Vindauga:

So, am I losing my marbles?

Today I was moving furniture so I could vacuum under it. I asked Mallory to help me and said "Please move that suitcase." Only there was no suitcase, I was asking her to move a couch.

This isn't the first time this has happened recently. One day I asked Rory to take a hairbrush and "put it in the fridge." I meant bathroom. It's happened other times too, but I can't remember the specifics of them. It's not just that I can't find the word I am looking for, I don't even try, I just automatically substitute some word that makes no sense.

I have no history of dementia on either side of my family. Unless you count what some of them experience when stepping into the voting booth.

So people that know me IRL are now convinced that I am losing it because

a) I was vacuuming under my couch and Bert's family is not visiting and we aren't putting the house on the market.

b) I might really keep my hairbrush in the fridge.

If you were me would you seek medical attention? (remember my deductible is $7500)

Or would you have a Bailey's and coffee and realize this was cleaning induced, and nothing to worry about?

March 30, 2008 in Forty and Beyond | Permalink | Comments (9)

Six Words

My life in six words.... as seen at Pilgrim's.

More than expected, good and bad.

If you haven't done this yet, consider yourself tagged. If you don't have a blog, play along in the commnets.

March 26, 2008 | Permalink | Comments (4)

Vegas, Baby

We're heading to Vegas for spring break. I know it's so great for the broke family of six to head to gambling capital of the world. Hey we took out a HELOC and are going to put that and the 401K all on the Black Jack table. Bert won't need a job. We'll be rich.

Or we are going to visit my mother.

Take your pick of stories.

I'm just very appreciative that I have roughly 10 days off. Oh and bonus gratitude, the BIG grant that is due March 31st? Done. Finished. Whoohoo!!

March 20, 2008 | Permalink | Comments (2)