I Know That Word…Give Me A Minute…

Why is it that I can remember my childhood phone #, my address from 40 years ago, the birthdate of my 2nd grade best friend, but I can’t seem to remember my children’s names when I’m wanting to spit them out?!

 I’ve been known to even get to the dog’s name before I get to the right child.  My poor little grand baby Bella, she probably thinks her middle name is Megan, who happens to be my youngest. I see their smiling faces, I know their names, but with the 40fallaparts came naming people in list form. “Ky?, Han?, Meg?, Casey?(the dog)…I mean Bella!”

It’s not just names, it’s words, it’s things! “What is this I’m holding in my hand?” “I know what this is, why can’t I think of the name?” “I use it to peel vegetables.” “Peel.” “Oh, that’s it…potatoe peeler!”

“I should introduce that person to my friend.” “Hmmm, darn it, I know her name…she lives in the green house next to Betty…she works at the school…her daughters are Missy and Nicole…her husband is so nice looking. John Doe!” “Vicky I’d like you to meet Sandy Doe.” Sure took me the long way around to get there, but I finally got it. (and I’ve only known her for 20 years!)

And then there’s the random thought, “I need a stamp for this envelope.” I head to the living room, walk to the desk, and think “what was I coming in here for?” Stand a minute, contemplate, return back to previous location…”oh yes, I needed a stamp.”

I’m thinking that I’ve packed so much information into this brain in 49+ years, that it’s running out of room.  The space has got to be limited up there, you know.  And this sure didn’t happen when I was 20, or 30.  The longer I’m around, the more it happens.  See, makes sense…brain overload.  Ahhh, that has me feeling better.  When I thought it was dying brain cells, that was just kinda depressing.  But now that I’ve got it figured out, and realize it just a space shortage, that my brain is just getting filled up with that wonderful wealth of information I’ve put in it all these years.  I can live with that, right?..Sue, Brenda, Norma, Dave…I mean Dorothy!

PS – I’m out of here for a couple of days.  I plan to have an “up close and personal” visit with Punxsutawney Phil.  And if he plans on seeing his shadow, well, I’ve got news for him.  He’s going to get an earful from me!  I can’t even begin to imagine what type of characters I’ll run into in Punxsutawney, PA.  (but anyone that will get up at 3am for the bus ride out to Gobbler’s Knob to watch a groundhog has got to have a story or two!)

Blessings.

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About 49andcounting

Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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