I Lost My Mind, Found It Just This Morning

It's the truth. These last few weeks have been a total whirlwind. I think I'm experiencing the onset of dementia. I've been forgetting my first name, and the street I live on. It's that bad.

Obviously, I published my Easter post on this blog instead of the one about TJ. I just realized that this morning, while sipping my McDonald's crack-laced sweet tea.

And I accidentally texted my maintenance supervisor, whose name is Chris, to let him know that we're having a meeting to finalize the planning for my step-sister Stacey's baby shower this Saturday. The text was meant for my sister-in-law, who confusingly enough is also named Chris. So, said maintenance super texted me back and informed me that he was certainly not interested in attending the meeting, nor did he desire to be involved in the planning of the shower. To which I initially suspected the text was from my sister-in-law herself, (not realizing my faux pas) and got a little irked by her curt, snotty reply. Until I caught my mistake and expediently re-texted my maintenance super an apology. The sister-in-law, of course was naturally much more friendly in her response.

I'm supposed to be working on my weekly recipes with my PA Dutch cookbook. Yeah, uh, haven't tried a new recipe in WEEKS.

TJ is busy with baseball. We've all been busy with baseball- Pirate games are a regular thing. I'm in the middle of a property acquisition at work, which means I've been busier than ever. Not to mention concrete season is in full swing and I rarely see my husband Monday through Saturday. Oh, and we've been dodging a lot of tornadoes lately.

On a good note, I happened upon some FREE vintage Pyrex mixing bowls a few days ago. With glass lids and all, the cool autumn-colored ones with handles on the sides. They need some serious scouring with some bleach, haven't got to that yet.

And if I hear Pink's Raise Your Glass one more time I'm going to lose my shit. Seriously, this station plays this frickin' song every 15 minutes. Moving on...

You know, at least once every six months or so I go through this, what I call reevaluation and minimalist phase. My husband (bless his cold, uncaring heart) suggests I rearrange a closet and take an aspirin.

I start to over-analyze everything- thinking even annoying liberal things such as:

1. I need to start eating healthier. Stick to whole grains and more fresh (organic only!) vegetables. I bet if I swore off red meat and ate only Kashi bars for breakfast I'd feel so much better. Really, I could do it. I was a lacto-ovo vegetarian for several years, until that one fateful day when my then boyfriend, now husband- grilled a delicious steak for me one evening for dinner.

2. I need to step it up with my exercise regiment, or more-often-than-not, my lack thereof. Take a long bike ride, join a gym, run the track. Hmm. OK.

3. I need to de-clutter my life. Rid myself of all of the excess junk in the basement, donate more and make more of an effort to RECYCLE.

4. I need to be more in touch with nature. You know, hug a tree every so often. Don't kill those pesky bees, just capture them and relocate them.

So, as you can probably tell, I've been completely off my rocker as of late. I mean really, relocate bees? But sadly, yes, I've thought those very things in recent days. I think it's because it's spring. I think of spring as a time of renewal and freshness. The blooming flowers and sprouting green leaves just reinforce these thoughts.

Well, at any rate, my brain may only be functioning at partial capacity, but at least I've got some new Pyrex. And that damn Pink song is finally over.