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2005-12-02


As My World Turns

As I read this I have to laugh but at some parts I have to shake my head. Some of it sounds awfully familiar. Bless the maker of post-it notes.

   Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -

  Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

  This is how it manifests:

  I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

  As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

  I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

  So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

  I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

  I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

  As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.

  I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

  I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and I suddenly spot the TV remote.

  Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

  I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

  Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

  At the end of the day:

    - the car isn't washed

    - the bills aren't paid

    - there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

    - the flowers don't have enough water,

    - there is still only 1 check in my check book,

    - I can't find the remote,

    - I can't find my glasses,

     - and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

  Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

   Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hexx I've sent it to.

   Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

 

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Comment posted by SeaLady at 2005-12-04 00:38:34 

ROFL!! PrairieMade, you just told MY story!!!

I loved reading it. I do the same exact things. Get sidetracked, sidetracked, sidetracked. And... nothing gets done, haha. Or it seems that way anyway.

Ok gotta go, I keep hearing that darn mouse, I need to set the trap in the area I know he's in. He's in the corner on top of my desk behind my fax machine and all the junk I've got on my bookshelves. Hope he doesn't run over my keyboard while I'm typing. ewwwww.

Glenda~~~www.WealthPreneur.com

Comment posted by kkylara at 2005-12-30 14:09:27 

*laughing*.......oh yeah, that's the way it is alright. Upstairs and downstairs and back upstairs and back downstairs trying to figure out what the heck it was I wanted to do anyhow. And trying to go to a website and forgetting where it was I wanted to go in only a few seconds.........

And my kids tell me that they are more mature than I am.. I always tell them that it is my choice not to grow up..... I may have to get older, but I can stay as young as I want to!!
Comment posted by clickerman at 2006-01-06 07:50:22 

I wondered what was wrong with me! NOW I know. But what do I do about it. Let me tell you what happened to me. I'm age 67 and live a very busy life and am always in a rush. Early one winter morning I was getting ready for work. I had prepared a bowl of porridge oats for my breakfast and placed it in the microwave. I then proceeded to take a shower and got dressed. It was getting late. I went to the microwave, opened the door and guess what? my porridge is missing. I stood there in utter amazement, my mouth open, totally agog. At that moment the kettle boiled so I poured water into my cofee cup, momentarily forgetting my breakfast. After drinking my coffee my delinquent mind returned to the porridge, "Where is it? I'm sure I put it in the micro." After pondering a while longer without an answer to my dilemma I decide to have some Cherrios instead. So, I go to the larder to get them and there in all its glory is my latterday bowl of porridge. I still don't know how it got out of the micro and into the larder.... Great blog PrairieMade.

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