Famous Last Words

Wishing for Adult-Onset Organizational Skills

I will admit that one of my reasons for returning to blogging was to create a sort of virtual filing system for all the information I stumble upon, vow I'm going to remember, and promptly forget.

For instance, I'm forever reading book reviews and thinking: I want that book! A smart person would log the title in her PDA, but I'm always sure I'll remember. (I don't own a PDA by the way, much too Type A for my tastes.) But by the time I actually make it to the bookstore, all I can come up with is some weak description like: Well, I know the main character was a journalist. Not particularly helpful with seasonal bookstore help who are only there so they can buy cheap Manga. Sooo ... I'm thinking if I blog about something I want to read, see, do or buy, I'll have a ready reference guide.

I want to be more like my friend Shawn -- the best blogger I personally know (check out everythingandnothing.typepad.com/). Shawn almagamates. I love her  links to interesting items from catalog must-haves to fun personality tests. And I envision doing that myself. Unfortunately, I'm of the age that wasn't weaned on a computer and I'm still working out the kinks on how to link items.

Until I get it figured out, I'll be that woman wandering dazed and confused through Borders hoping I stumble on something I want to read.

Deja View

I am married to the world's most nostalgic man.

On the down side, that means we watch the same movies over and over, have been on the same family vacation for 20 years and our home is cluttered with sentimental items he MUST save i.e. Happy Meal toys, children's games and even ticket stubs from various sporting events.

On the plus side, this makes him the natural archivist for all the family history I unfortunately have forgotten. And I hope it means that when I'm a wrinkled 80-year-old he'll look at me with the fond eyes of someone who finds comfort in the familiar.

You just got to love a man who won't leave you when the new wears off.

Why famous last words?

Because that phrase pops up in our house so frequently it has now been shortened to FLW. For instance, when someone (OK, my 16-year-old son) says there's no way this ball is going to break that window, my husband and I just look at each other and chime: FLW. Somehow it takes the edge off all the calamities that are just around the corner.