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Fri 30 Nov, 2007 06:48 pm
I sat at my computer, filling out Jeebus knows what form, when it came time to spell my name, which is, in real life, Charles. I puzzled whether to spell it Charles, or Charels. Neither appeared correct. Stumped, I passed it over. Later, reality returned, and I spelled my own name correctly. What about it, folks? Senior moments? I know I ain't the onliest one.
I'll let you know when I get there, although I did have to think about how old I was going to be on my next birthday, so rest assured that I'll be caught up in no time :-D
Good luck with that Edgar
Edgar - I'm not yet 40 and I sometimes forget how to spell my own name. Especially, it seems, after reading 4th grade papers.
Sounds familiar. I've seen times I can't remember a person's name, but when I include it in a sentence, out it comes. Things like that used to worry my. I don't remember why.
Pleased to meet 'cha, Charles. I'm Roger
I forget your name as well edgar.
Glad to know you, Roger. Glad I don't have to recall the rest of my name. I would be in real trouble.
My folks knew I might be challenged, and gimme a 3 letter name that is impossible to mis-spell. (plannin' ahead)
Y'all 'r just jealous cause I managed to remember.
Two years ago I spent the whole year telling people I was 43 when they asked.
Then I turned 43.
I felt younger, though I did wonder why I did that.
I have senior moments like that, too, Charles/edgar and it's a little scary at times, isn't it? I remember looking at the word "good" once and wondering what language it was. Oy. Another time I was waking up to the radio and it sounded like Hungarian or something. I couldn't understand a word that was said. Weird. Gives you an idea what it'll be like to have dementia.
littlek wrote:Edgar - I'm not yet 40 and I sometimes forget how to spell my own name. Especially, it seems, after reading 4th grade papers.
So, you like, use a Big K?
I was writing a check to the guy who came to start up my heater/shut off the swamp cooler, and, doh, had to ask him his name. I know his name, dammit.
My own name is easy. Two letters... Oj.
ossobuco wrote:
My own name is easy. Two letters... Oj.
Why did you kill those two people? You are a monster.
Mame wrote:I remember looking at the word "good" once and wondering what language it was.
That was one of the funniest visuals I have had in quite some time.
I did not!
I remember staring at a word once and having it look completely wrong (as I remember, the word was b..l..a..c..k) and shortly after that I figured out that if you stare at ANY word long enough, it looks wrong.
It's a wonder I make it through the day sometimes...
squinney wrote:Two years ago I spent the whole year telling people I was 43 when they asked.
Then I turned 43.
I felt younger, though I did wonder why I did that.
Hey, I use to do that! I have managed to stop that though. I think I did it because I wanted people to think I was older so they would take me more seriously, but now I could care less what they do
Think I'll start going backwards now. You in Squin?
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