Brainfarts, it isn’t a very appealing word is it? They are a very appeal experience either. To me, a brain art is when there is something, some little fact or knowledge or act that you know how to do, or you should know how to do and you don’t. It is like that sector in your memory bank has suddenly become unavailable to be accessed. If you are anything like me, then the knowledge eclipsed by the brainfart will suddenly and somewhat miraculously appear at the most inopportune time and come spurting from your mouth leaving a look of bewilderment on the faces of everyone nearby you.

What, like that has never happened to you?

It seems like it is happening more and more often to me, some people say it is linked to stress. I can believe that, the amount of stress in our day to day lives isn’t diminishing, if anything with the accessibility we have to constantly be “available” whenever whoever needs us makes us feel that our precious downtime could be interrupted and absconded with at any moment.

So how do we battle this brainfart phenomenon? The hell if I know, if I had those answers do you think I would be righting this blog? I do expect there to be teams of talented and possibly slightly inebriated scientist working on this at some ivy covered university in the very near future. Still, that doesn’t help you and me in the present does it?

Oh! I’ve got it. We can….

Damn, you guessed it…BRAINFART.

I hope I made you smile, have a great day!



Cue the Music

I hate when I lose the music. Music soothes the distraught little girl in me. You know the child, the one who has lost so many things? The one that refuses to lose anything else but is so small that it really isn‘t up to her?

Everyone needs theme music. One of my favorite author’s gives one of her characters the song Short Skirt, Long Jacket by Cake as her theme song. It makes me want my own themesong. I don’t know what it would be. If I was walking out to the ring and about to go into the battle of my life, what music would inspire me to do my best? What would help rally me back to my feet before the referee count to 10 and calls for the ringing bell?

I have lots of favorites. They go from what I call stripper music to girl power, melancholy melodies to metal mayhem, most anything by Waylon, George, Gary, Steven and Joe or my Daves of Rock Guitars.

I first turned off the music because I was listening to the radio 24/7 and I was picking out the patterns in the play lists. When I noticed how frequently I was predicting the next song and the ads were getting on my nerves I switched to my ipod. I should be embarrassed to say that I have an old 2nd generation iPod Touch that only works when it is docked in my bedside alarm clock/radio. I don’t spend money on gadgets like that, I’m not a big fan of any company that puts out things with a predestined expiration date. Maybe it is my country background that makes me like things that can be adapted or changed, repaired and revived.

The thing about the music on that device, I can’t switch it out due to the only way it works. I usually keep the music I live to on my blackberry sd card and update it. My Blackberry is what I take with me everywhere, what I listen to when I’m out and about dealing with my day. My beloved Bold is on it’s last legs, the micro sd card had to go the way of the white buffalo in order to increase it’s longevity until the new Classic came out to AT&T wireless customers. They finally announced when it would hit the retail stores and now despite the low low price of $50 and a 2 year contract, I’m not sure it is worth having the music back that much to me, even at that bargain. This is how far I have fallen and how faded the music has become in my life.

I use to give my mother hell about singing in the kitchen, or about writing in notebooks. I didn’t understand. When she was happy she would sing. I should have let her sing more often, and now I can’t sing without feeling guilt. My blogs are my versions of notebook writings, although I have some of the old pen/paper ones around the house as well. So, am I becoming my mother? Will depression cause me to stop fighting? I find myself in the fight of my life, or is it my livelihood? Either way, I can’t afford to lose but for some reason I can’t see how I can win.

So that is why I have decided what I need is that theme music…that song that will be the proverbial kick in my ass and make me jump to my feet and be ready for battle.

Despite the glorious Ms. Gaynor’s dislike for this particular version I happen to think the front runner is:

I Will Survive- Cake