Anybody Home?...

What year is it? Oh, yeah, we're still in 2012, but it's been a while. I was reminded of that fact today by a customer who came into the store and told me how she missed my blog entries. I hung my head and mumbled some nonsense and offered up the most feeble excuse. Truth be told, my brain is turning into mush. I should already know this because my daughter manages to remind me of the fact whenever she can.

I've commiserated with several other mothers of teen aged daughters and it turns out I'm not alone in my early onset senility. When Alexa turned 12-13 I discovered I knew nothing, absolutely nothing. I had no life experience I was born 50 something years old and had no knowledge of what came before my daughter's 12th birthday and no life experience, period.

Fast forward to 2012. I'm slipping in my daughter's advancing age. Today I not only know nothing (is that a double negative?) but I'm now losing whatever minimal grasp of intelligence I had previously been given credit for. Now I'm just plain stupid. I can no longer grasp the most simple concepts like why one mascara is SOOO much better than another or why a $160 dollar PINK tennis racket is a Venus Williams quality compared to the $120 yellow racket (the equivalent to a Regis Philbin throw-away).

I've discovered I don't know how to read ANYTHING having to due with with my daughter and my memory retention of where she purchased every item of clothing (including date, time of day and mall location) is sadly lacking.

But even worse than all of my brain drain is my unconscionable habit of daring to ask her, every day, "How was school today? Anything new going on?" OMG! you would think I asked Obama for the secret codes to NORAD (or Joan Rivers how many plastic surgeries she's had). I know, WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Which brings me back to my lack of posting. I get tons of ideas, the first sentence of posting possibility will form and then - poof! I try to form the second sentence and like a puff of smoke the entire idea, inspiration is gone. It's like a train that goes into a tunnel and isn't seen again until 'Ghost Busters' does it's ghost train episode. My little witticisms trail away to nothingness. These brief bursts of inspiration turn to dust and I'm left wordless. Therefore, no posting...

Do you think Alexa may be on to something?