Mind Games

It's not what you think. This time, it's MY mind playing games with me. The guy (I'm a guy, my brain must be a guy, right?) is having a great time with the games. It's driving me crazy and he (my brain) knows it. The game may never end. Let me give you 3 specific recent examples. I hope you find it as amusing as he does.

#1) Monday, on a plane flight back from Houston I needed something to past the time. I read AmericanWay nearly cover to cover on the way down and was pretty much out of other choices. Making a big mistake, I resorted to the crossword puzzle. One really should be able to spell at a 5th grade level before attempting such a task. So I scroll through the 70 or so clues, confidently answering 4. This is sad. I was pleased with my results. Let's give it a second look. I come to 54 Across, Dodge City, Sheriff. Here we go... I smile thinking, I've seen Tombstone at least 5 times. The sheriff was ___???? My brain starts laughing. HAAAAAA HAAAAA. COME ON!!! The sheriff had his brothers there with him. Please! what was his name? more laughter. HA HA HA. This goes on for another 2 or 3 minutes before I finally give up and put down the puzzle. Today, 2 days later, I dined at a Tex-Mex restaurant not far from the office. As I glance at a picture of cowboys on the wall and my brain shouts, WYATT EARP! HAAAAA HAAAAA.

#2) Yesterday, as I was about the leave to the house. He sends me that ever so frequent signal, you're forgetting something. What is it? Ok, I can do this. I don't need "his" help.

Watch - Check
Ring - Check
Wallet - Check
Laptop - Check
mmmmh?

I take two quick laps around the house. Just hoping I might see what was missing. Nothing. One more time.

Watch - Check
Ring - Check
Wallet - Check
Laptop - Check
Oh well, if I can't think of it, how important can it be?

So I drive in to work assured that I have everything I need. Park the car, take the elevator up to the office, plug in the laptop, take out my notebook and reach for my favorite pen. HAAAAA. It's not there. I know this isn't a big deal to most people, but I carry the same pen with me everywhere I go. Once I had the same pen for just under 6 years. It fits nicely in my pocket and writes so well. I was stuck with a bic for the day and things just seemed a bit out of sorts.

#3) I saved the best for last. Now "they" say that we all have dreams, even it you don't remember them. I'll have to take "their" word for it because I rarely remember having them. That is until this morning which made me remember that I had another dream the night prior. You've heard of the recurring dream, right? How about an absolutely ridiculous two part dream. It was like the sitcom that doesn't finish in 30 minutes. My brain had a great time with this. Keep in mind I didn't remember Part I until he granted me Part II. Part I. I have somehow obtained a large amount of money. I don't know how much or from where but I have it. Shortly after "getting" the money, I learn that Def Leppard will perform at a location of your choice for a mere $25,000. That pretty much sums up Part I. Part II. Def Leppard shows up at my house letting me know I have paid for them to play a "gig" in my garage. (i'm still dreaming, but already thinking I can't believe he is doing this) I'm all fired up. I start calling friends and neighbors. "Def Leppard is playing at the house tonight, come on over." The general response was "Why?". It didn't dampen my spirits. I went upstairs and for some stupid reason took my stereo down to the garage for the band to use. (Just like we used to in High School, ehh Darin?) We had about 30 people show up and they opened with POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME.

I can hardly wait to see what the brain has planned for me tomorrow.