Let’s do the time warp again
Lately, I’ve noticed that I can’t seem to remember what day it is. I’m finding that the only way I can keep it semi-straight on about 4 of the weekdays is by what TV show was on the night before, or what will be on that night.
Tuesday is NCIS, Thursday is Survivor and all the other days just fall in relation to those two days.
Example: Wednesday morning I think to myself “Well, I know it is Wednesday, because I watched NCIS last night.”
I believe I’ve mentioned to you how terrible I am at keeping the year straight and how long I’ve been married.
Just the other day, I was convinced that I was 33 (I’m 31) and couldn’t figure out why a long lost friend from my year in high school was talking about what it was like turning 30 last year. I kept thinking “Was she always that much younger? Did her parents put her into school early and I just forgot about that? Why wouldn’t I know that? Why do I remember that we all got our driver’s licenses the same year?”
*sigh*
I had another run-in, on 9/22/05 when I specifically went over the calendar to check the date. I wanted to be certain to write down the correct date in my lab notebook and on all of my materials for the day.
But did I write 9.22.05 on everything? Oh NO! I wrote 9.20.05 on everything.
And WHEN did I realize it? When I was on a bus the next morning and there was a digital thing at the front of the bus saying “Today is 9/23/05.”
Doh!
To top it off this whole date thing, HB and I were discussing his multiple weeks of unused vacation time and I told him that he needed to remember to save some for our high school reunion next year.
His email response: You mean our 15 year reunion that will take place in 2007?
Just call me – Chagrined.
I guess I was mixing it up with my 10 year college reunion that is next year. I KNEW there was a reunion next year! Nevermind which one it is.
*sigh*
You know what this means, right? This means that if I’m ever in an accident and the EMTs try to assess my mental state by asking me what day it is, how old I am, or even what YEAR it is, that upon hearing my answers they will immediately conclude
“suffers from neurological damage and dementia.”
SeaQueen says:
I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one. Danielle, take it as a sign that you’re ready to be an absentminded professor, for that alone you should be handed your Ph.D. immediately
Ern says:
Definitely a sign of early-onset senility! J/K! If you tell the EMT, well, I watched NCIS last night, so I know it’s Wednesday! He will know you are OK. Eccentric, but OK! I like eccentric, it makes for a good blog read.
HB says:
And then there was the time you were telling people we had been married for 13 years, or something like that.
That would have made us married at around age 16 or so — which although we did get married in Kentucky, we weren’t 16
Amber says:
Oh no!! It must be working on the sections that has been freezing your brain, letting it melt when you are done, and then it drips out of your nose! Don’t let that brain get away, girl!
Don’t worry. I, too, suffer from such dilemmas. Mine, however, are much more concerned with time, and not so much dates.
Like I thought my doctor appointment was at 4:10 the other day. And I kept thinking, “4:10?? Why did I schedule my appointment for 4:10? I usually do them in the morning! ”
It was really “11:40″.
Duh. Good thing they call me the day before to remind me the REAL time.
Oh, yes, and an email will be on your way. Soon.
And thanks so much!!
[sitting with good book]
Danielle says:
HB! I said No Such Thing! ;-p”
I may have told people 6 or 7 when it was really 5, or 8 when it was really 6, but I’ve Never gone over 10.
I know we haven’t had our 10th anniversary. Dorky. Believe you me, I know we haven’t gone to Hawaii yet.
I may have told people that we’d been toGETHer for 13 years (when it was 12), but I’ve not gotten That confused.
Corn-fuse-ed.
You are a big D.O.R.K.
And I love you. ;-*
Danielle says:
SeaQueen, I like the sound of that! *holding out hand*
Ern, I can handle eccentric. I usually think of crazy cat ladies wearing crocheted sweaters when I think of ecccentric, but well, *looking down at clothes*….
*whew*
No crocheted sweaters today, thank goodness, guess I left that one in the closet.
Amber, those day before phone calls have saved me a number of times. I’m always glad when places do that.
LadyBug says:
Umm, no crocheted sweaters, maybe, but do we need to bring up your SOCK collection, Danielle? ;o)
And hey, I lose track of the days, too, especially during particularly busy weeks. And I caught myself writing “7″ (for the month) instead of “9″ in my check register just the other day.
In other words: You’re not alone.
Christie says:
I can never remember what day it is.
Today feels like Tuesday, even though it’s Monday.
Ugh
Squirl says:
I get the days of the week mixed up sometimes. I don’t watch TV so I don’t get that lucky little clue. Crap!
Trainwreck says:
I typically know the day, not the date. I usually end up remembering one important date (my anchor date) in the month, when a meeting or a birthday occurred, and count forward (or backward) from there to every other day.
– hmm, September 14th was my birthday, and that was a Wednesday, and today is Tuesday almost two weeks later, so it must be…….7 (for a week) + 6 (for wed to tue) = 13 + the 14th = 27….so Today is Tuesday the 27th. I have NO idea why this is easier than just remembering the date. In fact, I am almost sure it is not easier, but it is more reliable
.
Squirl says:
You’re going to make me have to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show again.
Danielle says:
Happy Belated Birthday, Trainwreck!!!
I had no idea you had your birthday recently! Just call me a poopy future sister-in-law.
um, your method of getting the date seems, well, like WORK. But it certainly beats my method of looking at the calendar, which is obviously flawed.