My brain has paused

for station identification.

Besides life being the usual hectic thing, I had a migraine Saturday and Sunday that has caused my life to pause.

It always takes at least a day to get back into the swing of things after a migraine, but this one really did me in.

I'm still having a little problem with my vision. I'm also just getting over dropping everything, switching words around and forgetting words that I typically use.

But, I'm hoping that today things will get more back to normal. . . or at least my defitinion of normal.

Last night, Scott was talking to Trina on the phone about her lawn mower. I know, facinating stuff. I was playing a game on Bob and half-ass listening to his side of the conversation. Since I don't like to talk on the phone, I typically relay information thru him when he's on the phone to someone so that I don't have to get on the phone.

Well, Scott said something about it not being easy to remember things and it had something to do with living with me. I filed that in the back of my brain . . . not really thinking that it would come back up.

But, this morning it did . . . in a weird way. So, I decided to look online to find ways to make working more efficient. Since I have an email inbox, a physical inbox, multiple stacks of paper on my desk, stuff on my printer that I have printed out to remind me of things to do, my handwritten to do list and reminders on my Outlook . . .things get a little hairy. How best to handle it? Let's ignore all of them and surf the internet to figure out how to deal with them. Long live the Queen of Procrastination, huh?

I ran across some interesting things under Zen Habits. That led me to look at something else and then read yet something else. Then, something struck home. The guy talked about not being able to filter things properly. In other words, he was so busy "logging" things that he wanted to remember, that he logged things he didn't need to or forgot why he thought he would be interested in them.

Anyone who knows me well knows that there is no filter between my brain and my mouth. What I think comes out . . . unfortunately. If you want an honest opinion, I'm the person to ask.

But, that's not where I was going with this. I can't filter out information that I don't need or recall it later when I DO need it. I have no spam filter on my brain.

For instance, last week, I was reading Reader's Digest (yes, I'm an old woman at heart) and found an article about saving money. It included lots of tips including several websites where you can get great coupons or coupon codes. I keep meaning to pull those websites out of the article and mark them as favorites in Bob. But, I never seem to get that far.

Yesterday, I decided that I need diapers. Since I ordered from diapers.com last time and was really happy (free shipping, they came the next day and $10 off my order) I decided I would do it again.

Alas, my code doesn't work since I'm not a first time shopper. Didn't I get a code to use earler this month via email as a returning customer? I think I did . . . but I can't find it. I then spent the next 30 minutes trying to find a code that WOULD work. I could have driven to Sam's Club and bought the damn things by now. But, my mind is convinced that I should be getting them delivered to me and delivery should be free.

See what I mean? There's so much stuff floating around that I can't sort it out. Last night I had a moment of inspiration. I need a little notebook to put in my purse to write things down . . . wait a minute, I have one . . .


Where was I going with this?