You know, I been hearin’ folks talkin’ ’bout this here gem quiz thing. Sounds kinda fancy, don’t it? Gems and quizzes, who woulda thought? But I reckon it’s all about them shiny stones, like what you see on them fancy folks’ fingers and necks. I never did have much use for such things. But let’s talk about these shiny gems.

Now, I ain’t no expert on these gem quiz things, but I heard tell there’s all sorts of ’em. Red ones, blue ones, green ones, clear ones like glass. They say each one’s got its own special somethin’ about it. Like, one might be for love, another for, uh, keepin’ your head on straight. I heard that you can find what gemstone you are. That sounds weird, right?
They say there’s this gem quiz, and you gotta answer some questions. Honest, now, you gotta be honest. I always say, honesty’s the best policy, even if it makes ya look like a fool sometimes. Like the time I told Bessie her new hat looked like a chicken coop… Well, that’s a story for another time.
So, you take this quiz, you see. And I guess it figures out what kinda gem you’re like. It can tell you if you are a diamond. Or you are like an emerald. I don’t know. I never understood those rich folks and their fancy stones. I just use my money to buy food for my family. But this quiz is fun. It is very fun, according to my grandson. He likes taking these quizzes online.
- Red like a ruby, that’s what they call it. Heard it’s for passion and such.
- Blue like a sapphire. I seen a lady wearin’ one of them once, pretty as a summer sky.
- Green like an emerald. Heard it’s for, uh, prosperity. Like gettin’ a good harvest, I reckon.
- Clear like a diamond. Them’s the real fancy ones, ain’t they? Sparkly and bright.
Now, why would anyone wanna be like a gem? We’re all just people, ain’t we? Flesh and blood, that’s what I say. But I guess it’s just a bit of fun. Like playin’ cards on a Saturday night or guessin’ how many beans are in the jar at the county fair. I love Saturday night. It is the best part of the week. I always watch TV with my husband. We eat popcorn. But when I was young, I like playing cards. I did not play for money. I played it for fun.
This gem quiz, though. They say it can tell you somethin’ about yourself. Like if you’re strong, or kind, or maybe a bit stubborn like ol’ Mildred’s mule. I reckon it’s all in good fun. Just be honest and it will tell you what gem you are like. This is what I heard, at least.

Me, I don’t need no quiz to tell me who I am. I always be honest, even if it’s about that ugly hat Bessie once wore. But I don’t need a quiz for that. I know what I am. I’m just a simple person, that’s all. But I do like shiny things, I won’t lie. Maybe I’ll try that quiz sometime, just for a laugh. Just for fun. Just to see what happens. It will not change my life.
I remember one time, at the church social, they had a raffle. And they had all these things. They were shiny. Like gems. I did not know the difference back then. I don’t know the difference now. But they had these shiny things on display. They were beautiful. I don’t know. I did not win. But those things look like the gems rich folks have.
Speakin’ of quizzes, did I ever tell you about the time I won a pie-eatin’ contest? It wasn’t no gem quiz, that’s for sure. It was a real contest. I had to eat pies. A lot of pies. I love pies. Especially apple pies. And I won. I won a blue ribbon that day. Best day of my life, almost. Beat everyone in the county, I did. Even that skinny fella from down the road, the one who always brags about his prize-winnin’ tomatoes. He couldn’t eat pie like me, no sir. I showed him.
So, this gem quiz, it’s probably nothin’ like a pie-eatin’ contest. But it might be fun, I suppose. If you like that sort of thing. Just remember to be honest, like I always say. And don’t take it too seriously, you hear? It’s just a bit of fun, like guessin’ the weight of a pumpkin or tryin’ to catch a greased pig at the fair. Good times, good times.
I still don’t know why people are obsessed with these shiny rocks. I mean, they are pretty. I will give you that. They are very pretty. But they are just rocks. They don’t do much. You can’t eat them. You can’t grow them. You can’t make a pie out of them. You just wear them. That is all. Maybe I am missing something. But that is okay. I have my pies, and my husband, and my family. That is enough for me. But if you want to take the gem quiz, go ahead. Have fun.
