Early Signs of Alzheimers?

Today is a momentous day. Two fabulous people were born! Click on over and wish my friend Alissa and the talented Citizen Neil very happy birthdays. My blogging world would not be complete without a daily dose of either of them. In fact, I get to meet Alissa and Sandra (another fantastic blogger) this weekend. How excited am I? I have never met a blogger buddy in real life before.

If emailing my sister about going to see a concert tour that happened in 1998 wasn't proof enough, there is more evidence that I am losing it. Take this IM exchange for example...

sizzle: in other news: i rented a movie have seen before thinking it was new
sizzle: <--- brilliant
dumpling: nice. you are slowly going insane. how's that working out for you?
sizzle: LOL. what is sad is that you are right. i AM slowly going insane
sizzle: i am frightened. hold me.

Please send the gingko, stat.

I still haven't changed my desk set up. I know, I know! What the hell am I doing all day? I investigated how the file cabinet was attached to the desktop and discovered it would take some brawn to move it. I might have grown up being the "boy" of my family and I might very well have unnatural strength for a woman who doesn't lift weights but I am still not tickled to have to heft that thing. But as you can see, something needs to be done (stat) because this is a set up for a worker's comp claim. No kidding.

Is it bugging you how I keep saying "stat" like I am a doctor?

Last night I watched that show, Miracle Workers, which wasn't entirely a horrible show. That is my glowing recommendation. I was particularly moved by the man who had been blind for 22 years after a severe allergic reaction to penicillin. I couldn't really watch when they showed the surgery. They were scrapping off the scar tissue on his eye. It makes my eyeballs hurt just thinking about it. And then they replaced his cornea with a new one (well, "gently used" as it was from a deceased person). He could see his wife and children for the first time ever. I couldn't help joking that if I were his wife and my husband was going to see me for the first time in our lives, I would have picked a different outfit and done something with my hair. But as they say, love is blind. (Ugh, I didn't just say that bad joke, did I?)

This is my thrilling, non-stop, action-packed life: watching a movie I had already seen, thinking Miracle Workers wasn't a horrible show, and yes, slowly going insane.