In the past few years, I have become increasingly forgetful. I leave my keys at the library or I call my kid by the dog's name or I go to the grocery store for dish soap and return with a bunch of bananas, a container of sour cream and a box of fish sticks.
The supportive people in my life say this is common for working parents with two small children, especially those of us who glom hobbies and a social life atop the already heaping plate.
Regardless of why it's happening, I can't stand spaciness. I spent years of my life killing brain cells on a regular basis, and yet, never once did I stand in the middle of my living room like I did today, scratching my head and wondering where I put my shoes.
A while ago, a friend recommended I start taking ginkgo biloba. I have done a little research and am considering it, but I hesitate to add it to my already-bloated grocery bill every month. So, I am wondering if anyone has tried ginkgo biloba, and if it improved your memory and / or attentiveness?
I really believe most of my problem is rooted in too much multi-tasking, and I am trying very hard not to do it as often. But if a plant can help, too, then it's worth the monetary investment. Assuming, of course, I can find my wallet.
I update my status on Facebook about every other day, and when I do, it always strikes me that what I’m really doing -- despite what I’m typing -- is F-ing around on Facebook.
It's fun to think of creative ways to say what I was doing, will soon be doing or wish I was doing. There's the honest, humdrum status update "Molly is making dinner for her family" to the overused, clever status update "Molly is." to the TMI update "Molly is pooping."
However, status updates are nothing more than another way to communicate something about us to our cyber friends. It has nothing to do with what we're actually doing, otherwise everyone’s update would simply be "typing" or "updating my Facebook status."
Indeed, I have some fine memories from this weekend. I won the OnMilwaukee.com costume contest. I made an altar honoring my grandparents for Day of the Dead. A gnome nuzzled my bosom at a Halloween party at The Mad Planet.
But the story that I will tell for years to come from this weekend revolves around my 6-year-old son. While trick-or-treating in our neighborhood on Friday night, he received a massive jawbreaker wrapped in plastic.
"Look, Mom!" he squealed with delight. "I got a choking hazard!"