Monday, February 16, 2009
I remembered the Trash today...
I actually remembered to take the trash out this morning, which, as many of you know, is a HUGE feat! Whenever my house master works on Mondays, it becomes MY responsibility to roll the can to the street for pick up before I leave in the morning. 9/10 times, I don't remember to do it (I'm ashamed). However, yesterday, when I returned home from Lawrence, I'm happy to say that I put away the dishes (she has new glass wear I noticed), took out the trash, and...well...just chilled all day with the 20 pound cat of mine. Forget about the chilling part and focus on the BIG PICTURE people: I TOOK OUT THE TRASH!!! :) Now, all I gotta do is remember to scoop the cat box today when I get home after a 13 hour work day! Woohoo!
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Don't be so hard on yourself! The bad memory runs in the family. I had this same talk with Grandma Petty the other day. It's not just old age or beer pong or the other ways to abuse your brain;) It's genetic! Go ahead...ask me where my glasses are??? I have no idea!Ha!Ha! They're on my head!
Atta girl for taking out the trash, one of my least favorite things to do. There is something to be said for Amy's comment. There seems to be a genetic link to many brain conditions we attribute to other things. Sometime read Change Your Brain, Change Your Life by Daniel G. Amens. Our family trees(including mine) have lots of interesting nuts on the them. Incidentally I love nuts.
Auntie Barb
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