Zip Drive Brain.

 

Woooo Hooo.  Two nights in a row that the kidlets went to bed nicely.  Call the freakin paper !!

 

Last night, I was actually alone for a brief time.  DH went into town to pick up Baby as I was putting kidlets to bed.

 

Did the routine with ½ Pint.  Went into Pint’s room. Spent about 15 minutes with her rubbing her back while she fought off sleep.  It worked.

 

At 8:47 pm both were asleep !!

 

Sat at the laptop and tried to figure out this whole RSS feed thingy. Didn’t do all that well.  I understand the concept behind it, I even understand that if you follow numerous blogs on numerous different blogging platforms, you need a way to find all the blogs you follow and have them in a convenient place to read them.

 

Okay.  So then the question is how do I set up my blogs so that other people, assuming there are any people who want to read them, how do I (what html and where) do I put it on my page so that they can subscribe to my blog via RSS?

 

I used to be a lot of things.  One of them was computer literate. Not any more.  I think my brain is just too full to learn anything new. Sad isn’t it?

 

I almost completely understand the things I read.  Almost completely NOT.  I am mad at my brain.  I want a zip drive for my brain so that I can download the useless things floating around in there taking up valuable space.

 

The address of the house on the Air Force Base in Tokyo Japan was T-1072, I was four years old at the time.  My mother’s phone number in 1977 was 9163423190.  She died in 1984.  I don’t need to know her phone number anymore. She is not there.

 

The pizza number in the town we used to live in is 3043873350. If you ever want a great pizza, call them. They don’t deliver though.

 

I can remember almost any number.  It takes me approximately two times of dialing it or saying it, and it is indelibly imprinted on my cerebral cortex or something.  I hate it.

 

People use me for a phone book.  And a reference book.  I can remember trivia like nobody’s business.  I am good at Trivial Pursuit, but no one plays it anymore.

 

Names?  Don’t have a clue who you are when I meet you for the second time.  Didn’t remember from the first time.  Can stand and talk to someone I meet in the pharmacy or grocery store, carry on a conversation about things, then walk away and ask DH

 

“Who the hell was that?”

 

He just shakes his head and laughs.  I really have no clue whatsoever.

 

I once, and this is true, heard a commercial and SWORE that it was the voice of Arnold Shwartzenhegger or however you spell his name.  It was, in reality, James Earl Jones.

 

How could anyone do that?  I confuse numbers.  If something happened to 200 people and I hear about it, when I retell the story, it will be 324 people.  Don’t even know I am doing it.  My family laughs at me a lot.

 

I cannot remember words.  In the middle of conversations.  I don’t have Alzheimer’s Disease.  I have had myself checked.  I just grope and grope for that elusive word, and cannot think of it.  Oh, not difficult words. Common words.  Like Barbque grill.  I end up saying something like

 

Go out and put the charcoal in that, that, oh, hell, that black thingy that we cook outside in.

 

How retarded am I?

 

Kids names.  I mean, kids I am raising for crap’s sake.  I am trying to yell at them or get their attention.

 

“hey, ___________, um….you.  No, not you, YOU!.  You there, with the ponytail, what is your name!!”

 

Doesn’t matter if I gave birth to the child, or was at their birth, or that they have lived with me since birth. 

 

I still won’t be able to think of who the hell they are when I need to.

 

My brain has betrayed me.

 

I forget much more than I have ever learned.  I used to be quite proud of my brain. Not anymore.  Now, I know what truly happens as we age.  Our brains get too full and there is no zip drive.

 

Could someone please invent one?