I hate my memory. It never serves me well. I can't remember names. I can't remember places. I can't remember how to get to the places that I can't remember. I can't remember so many things I am supposed to do.
Jamey got me a crackberry (I mean blackberry) in order to help me stay organized and to keep track of appointments and all that kind of stuff. Except I forget lots of times to put them in the crackberry. So then I still forget. Our friend Richard once said that blackberries are really only good tools for people who are already organized. I believe it and wholly concur.
When I do remember to actually add something to my calendar, it is at least helpful to have the crackberry because it will remind me. Twice. I have to be reminded the day before and an hour before or I still might forget. That is how bad my memory is.
And so I'm really serious when I sit here and say I had something really cool I was going to write about today and now I can't even remember what it was. How sad is that? Instead because I can't think of anything else (I blame the continuing vertigo on my inability to concentrate properly), I have to write about my poor memory.
What was even worse was when I got pregnant with Joshua, my memory really went haywire. And it has permanently stayed that way. I think having a child is a bit to blame (not that I would change anything), because now, not only do I have to remember a bunch of stuff for myself, I have to remember a bunch of stuff for Joshua too. My brain can only hold so much. So a bunch of it falls to the wayside.
I will say it is hardly ever something for Joshua that I forget. I put all his stuff in front of my stuff all the time. For instance, he had a dentist appointment this morning. I made sure that he was there - early even. But did I remember my dentist appointment last week? Nooooo. And if Joshua asks me where a toy is, or where one of his stuffed animals is, or did I remember to get him yogurt at the grocery store, I can almost always remember. But can I find my keys? Or my cell phone? Or my favorite shirt? Noooooo.
My brain picks the craziest things to remember. When I pull out Christmas decorations each year, I can tell you where we got it or who gave it to us, and probably even when it was given to us if it was a gift. I can still remember what things in our home were wedding gifts and who gave them to us. I can tell you where all of Joshua's toys came from and how old he was when he got them. But I can't remember that I have a haircut on Saturday even though I have a crackberry with the appointment on it. (I really do have one and I can't wait. I am sick of my hair. The reason I know it is on Saturday is because I thought I'd look at the above mentioned crackberry since I started writing about my poor memory. Plus they called with a reminder this morning).
So maybe one day, once this vertigo finally clears up, maybe I will try to find a way to work on my memory. Or maybe I won't. Cos I'll probably forget!