They call me Mardel

It is actually my (middle) name.  I got the idea for the title by from Carolyn.  When I clicked on the link I expected nothing.  With a name like Mardel you learn not to expect much from those "what does your name mean" databases.  This time I got an answer.

What Mardel Means

You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don’t have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you’ll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are usually the best at everything … you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You’re always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can’t handle you. You’re very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you’re likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don’t get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

And you know what else?  A surprising amount of it is correct.  Especially the part about being a little flaky and irresponsible, especially of late.

I have not sewn up the completed "Dreaming of Spring" spring might come first, but I still expect a few weatherly glitches.  I am knitting Maggie.  My red skirt has not been cut because I have piled up all my yarn on the cutting table (now there is a frightening thought, so frightening in fact that I dread going into the sewing room).  And I have piled up all of my clothes on the ironing board vowing that I can’t put them away until I figure out what fits, what doesn’t, and what goes with what.

Oh yeah, and I discovered that somewhere along the line, probably in a series of internet connetion accidents, I managed to save 5 copies of my menu/recipe/USDA nutrition analysis databases, each with different subsets of information.  Now I have to manually correlate them and merge them all back into one.  That would be much easier if I were the kind of person that made the same 20 recipes over and over again.  Instead I am the kind of person who has 500 some recipes I use regularly (meaning more than once a year) and a huge reference list of books and other things I would like to try someday.

Perhaps it would just be easier to run away and start anew.  But I know that doesn’t really work.

I guess being hyper-organized has its downsides.  Sometimes I get so tightly wound I just have to go into shut-down mode awhile. But I’ll get my act together again.  I always do.