Monday, January 9, 2012

Rambling - Eight Minutes Inside My ADD Brain

 **I started one post and my mind started wandering, so I wrote it all down.  This is the way I think all the time.  Welcome to 8 minutes inside my ADD brain. This is how it thinks to be me....**


This evening I'm curled up in my beloved husband's favorite chair as he stretches out on the couch.  Our sweet #7 is draped across my arm and dozing.  I keep thinking that she has at last fallen asleep and I should put her to bed, and then she will peek at me from one eye, smile, and doze off again.  I'm such a sucker for those grins that they keep me holding her just a bit longer.

It's a strange feeling to be someone's security, as though I were some sort of super hero, although of course I'm not.  (This is where my brain went off track.)  It sure would be fun to be though, wouldn't it?  I wouldn't want to fly, of course.  I'm terrified of heights.  It might be more honest to say I'm terrified of falling.  Do  you think you could fear heights if you could fly and falling weren't really an issue?

I think I'll call this post "rambling" because that's what my mind is doing tonight.  It's a strange word isn't it?  Rambling.  I wonder where it comes from.

The Computer Guy is up now and folding laundery.  Hmmmmm...laundry doesn't have an e.  I wish he could learn to sit still and be quiet, but he's learned to be constantly up and going.  I envy him that sometimes.  I can sit for hours without moving.  My mind is never still though.  I wish I could burn calories by thinking.  I'd be stick  thin.  Instead I can sit for hours but love to eat.  Love.

I'm obsessed right now with baked apples with cinnamon and butter, and also with sweet potatoes.  Also loaded with butter.  Maybe I'm just obsessed with butter.  Is there anything closer to heaven than hot melty butter?  I wonder how many religious people I offended by my saying that.  That butter was like heaven.  It is.  I'm tired of worrying about offending people.  I deleted that heaven thing once already to avoid holier-than-thou comments.  I'm tired of "religious" people with no sense of humor.  If they can't laugh they should just be up front and honest about it.  Do you think Heaven is full of people who never laugh?  Would you want to go there if it was?  Should that be were?  If it were?  I don't know.  Now the grammar nazis will come for me.  Is the word nazi losing its meaning because we use it so much?

Do Germans get offended by that "n" word the way Black people do by theirs?  Do they call it the "n" word? How does it become less offensive to refer to it by letter than to just say it?  People still know what word you mean.  Maybe we should just use a different letter like "b".  No wait. There's already a "b" word and it's not very nice either.  Not as bad as "n".  Do the letters mean worse things the further you go down the alphabet?  What could "x" be?  There should be more "x" words.  That part of the dictionary is too skinny.  It's not fair.  Look how much space "r" takes up.

The dishwasher is really loud tonight.  Why should it sound louder tonight than this morning?  What kind of people run the dishwasher so many times a day?  Lucky people.  We could be washing them by hand.  I actually prefer by hand.  I think they get cleaner, but the Computer Guy disagrees.  He thinks the hot water in the machine is better than that in the sink.  Do you think that's possible?

The baby is peeking and smiling again which is I think where I began.  Baby smiles and super heroes.  I don't think I'd want one.  A super power seems like more trouble than it's worth.  Like mind reading...do you really want to know everything people are thinking?  Everything?  Like if they can see that chin hair you didn't pluck?  Not me.  I'd like to be able to think in a straight line, but not all the time.  Just think how many thoughts I wouldn't think.

6 comments:

Rachel said...

Tell the computer guy to research what kinds of nasty things are growing in the rubber seal in the dishwasher. Ain't pretty. So we're hand washing. Oldest two switch days... One is laundry girl, other is the kitchen girl. Kitchen duty gets trash, floors in there, and help with meal prep and cleanup. Laundry girl gets the whole laundry package as well as any vacuuming that needs to be done, as well as bathrooms, if they need it. Number three gets the regular "assist" job, since she isn't quite ready for the bigger jobs/responsibility of laundry or kitchen detail.

My mind wanders too. It's getting worse the older I get...

Jane D. said...

We opened a new can of Parmesan cheese tonight and all though of you. We ALL hate washing dishes but have not managed to remodel our kitchen to put in a dishwasher. I do want to know who put in lower kitchen cabinet built of red brick in a kitchen. 90 years later they are still there. Maybe soon?

Sew said...

I want to see your thyroid panel and a cortisol saliva test. STAT!

Anonymous said...

Please write a book in this style, it is hilarious and insightful all at the same time. I have so many comments and I'd love to ramble on but it is a little hard to type with a 3 year old throwing a block bin at me.... I did have the same conversation yesterday with Vinny (he's 9) about dishwashing, he thinks the handwashing is more thorough and I said the hot water thing about the dishwasher and it is so much faster that I really don't care if hand washing is better. LOVE the n word thoughts too. Hilarious.
- Loretta

Leslie said...

Mmm, butter.

Anonymous said...

I am with you, girl. I sometimes describe my brain function as a hamster on a wheel. Or maybe in a hamster ball. It never stops and constantly shoots in different directions. I do the same thing with tasks. Start one, forget I'm working on it and start another. Sometimes my kids look at me in complete exasperation because I fire off things for them to do without letting them finish what they were doing in the first place. Well, I've been this way for 49 years, I don't see it changing any time soon, and my kids are functional (mostly). Oh, and my husband still loves me. I guess I'm doing okay. :)

Sharon