m generally lazy and don’t like doing dishes, I used Gerber’s sweet potato puree this time. I put both versions of the recipe below, since you don’t need as much milk or oil with the puree. 

Sweet Potato Pancakes 

  • 1 Cup Flour
  • 2 tsp Baking Powder
  • 1/2 tsp Cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp Nutmeg 
  • 1 tsp Salt
  • 2 Tbsp Brown Sugar
  • 1 Cup Sweet Potato Puree (OR one 7.5oz jar of pureed sweet potatoes)
  • 1 1/4 Cups Milk (OR 1/4 cup of milk)
  • 1/2 tsp Vanilla
  • 1 Egg (Beaten)
  • 1 Tbsp Vegetable Oil (OR 1/2 tsp Vegetable Oil)
  1. Mix dry ingredients together and set aside. 
  2. In a separate bowl, combine wet ingredients. Mix into dry ingredients, stirring until just mixed. 
  3. Cook on griddle. Serve immediately or freeze for up to six months.

 

Okay, so maybe the photos aren’t Pinterest-worthy, but I promise they’re tasty. 

 

Transformers AOE: Basically, the worst 

There are many reasons why Transformers: Age of Extinction is a terrible movie. My husband made the joke that the only thing that went extinct was the audience, and I agree because we shut off the movie a little over halfway through (and I was horrified to realize there was another hour and twenty minutes left). Yes, I know it’s a Michael Bay movie, and no, I didn’t have high expectations. I was mildly entertained by the sight of Optimus Prime with a gigantic sword, riding a mecha-dinosaur into Bejing. But what annoyed me most about the movie wasn’t the excessive explosions, or the bad dialogue, or the ridiculous plot. What I hated most was Cade’s attitude toward his teenage daughter and her boyfriend. 

Look, we get it. Dads are protective of their daughters. Parents are protective of their children – I have two, I understand wanting to make sure they don’t get hurt or make the same mistakes that I did. But trying to own your daughter’s sexuality is misogynistic and wrong. As much as parents are loathe to admit it, your teenage daughters ARE people, and have the right to make their own decisions about who they date and when. Sure, they’re gonna make mistakes and date some douchebags (points to self). But those are THEIR mistakes, and they should own them. 

Here’s an idea. Instead of banning boyfriends (or girlfriends), TALK to your kids about respectful and appropriate relationships. Be open about sex, no matter how embarassing it is. Sure, they’ll be horrified when you mention condoms, but that knowledge is important. Talk not only about sex, but about appropriate behavior in a relationship. Model that behavior with your huband or wife. Meet their partner, welcome them into your family. Sure, you might not like them. My dad sure didn’t like my first two boyfriends. But he didn’t forbid me from seeing them, and he didn’t sit on the front porch with a shotgun when I went out on dates. And sure enough, they didn’t stick around forever. I learned something from each relationship. And now I’ve found the man I’m spending the rest of my life with, who my parents adore, and who is an amazing father to our kids. 

So Cade, shut the hell up and listen to your daughter.