Being Remembered

I remember long ago getting that, “You’re so weird,” look from the father-in law due to something I said. Trying to be funny. He smirked a sly smile at me, but I knew what he was thinking. His daughter-in-law could be so strange. Yes, I am weird and unashamedly so. Got a problem with that? This post has been brought to you by weird strangers and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. LindaRead more

I Remember…

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ― L.M. Montgomery When my parents were living independently, I started an annual tradition with mom on Mother’s Day. I would go to a local greenhouse and buy a large, beautiful potted geranium in the brightest color possible for the woman who gave me life. Fuchsia was a favorite color, but red came in second. The geranium always thrived through the summer and in September or October, dadRead more

Kirk, Thor and a White Board

As you may know, I am a nerd of the Star Trek franchise. I’ve watched every episode of the original series with Captain Kirk, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and Enterprise at least five times…probably more. I signed up to CBS All Access a few years ago so Natasha and I would be able to watch the newest Star Trek series of Discovery and Picard, and wait on whatever else was to come. It had been our ritualRead more

Lost at Sea

I make no excuses for this. It’s me. Always has been. There are times when the bits and pieces of useless information stay with me for eternity, while more important knowledge flies into the Bermuda Triangle five minutes after it’s been assimilated. I chuckled to myself last week when one of my employees former employees called to ask directions in forwarding phone calls. Her extremely detailed directions were not working. Ummm… *thinking, thinking, thinking* Nope, this tidbit from a pastRead more

Going Off Track

Have you ever had an image, idea or train of thought veer completely off track? Never to be heard from again? The older I become and the greater the stress at work and in life, the more I derail off the focused track. Not to say that the totality of my thoughts haven’t survived, but there are bits here and there of, “OMG, where did I put that piece of paper? What is that girl’s name? What was I doing?Read more

One-Liner Wednesday: Speed

“The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness.” “Good thing we have other people to help us remember.” ~Vera Nazarian~ And pens and post-it notes. And Outlook calendars. And Google calendars. And appointment cards. And the part of our brains that once-in-awhile remembers stuff. This was not the one-liner I intended to use today. I had an outstanding idea for One-Liner Wednesday on Sunday morning while fixing the bed-head, faux mohawk that was myRead more

Memory: June 1, 1976

In reading the title of this post, you may have one of the following thoughts in your head: I don’t remember this date, but it must hold some importance to the writer. I remember exactly where I was on this date and can tell you the color of socks I wore. I don’t remember this date because I was probably lost in a purple haze. I wasn’t born yet. Gosh, the writer is old. After a meeting in our officeRead more

Random Q & A

Strange thoughts circled around my head this week. Random questions and random answers.  I blame caffeine, a busy week and lack of sleep. Readers, please help me answer the swirling questions. Pick a letter or two, or come up with an answer of your own. Leave a stupid comment. You can even ask your own burning question for another reader to answer. Have fun with it!  I’ll be back after I do the dishes and watch Project Runway. Q: Why can I rememberRead more

Margaret

I want to be Margaret…when I am 101 years on this planet. Margaret is a newcomer to the assisted living facility where mom lives. The aides were giving her a tour of the building when I brought mom back from lunch this past Saturday. While mom and another aide proceeded into her room, I was introduced to the smiling little munchkin. “Tell her how old you are!” prompted aide Heather. Margaret smiled coyingly while Heather blurted out, “She’s 101!” “Wow, that’sRead more