Jen Gordon

I wish I didn’t even know how to spell that word - dimensia. This morning I’m looking for my jacket, and this is the dialog out of my husband’s mouth…

“You’ve been losing a lot of things lately, you’re notebook, your keys, your jacket…”

“What’s next - your mind…?”

It would have been funny if it wasn’t so true. What’s equally sad is this state of mind isn’t even brought on by the wonder of prescription drugs! This is why I carry my nerdy notebook that all my friends make fun of - what they don’t realize is if I don’t write it down, it don’t get done.

I haven’t been to bed before 11pm for almost a year. Of course i haven’t woken up before 6am in over a year either. So what am I complaining about - will someone tell me to shut my fat mouth and be grateful I’ve got something to even be doing until 11 at night? Geez I exasperate myself!

The conversations that go on in my head are not pretty. Sometimes I reveal these conversations to people and sometimes it goes over well - other times it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off. I told the girl who was blowing my hair out (after a fabulous bleach job) that if my hair was giving her problems, I could “have a talk with it”. Probably too much information for the average person, but somehow I knew she could handle it - and just roll widdit. After crinkling her face up she did just that - proposing that we start a show on TLC where women talk to their hair…

Now that’s what I’m talkin about!!