I was going to write a great article here.  Really, I was.  It was going to be insightful, anecdotal, and timely.  You woulda’ loved it.  I might have even gotten a raise.

But shucks, I can’t remember what I was going to say.  I had it all mapped out in my head, and then poof.  Vamoosch, goodbye concept.

Call it mommy brain.  Call it midlife.  Whatever you call it, I won’t remember anyway.  Maybe it’s overload.  Sometimes my brain feels like the University of Useless Facts.
But what’s fascinating to me, is what my children remember, what they retain, on a daily basis, from school. 

My youngest daughter can diagram a plant, down to the roots beneath the soil, and use big words like photosynthesis and carbon dioxide.  She can remember what president was born in a log cabin, and which hero led the underground railroad.

Ah youth.  What’s really interesting is how the brain stores info, only not what you want it to store.  I teach some fitness classes in my community a few mornings a week.  It’s a small, close knit group, laced with ease and familiarity.  Recently, we’ve somehow gotten in a trivia groove, trying to shake things up, break the monotony.

I have a student that could win a Rosie O’Donnell trivia smack down.  Challenge her to a dual re 70’s sitcoms, and she’ll tell you the name of the hang out that Jack and his buddy (see, I can’t remember the buddy’s name now)  in Three’s Company in two seconds flat (Reagle Beagle)

We take great, (though a trifle sadistic) pleasure in holding, or continuing a challenge until the correct answer is yelled out by a student in class.  What was the name of the manager in the Partridge Family?  (Rueben Kincaid)  What was the name of Darren’s boss in Bewitched?  (Larry Tate!)  And Samantha Stevens mother?  (Endora)

Interestingly, I’m a 70s trivia bad ass, but not so much the 80s.  This tells me age, or youth, or young brain, is somehow at play here.  How come I can remember the name of Alice, the waitress at Mel’s diner, best buds name, (Flo)  but have a hard time remembering that we are out of olive oil, or peanut butter? 

I’d say more, if I could think of anything.  If I remember, I’ll come back later.