tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post2443611874644394344..comments2010-04-15T09:02:42.121-07:00Comments on My Series of Blonde Moments: I remembered the Trash today...Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2950979903871748372009-02-17T08:40:00.000-08:002009-02-17T08:40:00.000-08:00Atta girl for taking out the trash, one of my leas...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.<BR/>Auntie BarbMUDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210979052443058111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-27934286900551474652009-02-16T10:39:00.000-08:002009-02-16T10:39:00.000-08:00Don't be so hard on yourself! The bad memory runs ...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!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15672305208408732209noreply@blogger.com