Don't you hate it when. . .

-you go to work in the morning and it's sunny and nice and you come home at the end of the day and it's pouring down rain and you did not bring your umbrella?

-you sit in a meeting for 40 minutes then go to the bathroom, look in the mirror and realize you've had a boog hangin in your nose the whole time?

-you get all comfy on your couch to watch your favorite show and your best friend calls and you miss half the show talking to him?

-what you think is a fart turns out to be a Hershey squirt?

-you leave popcorn in the microwave too long and it burns?

-the mood is right, the porn is hot, the lube is wet, you jerk and jerk and jerk and you just can't cum?

-there is nothing on TV to watch even though you have over 300 channels?

-you've read 47 pages of a 208 page novel and you have no idea what the story is about?

-you get a pubic hair at the back of your throat and you feel it for hours after sex?

I hate when that happens.

This morning I was reading a post on Looking For Sam about memory. He mentioned whether his memory was real or was it triggered by the images he saw in a photograph. It made me think of things that trigger memories I have. Many of my memories are triggered by smells. If you haven't read his post, you might find it interesting.

I was born outside of Paris and lived there for almost my entire first year of life. My mother would wheel my twin brother and I down to the local market almost everyday to buy the daily groceries. I don't actually remember these events but what I do remember is smelling the freshly baked bread. I was only around 10 months old at the time I left France but today the smell of freshly baked bread always makes me think of being wheeled to the store. To this day I love the smell of freshly baked bread.

Today I was taking my recycling to the basement of my building when I walked by one of the custodian's closets. Wafting out of the cracked open door was the distinct smell of a specific cleaning fluid. I have no idea what the fluid was or what it's called but I instantly got a picture of my dentist's office in my mind. Right after the smell registered in my mind and the picture was formed, I generated a frown on my face. I hate going to the dentist so this would be an appropriate reaction to the memory the smell produced.

Another aroma that triggers some pretty strong memories is cologne. I have found myself on more then one occasion buying cologne that ex boyfriend's once used (just last week). The cologne doesn't smell the same on me that it smelled on them of course but the distinct bouquet that is produced by the cologne brings back the memories, the good times, the love, the intimacy. Fortunately, these same aromas don't remind of the bad times or the endings. One of my more recent ex's used to put lotion on after a shower. When I smell that lotion now I only think of him.

Of course smells aren't the only thing that triggers memories. Songs I hear, places I go, TV shows I watch, books I see on my shelf…all of these things bring back fond memories. At the same time though, they can bring back other memories. And that's okay. Our minds are full of memories, both bad and good. Every event we engage in produces some kind of memory. We'll have them forever and they will be triggered at one time or another by some force.

My back is killing me! Thursday night I went to pick up a stack of books and turned just the wrong way and my back went out. Well, not actually out but the muscles tensed up and I've been in pain ever since. It doesn't hurt too much when I'm standing up or walking or laying down on my side but when I sit or go to stand up or bend whatsoever, the muscles tense and it hurts like hell! I've had a heating pad on it as much as I can and I'm taking Momentum (an over the counter pain pill for your back). This happens to me every once in awhile. It just takes a few days of being careful when bending over and taking it easy. It'll go away soon I hope. I was going to go bike riding this morning but there is no way I could have bend over while riding. When I could hardly get out of bed this morning, I decided I would not be going for a bike ride.

He's coming over for dinner tonight. I'm making some kind of chicken dish out of a box (well, it didn't come with chicken). I'm NOT a cook. But this I can make. We're going to go shopping and then watch a movie. Should be a low key evening.

1 large apple martini + 4 1/2 slices of pepperoni pizza + half a pack of smokes + constant worry thinking mind activity = sleepless night.

When I was in high school there was an urban legend or rumor going around that there was a little town in some woods that had not been developed. At that time there were lots of areas that hadn't be developed. The little town was supposed to be a bunch of small houses built for little people who had left the circus for a place to retire. Of course I never believed it. I can remember driving around late on a Saturday night with a bunch of friends and several beers trying to find the Little Town. It wasn't until my senior year that we actually happened upon the little town. It was dark and we were a little on the drunk side (it wasn't as bad then to drink and drive as it is now) but we were able to actually see about a half dozen tiny little houses. The houses couldn't have been more then 10 feet tall. All the doors and windows were tiny. Just the right size for little people. It was pretty amazing to see. The legend was true!

This morning while running some errands I decided to take the back roads home because at that time of the morning the traffic was still awful on the main roads. So I decided to drive through the area where I remember the little town used to be. The area is basically at the end of a housing development. It's a big chunk of woods with just one road through it. It's not really a town as it is more of a cluster of houses. I was able to find it easily on my home this morning. Almost all the little houses are still there, however, it looks as though no one lives there anymore. All the houses are really run down and a few boarded up. This small piece of land had escaped the developers over the years I thought. But as I got to the end of the road I saw a bulldozer parked and a few huge piles of dirt. I guess little town has finally died and will be replaced with McMansions. Sad to see it go. I guess the legend is gone. Funny thing is back in high school and even today, I never saw any little people. Just little houses.