"Middle children have remarkable diplomatic skills."

-The Secret Power of Middle Children, by Catherine Salmon

Monday, November 1, 2010

Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. Two in the a.m. I got up and took a homeopathic sleep aid. It is now 7:30 a.m. and I am once again wide awake. I totally plan on crashing in a couple of hours. Maybe sooner if I get up and have a bowl of cereal. I thought I'd do a little blogging first, since I haven't blogged since oh, last JULY! I will just randomly spill out my thoughts this morning and see where we go from there. I love words. I love fancy words and plain words...and if you live east of the Mississippi, I love how you can make a plain word sound fancy with a southern drawl. People from the south can take a short, one syllable word and extend it into at least two syllables. For example, bath can become bay-ath or head is pronounced hay-ed. Magic! I love how words roll off the tongue. I love how if you say one word over and over it starts to sound funny. Try it! Choose a word and repeat it over and over. Funny, huh? I think I have A.D.D. and to top it off I think I'm dyslexic...Hey, did you hear about the dyslexic Atheist? He didn't believe in DOG. Lol! C'mon, that is hilarious! My boyfriend told me that one. I still giggle when I tell it. Actually, I haven't been officially diagnosed with either malady. But it would explain my short attention span to things I have no interest in hearing, learning, or knowing about. And my occasional misspelling...thank heaven for spellcheck. Too bad I can't have spell check in my li'l pea brain! Speaking of brains, mine is a gigantic storage unit for all kinds of useless trivia. Ask me who the 26th president of the United States was, *cricket*cricket*cricket... but ask me what Alice's boyfriend's name on the Brady Bunch from 1972 was, and ooh ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me! (It's Sam, btw) . I think it may be time for some Frosted Mini Wheats. See?? A.D.~ ooh, a ladybug!