The name of the rose
Umberto Eco: The Name of the Rose. You are a

mystery novel dealing with theology,

especially with catholic vs liberal issues.

You search wisdom and knowledge endlessly,

feeling that learning is essential in life.

Which literature classic are you?
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You know, I realize these quizzes are made up by common folks — not a lot of science or psychology behind them. And I also realize that you can influence their outcomes. Yet each one that I have taken leads me a little closer to who I am. Some might even direct me where I want to go, and still others may remind me that I’m veering off my path. But it’s kinda cool to take a look at the person you are, the person you once were, and the person you are yet to be. I took this one without trying to read into it too much. And sure enough, here I am.

I think maybe it was the comic genius Steven Wright that said something along the lines of “wherever you go, there you are.” You can spend your whole life hiding from who you are or where you came from. But at the end of it all, it’s still you, life, and all the baggage you’ve acquired in your years of being you. While we would love for the airlines to lose some of that baggage, it’s still part of who we are and who we want to be.

I guess I’m being introspective today because it’s my birthday, and I tend to lean back and take inventory of who I am on days like this. While I’m not as rich, or as thin, or as intelligent, or as patient, or as good a person as I’d like to be, I feel I am in a good place.

And I’m thankful. I’m thankful for my friends, many of whom I don’t see much since college ended and Life v. 2.0 began. Friends like Kristie, who is always there when I don’t think I can handle one more second of the politics and b.s. that go on at our kids’ school and who always can get the truth out of me and still not judge me after she hears it. Friends like M., B., & J., who were my rocks three years ago when I was going through the death of my mother. Friends like the guys at work who keep me laughing.

I’m thankful that I have two incredible kids — one tween and one teen — that still think their parents rock and that can be totally open and honest with us. I’m thankful for a husband that has been with me through it all. And stayed.

I’m thankful for the two remaining members of my immediate family — my brother and sister — both of whom I’m incredibly close to and love dearly.

I’m thankful that I share a birthday with Dr. Seuss.

And I’m thankful for you guys — the ones I’m just getting to know as well as guys like Adam and Metten, who are a total blast and, seriously, have become very important to me and I consider friends. All of you help get me through my day — with your posts to your own pages, your comments on mine, your e-mails and instant messages. My daughter has a friend whose parents won’t get the internet at their house because “there is more bad than good on the internet.” You guys put that theory to shame. Thanks.

I guess I’ll pick up a copy of “my” book, The Name of the Rose. My book that is “me.” For my birthday.

Oh. And just in case you don’t think you have enough to be thankful about, read this. This could be your kid!