Oops

I meant "car" in that post... not "care." Like I said. It's late. And I'm tired.

Did you all hear that Michael Jackson AND Farrah Fawcett died today? I don't think I could care less, really. Some of Michael Jackson's music was fun. And no one can doubt that he was a really good dancer. But then there's the whole pedophile thing. Hence me not being sad. Robot Chicken did a short where Michael Jackson became white because he's an alien. And the then the black Michael Jackson returns and they have a dance-off. Then a kid gets a gun. The black Michael Jackson says that the kid will just have to kill them both to be safe. Everyone knows that is the real Michael Jackson. Then the kid shoots them both. Steph and I quote it all the time. The White Michael Jackson (at one point before his death... and actually before the dance-off) pulls out his wallet and says. "No. I'm the real Michael Jackson. See. It says - Michael Jackson." Farrah Fawcett is just BY FAR not my favorite human. What did she ever do that I care about? Honestly, I don't even know why she is famous.

Stephanie is reading Freakonomics... or however it's spelled. I can't check. She has the book. But I'm just waiting to go to bed and I don't want to interupt. Sorry for the rambling - and bad spelling! I'm sure there are more issues. I forgot for a minute that that was what I was writing about. I swear I have night-time ADHD.

The Fellowship of the Ring - Again

It is really late. I know I have a habit of having incredibly long blog-posts that everyone hates. But I am super happy and want to tell everyone! Stephanie and I will read to each other while we drive. Obviously the person NOT driving is the one to read. But once I saw a girl (who will remain nameless - but it wasn't Steph, I promise) who tried to read while riding a bike. She ran into a parked care. We'd all say that she was so dumb she got hit by a parked car. Now, it was horribly mean, and not true. After all, she hit the car, not the other way around. My point is that reading and driving is a bad plan. Anyway - Stephanie reads while I drive. We've read Dracula (which I HIGHLY recomend), Something Wicked This Way Comes (another HIGH recomendation), the whole Harry Potter series (okay, I recomend all of these), and we are now going through Lord of the Rings. We just finished the Fellowship of the Ring and have started into the Two Towers. I forgot how amazing these books are. I also forgot how closely the movies follow the books! I like them.

The Writer's Cop-out

***Douglass again***

So, the day afer memorial day, I woke up very confused. I was not where I should be. The room was completely unfamiliar. Then, I felt something on my back, it was soft, but with... a spine? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw short brown hair. I started to panic. Now, I must clearify here that I think boys are completely gross. That is why I married a woman. But back to the story... My heart was racing. What was I doing in a bed with a guy?! I grimaced as I turned over. To my immense relief, it was not a boy, but a woman with short brown hair. Then I started to panic again. What was I doing in bed with a woman? As I looked around the dark room (it was very early) I saw a picture of me. I was again relieved. Where ever I was, I was supposed to be there. So, I went back to sleep.

When I woke up I thought how funny it was that I had spent ten minutes panicking about being in my own apartment and in the same bed as my cute and wonderful wife. We got ready and went to work. This is when we noticed another problem. I could remember things, but details of memories were gone, and recalling memories took about five minutes. It was at this point that everyone at work told me that I needed to see a doctor. I called the regular doctor, he was full, I called my sister's doctor - full. I called Stephanie's family doctor - full. So I went to an Instacare. They were panicking about me. They were running all over the place to rush me through. Hello!? I just was confused this morning! Well, after an EKG, bloodwork, and a UA, I was told that I was fine but that I needed a CT scan of my brain. So, Steph and I went to Salt Lake and I got a CT scan with and without contrast. I don't know if you've ever had one, but when they inject the dye, it feels like you have just wet your pants. I wasn't allowed to open my eyes, so I just took a nap. And, there was nothing wrong again! Now, I didn't write about this experience at this point because I still had to see a neurologist. He made me (weeks later) walk on my toes, touch my nose, tell him what a table is, etc. He said that I am fine. I had Transient Global Amnesia. (Which, by the way, I can now remember everything fine and in a timely manner.)

Steph and I like to watch a show called Bones. In the season finale, (Spoiler alert!) Agent Booth has amnesia. I was so disappointed! That is the biggest cop-out in television. It's the writers getting lazy! But then, maybe two weeks later, Doug is offically diagnosed with Amnesia. So, when you are watching a movie and someone has amnesia, it isn't just a cop-out. And if you wake up and don't know where you are - have fun. Steph and I now joke about it. If I forget something, I just remind people that I have amnesia.