Do we really value the usefulness of our memory to grasp on to the oddest facts at the oddest moments? Sure there are times when we couldn't care less, I consider those my "random" moments. For instance when I'm talking to my husband on the phone and I'm flitting from subject to subject like a moth to flame.
So honey did you hear that Nicole Richey was pregnant? I mean I know you couldn't give a rats ass but I mean honey, if that anorexic twig could get pregnant than, why not a girl like me who's been craving it for the past 6 years? And did I tell you I bought a tent for our pup? Yea, like a real pup tent! Oh and Beck and Larry have a bunny named Jello. It's cute, fuzzy and white. Kind of like a bunny.
Than there are those "cover your ass" kind of moments. For instance I still remember when we I was around 9 or 10-years-old when the neighbor Thor's mom banged on our front door. My mom spots me out of the corner of my eye and beckons me into the ongoing conversation with Thor's mom:
Mom: So Gin did your sister, in fact, hit Thor?
Gin: Not exactly mom. She picked up the top of the swing set and slugged him with it!
Mom: And why did she do that?
Gin: He hit his sister with his two-by-four and you know how we've been raised not to pick on girls!
This morning was one of those moments that my random memory bits kept me from hysteria. As I drove through the twisty dark highway 44E in Missouri between Waynesville and Springfield I had begun to panic. The first set of signs showing I was near the city said things like "Springfield, next 6 exits." OK, I thought to myself, that shouldn't be too difficult. Than the first six exits came and webt and not a one even had a mention of the regional airport. When I landed Friday night it was also in utter blackness so I was having difficulty relying on things like landmarks when the trees in the early dawn didn't match the shadows of the midnight blackness. As I was lost in thought a sign loomed out of the roadside that had me thanking the Lord for my random thinking. It said "Eastern Bible College" and behind it loomed the Wal-mart Supercenter. In a flash I realized that the exit had to have been a good couple miles beyond that point because I remembered the panic I had Friday with the new rental car, roads and state and how the fact that Wal-Mart truly is EVERYWHERE struck me as a little funny.
So here I sit in the empty terminal glad to be out of the hotel and just waiting on a jet plane to take me home.
