organized chaos

It seems that I write alot about my brain.  I’ll admit, it is a source of fascination for me.  My blog stats has a nifty little tool to see search terms that people have looked up, then found my blog. 

Things like clogs, shower hair catchers, ammonia and bleach, bossy women I’m sick of them.  I’m serious.  These are real.  It’s almost like they were destined to find my blog.  And of course I’ve had many people stop by after searching for pictures of the brain and symptoms of a mini stroke.  I often wonder what a shock these people get when they are probably looking for some serious info and find this instead.

So I was blogging earlier and sometimes it is so hard for me to string a few words together.  Especially when gremlins are bent on tormenting me with repeated questions that I’ve already said no about over and over.

Jackelope came up to me one of these times and instead of a repeated question, he asked this:

Jackelope: Is your brain spinning right now?

Me: *after the shock subsided* Why yes, Jackelope, my brain is in fact spinning right now.