April 8, 2010

GOO: Not to be confused with GUNK

I am very forgetful.

I ALWAYS have a pen and notebook on me, because if I don't write it down, I will lose it.




The worst is when I KNOW I've forgotten something, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is.

Isn't that the worst feeling ever? I mean, what if the people that were researching cancer figured it out and THEN FORGOT.

Not that I'm going around curing anything, I'm just saying, it's annoying.

Even more annoying are the half-notes to myself.

It's like I'm speaking in secret code, except that nobody knows the code, so it comes out gibberish.

The reason I'm telling you this is because you should see the drafts I start. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT.

This is why I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kind of blogger. I know that people schedule their posts out weeks in advance. And I have done it before. But it's no fun.

I mean, PLANNING to be RANDOM is not really random at all, is it?

In other news, I cleaned out my car today because it was disgusting.

I 100% blame the children.

I had to scrape GOO out of cup holders. And I'm not talking a little gunk, I'm talking straight up GOO. At least an inch thick. It was nasty. I literally shuddered, and not in a good way.

I was shocked and very extremely disgusted because everything else around me is pretty clean. (OCD does have it's good points.)

I mean, I'm in that beast of a car Every. Stinking. Day. and I didn't know that there was GOO.



  1. Oh the GOO! My word. I did the same cleaning thing recently (same wave length, we are on me thinks) and my cup holders in the back had MAJOR nasty goo.

    I hate goo. It's totally nasty gross.

  2. Goo, Goo, Goo. I wonder what it is. Crackers and water? Melted fruit snacks and diluted apple juice? Whatever the formulation, it's gross.

  3. You could totally cure cancer. :)

    Oh, and struggling to remember things forgotten? Daily occurance over here. I have lists all over the place...and a dry erase board. Boarderline crazy. Ha ha!

  4. I am sooo the same way!
    I need to start keeping a notebook with me.
    I have taken up calling or texting my hubby immediately when I have a thought, so I give him the responsibility of remembering for me.
    Poor, poor man...it's the beginning of him having to deal with my increasing dimentia.

  5. Yes we have goo in our nooks and crannies too. In the car that is. I mean we do bathe. Eventually.

  6. It would be nice, to have the children grown...and not find GOO in the car. But dang...my children are grown, and there is still Goo:-( Grown sons produce Goo & huge collections of cups, and bowls, and plates, and trash - yuck! Not sure about the grown daughters, as the grown sons so gross them out, that they leave home.

  7. Maybe if you posted some of your gibberish notes we could help you decipher them, or at least laugh at them with you, or come up with our own interesting interpretations.

  8. I think my children must have snuck into the back of your car because we have goo, too. I blame my children.