a new brain

Perhaps you've noticed something about my recent posts.

They're lame.

As in, took me little effort, thought, time, whathaveyou.

There's a reason for this.

I need a new brain.

I have turned into an absolute space cadet, and I blame it all on the you-know-what. It happens, it really does. Is it some sort of osmosis-y thing where I need to literally transfer my brain powers to the baby? I'm not sure, but I wouldn't doubt it.

I don't remember a dang thing, words included. If you hear me ask for a thing which you use...to...dig...food, know that I mean a spoon. A few weeks ago I was discussing cell phones with my friend El Peartree and I mentioned that Darin got a new cell phone that I thought was, "more, uh...you know...than his previous phone...it's...well, it doesn't, like...break...so much." A few minutes after the conversation had ended, I yelled out, "DURABLE! It's more durable than the other phone!" So please be patient and know that I will eventually think of the...uh, word. Maybe.

Also, I don't quite grasp that things are happening around me, I'm kind of in auto-mode, and I'm just waiting to mess something up royally. Like carpool. It almost happened last week. Sort of. But no big deal. I have understanding friends.

My mind is also extremely short-term. I mean, I'm no Courtney Love (are you out there, Courtney???), but I don't concentrate very well. At all. Moreso than usual.

Brain Damage.

My attention span is shortshortsho-huh? I'm finding myself fascinated with the latest flavor of Baby Crack that is Wow-Wow-Wubbzy!, and that's PATHETIC.

I was able to get a break, though, on Tuesday, when the YW Pres, Kitty, and I went up to Salt Lake to get some training from the General YW Presidency. May I just tell you? -- I LOVE learning the gospel when it comes unfiltered from the top. I find that my biggest -- and only -- struggles with church (organization, operations, HR, etc.) come from the "adding unto" (thanks, cjane's dad) that come as the authority is trickled down. Any how, on this day, Tuesday, when I was at the Open House, I was blessed to have my mind in a place where it needed to be, where I could concentrate and retain, and where I was reminded of how blessed I feel to be serving this choice generation of girls who are struggling so badly with Identity, Worthiness, and Support (Sister Tanner's words). It's a matter of reminding and re-reminding them of their divine nature and potential. I love the assignment, the challenge, the girls in my class. And it's excellent training for dealing with, you know, my own girls.

Other truths I learned on Tuesday:
~Kitty is afraid of birds.
~Sue gets to walk down West Temple some days - I thought she just had to sit in Provo.
~I'm going to hire a cleaning lady.
~Tai Pan Trading Company.

Also, my husband is taking his last class-class (still lots of research & writing that needs to be done) for his doctorate, and he has a new best friend from class and they study together and they will get these degrees, dangit! Wanna see what my husband's new best friend from school can do?