Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

It finally happened

While I regularly seek out new information, because I like to "stretch" my brain, or it's a topic of interest, I do not want my head filled with "useless" (determined by me) information. I generally have a fear (not a huge one, but a fear nonetheless) of "losing" valuable information or memories if my head gets too full.
I'll explain. Hubby likes to tell me stories about work stuff. That's fine, but he goes into such detail that the main story gets lost due to TMI. It sounds something like this:

Hubby: "Today Pat from HR came to my office, she's a heavyset woman with long gray hair and she was wearing a yellow pantsuit that didn't quite fit properly. She came to tell me that one of my employees had been rude to a customer. The customer is in blah, blah, blah..."

This is where I lose interest and he hasn't even told me the "story" yet.
Does it matter what Pat looks like or was wearing? Is it relevant? No.
He also recently got "into" fish. We have a 75 gallon tank and I couldn't tell you one thing about any of the fish, I respect that he enjoys this hobby, and I try to look enthused when he tells me about new fish, but again with the brain overload, I just don't have room for fish information with all the other stuff I want to fill my brain with, which gets me to my point.
I have Girls Night In (the ladies of the cul de sac get together for dinner and adult beverages) tonight and I wanted to make a shrimp dish, but my brain has lost all things familiar with shrimp. I usually just make something off the top of my head and nothing is coming. I've looked at recipes and nothing sounds good. Dinner is at 7. I have all the ingredients, I think, but I am drawing a blank, all I can think of is Pat' and her yellow pantsuit.

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