eightish

I was going to start Nanowrimo this month and realized, oops! It's the 8th! I forgot all about committing to such an endeavor. My restart of taking a picture of the day because otherwise, I don't take pictures at all!!! lasted, one day. Weee!!!! Winning!

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Rich thought it would be a romantical thought for the whole family to sit and watch ALL six of the old Star Wars series. I tried not to act like Celia and roll my eyes in the back of my head with his funny notion. I get he was trying to get the girls to like something more than Mindcraft and The Walking Dead. More family time. In the same room. Like what he's all excited about with the new movie coming out next month.

Within the first ten minutes of glory, Moira passed out for her afternoon siesta and Celia stalked off mumbling, "this is sooo boring!" Meanwhile, I'm still here in the living room, trying to support the Mister and his dream. Well, sorta as I am now writing on my site. Magically, I can do two things at once. Watch t.v. and write at the same time. I guess I'm not Still Alice just yet.

  

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Speaking of "Still Alice," this aging thing is really messing with my retention and recall of simple things like naming items with their proper word like, paper, money, food......... What the hell and I supposed to be doing tomorrow? Did I lose that check? Just where exactly am I supposed to be driving to if not towards some kid's school?

Please tell me, I am not the only one! AND if I AM the only one? Just lie to me. Odds are I won't remember anyway.

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Everything doesn't happen for a reason showed up in my Facebook feed yesterday. I wish I had written this piece. I know people mean well and want to say something comforting when they don't know what to say during a tragic and emotional time, but "everything happens for a reason," "It's God's will," and my favorite, "God needed another angel/You have an angel watching you now," makes me cringe. I don't EVER notice anyone who has had a shit situation happen to them personally say these things. Well, actually I have but it's usually on a talk show or on the news when people are talking about surviving a disaster. I guess they have to say this just like a movie star who thanks God for their Emmy. Yes, God HAD everything to do with that trophy.

Huh, maybe surviving life is making me more "Still Alice."  Trying to make it through the day without totally losing all my shizz on all the stupid shit that comes through my radar. The selfishness abounding and leaping from every corner makes me_____. I don't know. You fill-in-the-blank.

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Now, we have moved onto "The Empire Strikes Back."

Moira woke up, asked her dad 20 questions about what was going on since she missed 3/4 of the movie, Celia is chatting with a 'supposed' Mindcraft friend and I am finding ways to implant a tracker in her shoulder as she sleeps.

I do know if I have to watch another episode, I might actually have a weeks worth of posts in my que.

Comments

[a]

Well, I would watch all the Star Wars movies with Rich! You guys are lame! But, props to you for pretending interest...

Here's the problem with everything doesn't happen for a reason...when you encounter someone who is desperately trying to believe that there's a reason for everything and you start talking about how sometimes shit just happens...well, that doesn't always go over well. I was talking to a friend who has breast cancer, and she was spouting the "everything happens for a reason" stuff, and I was all "No, sometimes bad things just happen. Sometimes life just sucks." I should probably keep my stupid mouth shut sometimes, but I just don't believe that nonsense and I can't let it pass. It's not like I've never witnessed or experienced suffering.

I made my husband watch Mad Max:Fury Road last night. He was surprisingly interested (usually he's hypercritical of every movie we watch. I also watched I've Loved You So Long the other day, and he watched that with me too. It's in French. But it was pretty good and he got interested after saying he didn't want to watch).

[alyssa]

You're not the only one. A friend needed some info from me so I emailed her the other night, I have no recollection of sending the email. On a hot day this past summer I asked the people I work with if I could turn on the fan. Apparently they said yes, because I'd asked the exact question 5 minutes prior and have no memory of asking the first time.

Welcome to the club.

[heather]

I can't remember shit and I have to work in an office every day - at time terrifying! You're fine :-)