My dad has always been the kind of guy to insist that he's right no matter what, but it's getting even more annoying now that his memory is getting really bad. Mine isn't so hot, either, but I actually *can* remember the major details of my own life.

This is probably right, but I have what I think of as a good memory of my childhood, and I remember my mom telling me how much I loved Mickey Dolenz and me saying yeah, in The Monkees, but it turns out he was in a show called (I think) "Circus Boy" when he was a kid. This was apparently my favorite show and I loved him in it and said I was going to marry him many times. Also I threw tantrums if I missed even a second of it. I honestly do not remember even seeing this show. Not one image in my brain. So it's possible you liked dinosaurs when you were four or something.

OR it could be like my mom insisting I love orange juice when I have hated it all my life, which is an idea she will defend to the death.

My mother's main oopsie is "Oh, did I feed you hardboiled eggs? There's something I'm supposed to remember about that, right?"

IDGI.

I get sad sometimes at the thought that Isaac won't remember forever how much he loved spaceships and how he could name practically every rocket that was ever launched into space. Even now I am surprised by both the things they remember and the things they forget.

I feel your pain Brenda. I didn't order magazines for 6 years because of my former mail carrier.

If at this point my mother told me I liked anything (other than the dreaded egg) I'd believe her. Since I just realised I used to like to drabble, and that just happened.

I got holes up in here.

Ate too many Trader Joe's black pepper potato chips today. Can you say "hypernatremia"? I *knew* you could!

I had a hilarious conversation with my mother and grandmother the other day about a fight we had over my high school graduation, about which I have absolutely no memory. Apparently I refused to wear the National Honor Society cowl? Classic.

My mom still offers me soda and Coca-Cola to drink when I visit. (As in "Are you sure you're not thirsty? I have--" with a list starting with the sodas.)

I have NEVER liked carbonated drinks. Even when, as a tiny child with an upset stomach, she'd try to make me drink sips of Coke with exactly the results that you'd think making someone already nauseous drink something that tastes really awful and IS FIZZY.

It's like she thinks, in the couple of months interval since she last offered me a soda, I'd have changed 50 years worth of preference (and oh yes, supertasting ability which is WHY Coke in particular tastes awful) and would actually want to drink it.

Casper is now at an age that I remember being really clearly - I remember lots about my 2nd grade year, the books I was reading, stuff I did. It's weird.

We had a Garmin nuvi GPS but it got stolen on Tuesday night (mr. flea accidentally left the car unlocked, and kept it in the glove box.) I am of mixed minds. I found using it very stressful at times ("recalculating", and I am really good with maps so found it disorienting often), but it was also useful for traveling places we've never been before. Not sure if we are going to replace it. We might try an iPod app instead, now that we have an iPod Touch.

My mail carrier will do almost anything to not bring a package to the house. I swear he has a mallet he uses to smash packages into mailbox, to the point that I had to replace one mailbox because he had so deformed it that it wouldn't stay closed. One day I'm going to go ass over teakettle bracing one foot against the mailbox post and pulling out packages.