<<>I believe, understanding ADD or an ADD diagnosis is a clue or a cue…..to awareness and management….not an excuse. I’m going to catch hell for that one….. >><
Heck man, I’d say you make perfectly good sense. One of the things I like the most about this place is the heaping helpings of respect, allowance of dignity, and people are just cool. I’ve never seen flames here, I’ve been involved in less than half a dozen BBS sites, some were awful (didn’t they used to call em bulletin board systems?) here that would stand for Big Brain Site. It takes a lot of good common sense to be polite and respect people.
Dang, I forgot what I was going to write. ***thinking, waiting…pondering***
Oh yeah! I wanted to talk about the solution to my memory problems. I’ve been fighting that battle much longer, like all my dang life for crying out loud. FCOL, for pouting endlessly by myself in seclusion… for… umm you get the picture huh? Forgetfulness has been the source of my parents’, friends’, and my misery for as long as I don’t want to remember. I’d like to forget about a lot of the result of my forgetfulness. That’s a mean kind of irony. Neuroplasticity is a big part of the solution in my case.
Neuroplasticity has been one of the greatest discoveries I can think of, and there is solid proof that it does exist. I’ve always been very fascinated with all science. Philosophy etc. Here’s one of the baby steps I’ve taken in that direction. I don’t want to give up the creative spelling. So feel free to write me up all ya like spelling police 
But when spell check underlines my writing, instead of just clicking on the correct guess, or correctest, lol. fun word huh? I re-write the word, guess first without looking at spell checks guess, or if I can’t get it, I still re-type it. That’s making me remember the difference between the spelling of awful, and awesome for example.
One time I was meandering down a page with my endless blather. I was brand new here, I complained about how some spell checks tell me aweful comes with an e, some don’t. When I realized the mistake, it was too late to edit that post. The point? almost there!…
Hope, it’s not lost, and I promise to keep a strong grip on it from here on out. I have the image of me holding on to the thick rope on a bull just before they open the gate at a rodeo. What a wild ride this has been and will be.
Giving up is just not to be found anywhere in my DNA. Another one of those “holding on and letting go” psychological issues I’ve had compliments of the way my dad potty trained me. I love the crusty old tough guy. My dad had honor. He showed us how to treat a lady by example. So ya won’t hear me blaming him or anyone or thing else for this. It just is. Eventually I’ll find out the whole truth/Diagnosis, and what it is that I need to work on the most.
How doe you guys like my new picture? hehe. I kept running out of batteries the day I was trying to get a good picture of that horse, each time I got ready to take a picture the horse turned around, a bunch of times!. Like the horse was messing with me. Rechargeable batteries run out quick.
oops, long post again… ugg
ARF!… Ruff!
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