Sometimes I Worry M'self

I've had three of the most ridiculous blond moments in the last two days.

I refuse to call them senior moments - but after you read them - you might worry about me too.

It all started on Saturday morning  - when I went to the Farmer's Market with my rickety vintage cart - unencumbered by a purse.  My cash and cellphone were tucked in the leg of my awesome $1 resale shop Columbia hiking capris.

I'm walking down the street and I start hearing the theme song to 'Modern Family' and I think - wow - where is that coming from?  That's cool!  I love Modern Family!

Never crossed my mind that it was my cellphone ringing.

Mmmhmm.

Later that same night, right before bed, I was scanning Facebook.

Up comes this picture on my feed and I gasped.

Aaron even asked me what happened...

For the splittest of seconds, I thought it was a picture of me - and I didn't remember posing for it - and I couldn't understand why someone would put it on Facebook.

For real.

I went promptly to bed after this incident - realizing it was apparently way past my bedtime.

Now - if that just right there wasn't enough to make you start thinking I'm deficient in some important brain chemicals...listen to this one.

Yesterday - after being highly caffeinated in the morning (yes, I know - I gave up caffeine - but it's come down to caffeine or sister wives - there's a lot to do around here and Glen isn't buying into my polygamy spiel) - I went to the doctor for a wellness check and to order some blood work.  I just wanted to get a snapshot of my cholesterol, blood sugar, etc...

I go into the Medical Center with no incident.

I have my appointment.

I'm happy to hear that I'm the picture of health.  My blood pressure is 100/64 (and that's after espresso) - and I'm feeling pretty good about how awesome I am.

Then - I go to leave the Medical Center.

This is where my awesomeness fades.

I walk to the door and notice the door has a handicap symbol on it and it says

'caution - automatic door'.

So I stood there and it didn't open.

And then I moved around - trying to trigger the sensor to open the door.

Then, as I'm thinking to myself  'You've got to be kidding me..." - I walk a few steps back and approach the door again.

Still - won't open.

I try prying it open.

By now - I'm feeling stupid and hearing the theme song to  'You're on Candid Camera' in the background of my brain noise, and I wonder if it's my cell phone ringing.

I walk away and stand in the corner, and start to wonder how I'm getting out of the building.

I go BACK to the door - and stood there again for a few seconds.

Then I pushed the door.

It opened.

I left.

I left quickly.

Embarrassed!

Law.

I do worry 'bout m'self.

I noticed in the comments that some of you are having trouble finding the 'otha blog' - all my weight loss drivel.  If you click on my before and after picture - it will take you there...or do this

Jayme Does the Leanness Lifestyle

Clicking that link will take you there as well.

Happy Tuesday to you all!