Lost in Place

I spent a few days this week in some geeky-technical-computer-web-language training. I work for a computer/web company so big deal, right? Okay. I did it voluntarily. How about that? I searched it out, I asked for it, and then, the scariest part - it got here and I was excited. Like smile on my face, can't wait to get into it, holy crap I am really going to learn this stuff excited. Then I wanted to hit myself in the head with - I don't know, something very, very heavy and big. I'm not the geek of the family. I'm not a geek in the family. Or... I wasn't. I didn't start out that way. But now, instead of worrying about what I will wear tomorrow or which brand of makeup I like most this week, I obsess over what I can possibly do to my website next. What more I can possibly learn to tweak this or figure out that. Or (seriously, someone put me out of my misery) how I could possibly learn more to use it in my job to branch out and become even MORE of a geek. What have I become??? Someone who wears the same shoes more than two days in a row, owns makeup but can't really remember what it's for all the time, hasn't worn anything but jeans in oh someone stop me. I cannot bear any more of these realizations. Of course, I place all the blame on my husband. He did this. He rubbed off on me. (If he would just share some of his genius with me... geeze!) But I can assure you, 110THOUSAND percent, he will not get me playing the games. Ever. I stop here. Creating, fiddling, designing and playing around. Besides, it's fun. I guess I can look at that part as an extension of my crafty, creative side. It just includes a computer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy a new lip gloss.