TESTING YOUR BRAIN OR LACK THERE OF?

Someone sent this to me and I was rather thrilled to discover I do have a brain and at times it stills functions even if my spell check is rather useless on this entry.

Enjoy...at least I'm not ranting at the moment.

Test Your Brain





ALZHEIMERS' EYE TEST


Count every " F " in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE
SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI
FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

(SEE BELOW)


HOW MANY ?


WRONG, THERE ARE 6, no joke.
READ IT AGAIN !


Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's

before you scroll down.


The reasoning behind is further down.


The brain cannot process "OF".




Incredible or what? Go back and look again!!



Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go

is a genius.


Three is normal, four is quite rare.

Send this to your friends.
It will drive them crazy.
And keep them occupied
For several minutes..!



More Brain Stuff . . >From Cambridge University.

Olny srmat poelpe can raed this.


Cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg. The Phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,

It deosn't mttaer in what oredr the ltteers in a word are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is that the first and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it wouthit a porbelm.

This I s bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the word as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

I'm a CURMUDGEON

I've recently decided I'm a curmudgeon and I've also decided to become comfortable and proud of this condition. I'm almost 46 do I really still have to be a 'team player' when I've been on the team so long I could either be the bloody head coach or own the team? Do I 'have' to defer to 'youngsters' just out of college who think their degree beats out 26 years of experience? Do they really think they're my equal just because we're in the same profession? Don't 'I' deserve at least some respect for street cred, office cred, patient cred? Hell, yes!
Do I strut around like a diva, damn no. Have I ever...nay. Can I learn something from the youngster in question....yes. But shift the attitude, age does not equal a slow decaying of the brain cells (even if everything else seems to be drooping, wobbling and blurring at an unheard of speed.)
Yes, I've reached that age where I now utter those pathetic words, "I didn't do that when I was that age!" and "Kids, Teen-agers, Young-adults (insert appropriate term) are not like they used to be." Of course this is meant to mean they're disrespectful, lazy and arrogant and they are. Of course this also does not apply to ones own children who are gems, brilliant, creative, sparkling and different than the rest of the population...this should go without saying as it applies to anyone reading this.
Still, it seems unless I'm dealing with my patients one on one, my boss, one on one or my colleagues one on one, I'm ready to tear the roof off. Meaning...please don't make me sit through anything that remotely appears like an office meeting or a parent/teacher(s) conference. This will only inflame me for at least a week. I do not want to listen to some more BS (actually isn't it the same BS I heard at the last office meeting, the last conference, and the one before that?) that attempts to make 'you' sound intelligent and profound, which ultimately just turns into a bitch session anyway...like it did the last time and the time before, like it does every single time. I don't want to listen to you....because you don't want to listen to me...and I'm the only one there who knows what they're talking about! Why, or what has happened in my life where I feel like I'm always ranting?
What ever it is, let this be known, you don't have to be a young adult to be arrogant and flip. You can be 46 and a curmudgeon!

ORIGINAL OF THE SPECIES

Original of the Species

U2

Written for JoJo...but so much of it is true about my Christofer

Baby slow down

The end is not as fun as the start

Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

I'll give you everything you want

Except the thing that you want

You are the first one of your kind

And you feel like no one before

You steal right under my door

And I kneel 'cause I want you some more

I want the lot of what you got

and I want nothing that you're not

Everywhere you go you shout about it

You don't have to be shy about it

Some things you shouldn't get too good at

Like smiling, crying and celebrity

Some people got way too much confidence baby

I'll give you everything you want

Except the thing that you want

You are the first one of your kind

And you feel like no one before

You steal right under my door

I kneel 'cause I want you some more

I want the lot of what you got

And I want nothing that you're not

Everywhere you go you shout about it

You don't have to be shy about it, no

And you'll never be alone

What is this? I've been thinking quite a bit about my son Christofer this days for various reasons. (Certain friends can email me and I'll share.) This song is hanging in his room and my office. I'm not sure he quite gets why it's special to me? I love that it practically shouts "be who you are...I'll embrace you, I'll love you and I'll always know what is special about you."

Christofer rocks my world.

Reviewing,blogging,DSL, have what in common?

I'm beginning to believe that anyone who can create a blog should automatically be given college credits. Exactly what degree those credits should be related to I leave as a point of subjective discussion. I find it amazing to the point of stupidity how ten and twelve year olds can dominate the world of MySpace.com (and nooooooooo............I..........can't link that domain so it practically shines in startling, dazzling blue) when just adding a post for a 45 year old college graduate is enough to make me jump to my existing CV, edit it and add one of my pertinent skills as tyro venerated blogger given that I'm obtuse enough to see myself in such a vaporous shade of murky light! Blogging is dodgy enough. MySpace scares the crap out of me!

So, since I've been avoiding blogging, well, not true, essentially, I've been living an existence of annoyance. I've been annoyed by Verizon. Please in the future DON'T do maintenance work on my line. It was working perfectly until you decided to maintain it. Since then I've had the good fortune to be on the phone with tech support most days attempting to get it back to its un-maintained functional state. My boss was annoying me, then doesn't everyone's? We're all going on a bonus system. I don't know what the base line is (I guess that's not important information.) I don't know what the percentage is (I guess that's not important either, 1%, 10%...ehh, it's only money!) ~Shrug shoulders here -- insert goofy smile and hiccup~ All I know for sure is I'll be contributing the most since I'm the highest producer per hours worked BUT regardless I'll be collecting the least also because of the ratio of hours worked....go figure? There are days I'd rather talk to a tree....or perhaps in this case, the telephone pole where the maintenance work was done! Then there's the husband, but do I really want to go there? I'd like to pretend he's Bono but he doesn't have the spirit or Sean Bean...(new Sharpe episode, new Sharpe book....got Bean on the brain...not a bad thing ladies...I'd VOG but it doesn't come out?? So, insert VOG and raised eyebrows and snarky smirk!)...but he's not sexy enough so I just won't bother.

It is my blog so I can madly and infuriately switch subjects if I want to. I swear I hate reviewing books because I can't read what I want to read, on the other hand, I swear I love reviewing books because I end up reading books I'd never have read. It does make me sympathize on one level (the other level, the deadline one, the do it and shut-up, he gets no sympathy) with Christofer though. Lord, having to push yourself to read something that just isn't doing it for you and then of course being fair with your opinions. If all I did was review I know....quickly ..... I'd come to hate reading. Which is how our children must feel? Who wants to be told constantly what to read and worse have to pick it apart and analyze it? It's torture. Lucky for him he's finished his assigned reading and is happily running throught the last of his recent buying spree:
Down the Rabbit Hole -- Peter Abrahams
Rule of the Bone -- Russell Banks
The Da Vinci Code -- Dan Brown
All three books have brought him back to the brink of the excitement of the written word. It was also staggering to see how quickly he reads when he's reading for pleasure.
Reviewing..ahh, well, last quarter I had brilliant books:
Straight into Darkness -- Faye Kellerman
Scroll of Seduction -- ??? (Ask the Taminator, I sent it to her!)
Chiefs -- Stuart Woods
This quarter is a mixed bag. On the bright side, I managed to fit in The Book of the Dead (brilliant!!!!!!!) and Reliquary by Preston and Childs. And if anyone, namely T, has to ask, no I haven't read Relic either. I don't know how I missed them and I am reading them backwards but at this point in the cycle who cares...it's Pendergrast! I'm also looking forward to Jennifer Egan's The Keep.

Thanks to the blocmascot who had to tell me I had comments backed up waiting to approve....why...beats me....first post...didn't have too....second, shrug those shoulders again...third is anyone's guess....it's the mystery of My Blog?

Just Another Day

Today I just happen to be going insane learning my way around blogland (on my way to posting damn it I created another blog!) Who knew cyberdiaries were so complex. Who knew my mind was so darn linear! Who knew I was going to have to jump through hoops to keep Gillian happy (and I really, really want to keep Gillian happy...Should I tell you how long it took me to fix the comment page?) And she'll never leave or attempt to leave another comment again.

Now I have to attempts links. Nanci has already realized I've botched and bungled the 'comments' section already or I'd have emailed by now screaming for help with the links....Little did she realize in the time it should have taken to merely add the comment verification I've already written this once, and created an entirely new blog....Ladies when I screw up I do it in brilliant colors! I had written in my usual sarcastic tone that this could be my last post but I'm starting to realize, damn, I'm persistent...Slow, thick and linear and I've no idea why anyone would even want to read this nonsense but I'm still going to put in out there cos it's fun.

Regardless, most of don't need to share most of the nonsense we write so why do we. Essentially, it's like a huge email to the world or even better. It's like the dollar bill you wrote on when you were a kid and (roll eyes) you so stupidly thought someday it would land back in your hands. Except it's a really huge dollar bill we never have to hand over to a cashier but we keep sending it out there.

Funny, my first post on my 'other' blog was actually a rant and I hadn't meant to rant and now I'm rambling. I'm not sure which is more painful. Because I'm giggling like hell right now. I feel like I should be handing out dollar bills and I know Gillian (heavens...Gillian is going to be my blocmascot!) will be first in line.

And I should be working on links, except I have a birthday party to plan. My oldest prince is turning 13. The party is for him (nice of him to let his brother attend) and four of his friends and they'll be doing manly/boy things like foosball, supersoakers, skateboards, scooters -- all of this is meant to terrify his father. Foosball is inside...New carpet in the playroom, O, My God...They'll be wet....Those wet feet will touch the carpet....He is going to freak out all (bleeping) day. This much is true. Me, I planned, I watched, I took the day off. I'm shrugging my shoulders....mud comes out sooo easily.
I have to leave soon. I have to go and buy kites as party favors. My son's goal here is to...an you have to love this....fly em high or get all five of them tangled in the trees. Another reason for his father to kill him. He will be dead by Sunday, Bloody, Sunday....and I don't think *the boys* had this melee' in mind when they were writing that song??? Nay, he never gets in trouble in school.
OK, off to...buy kites, do links????

This bloc only serves as a function for my disjointed thoughts: so expect to be serenaded by thoughts on the books I've read, the people who've had an impact on my life, the fulfillment and excitement of my career, the sweet things in life no one takes the time to aknowlege and the sheer curiosity of life my children bring out in me.
I foresee myself seething about: the books I've read , public education, my job (regardless of how much I love it....it still can cause moments when I'm foaming at the mouth....O, I'm a dental hygienist, BTW), and the everyday small stuff that I do sweat...because the big stuff is much easier to handle!

I'm in my forties and I love it. I've two great boys. I've a husband...'nough said there, most of the time. I live in New England. I a-d-o-r-e England! I read. I'm hooked on Project Runway and American Idol. I still miss Sex and the City. Small English movies are wonders....Lord of the Rings ruled my life for years but must admit I'm a bit weary of it now....but the book...sigh, what a book.

So, now that you know me, won't be reading me...you can dismiss me and move on to the next blog!