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Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder.
Somehow I feel better, even though I have it!!
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Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside
so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.

I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.

Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

the car isn't washed

the bills aren't paid

there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

the flowers don't have enough water,

there is still only 1 check in my check book,

I can't find the remote,

I can't find my glasses,

and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....

Do me a favor.

Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.

Cheers, Vince

Hummmm....Something like "I'm lost...I've gone to find myself...If I should return before I get back...Please have me wait..."

Now where was I...??

You are in MO.... I think, but then again, I really do not know, cause I can't remember, at least I don't think I can remember,...... uh, what was that we were talking about, anyway.

Where are my glasses? Oh, here on my face....... Zzzzzzzz nap time.
Ed

I was going to give myself a call to find out where the heck I am, but figured I wouldn't answer anyway and then realized that I can't find my cell phone on top of it.

if you found it what would you call yourself??? hmmmm

Yeah, but then I probably wouldn't answer anyway, cuz I know what I'd want to talk about and I don't really want to talk about that.

I think I need an asprin...Make that two...

good luck finding 'em

Got'em right here...

I called my cell phone looking for my cell phone the other day but dang it the line was busy. Guess I should use the house phone next time.

huh............ !

It's a california thing. 1895zz...A california thing...

Oh........ OK?????????

Bushmaster wrote:

It's a california thing. 1895zz...A california thing...

That I will say is a California thing or more of a blond thing I think. Which well since I'm not blond any more (lost the bottle) guess it's the California thing. Dang what was I going to say. ........... Oh ya it was bad day and well it's a California thing. I live to close to so-cal I guess.

I work alone at work most of the time so I have time to "ponder" things and I have come up the facts of my life.
I have conversations with myself because I am the only one who cares about what I am talking and I am the only one who even knows what it was I was talking about in the first place and I am the only one who can give me anything remotely resembling a correct answer. So why in the world would I want to talk to anyone ELSE???