Train of thought

Sometimes I really wonder if there is something wrong with me because I often can't think of the words I'm trying to say. I rationalize that my brain is just too full, and I hope that is really all that it is. I've joked to Mike that I have "Paula Abdul syndrome" You know how she sounds (like she has no idea what she is talking about), that's how I feel I sound most of the time. Jonathan and Madi and I just studied more about the brain today and we discussed how keeping it active is good for you. We did a very fun activity that I remember from a college class on learning (it was in our science book--God's Design for the Human Body). Take 6 index cards (we used 18--6 each) and write the names of colors in different colored markers (don't use the same color as the color word). We timed each other reading the words and then timed each other again saying the color of each word. It is much easier to read the word than it is to say the color because your brain automatically reads the word (we were just talking about this very thing at the park yesterday). Ahh... the park yesterday where we found out one friend had gotten SHOT (literally) (like a Beebee in the arm) while at her daughter's soccer game, and where we learned the friend from PE who had fallen during basketball broke both of her wrists. What a day! Today, basically everyone who we had plans with called to cancel because of sickness, or broken wrists, or something. I'm tired of sickness, I'm tired of talking about it. I'm tired of the swine flu media, I'm tired...and I'm cranky! You know how sometimes you just feel so good about the human race and you love everyone and it is all so rosy? Well, this is not one of those times for me. You know how you try so hard to teach your kids to keep their commitments (like reading the bookclub book, or dressing as an athlete for sports night at AWANA), and you really try to make a point about "doing it right"...only to get to AWANA for example to find that almost no one is dressed as an athlete...even most of the teachers didn't remember it was sports night. If I were really good, however, I'd be there volunteering and I'd be one of the teachers who remembered, but I'm not really good so I'm going to just be cranky and blog about it. I could go on and on, but no one really wants to hear it (I wouldn't blame you if you haven't read up to this point), if I were a blog-post-deleter I might delete this, but I'm not so I won't.