I need to catch up with my Alzheimer's.

Why is it that I cannot, for the life of me, remember what I did last week, wore, drove, etc. BUT I can remember what I did on May 1, 1987 at 3:37 p.m.? (wait, that would make me in 2nd grade, probably waiting in the school bus line OR getting dropped off on good ol' Sagemill. I think I was wearing red glasses and Converse tennies that day. I was such a boy)...

But really. What happens to us and our brains? Our memories? When I am 50, will I remember being 29 like it was yesterday, because I don't really think so. I don't remember my 20's very well. Maybe because I don't want to. 6 years spent in college (which is a whole other topic) and what did I actually gain out of it? Ok, so I can spell some "words" and I know what Dante's Inferno is, but what else? I do know this: I drank and drove a WHOLE SHIT LOT and nothing ever happened to me. Now I work for an attorney and deal with DWI peeps and my God, it's amazing that I never had to be one of "them". 

Thank you, Jesus. Speaking of Jesus...

I sat Jezek down for dinner last night, some Shrek shaped soup and a Hi-C. Remember the metal cans that Hi-C used to come in? You had to use a friggin' bottle opener to punch triangle holes in 2 sides to get the shit to come out. Fun! Anyway, I put the bib on Jez and he says to me "mommy, we now say a prayer".

I was speechless and realized at THAT moment that he did NOT learn that from me (which is bad) and that I didn't know how to say it with him (which is even worse). Thank "God" for school. What has happened? I'm not one to speak about religion or politics openly, because A) it bores me and B) I just don't care. But when you're 2 1/2 year old learned about the Bible and says a prayer before eating and they did not learn it from you, you think "what a horrible parent I am"...there's nothing like your toddler looking at you like "why the hell don't you know this, mommy?"

Nice. Parenting. Hey, he loves. That's all that matters.

I watched countless hours of bad tv yesterday. Just layed on the bed, and flipped back and forth between "Clueless" and "National Lampoons Van Wilder"...the best part about "Clueless" was the abundant amount of Radiohead songs and a dash of Counting Crows. Wow...I miss my youth. Again. Only for a fleeting moment. 

Dude, again with the calls asking for free legal advice.

Stop. It. 

Happy Thanksgiving...I haven't even ordered Christmas cards yet. I suck.