Why are ergonomically designed features so dang uncomfortable?

I hate my own secrets. Secrets shared by others are welcome and closely kept; but my own secrets are made to be shared. When conversing on a topic that is remotely related to my own secret of the hour/day/month, I almost feel deceitful if I don't disclose. Sometimes I think this may worry Dan because the fine lines between his secrets and my secrets and shared secrets are sometimes blurry. It's not that he wants to be secretive, but he doesn't understand my need to disclose everything about us to everyone. "What's the point of sharing?" is often his response. I ask "what's the point in keeping stuff quiet?"

For instance, a couple months ago while shopping for a new car, Dan casually mentioned to me that we didn't need to tell the salespeople (hereafter "vultures") that we were shopping for a replacement because his car had been stolen. It was so hard and I did blab a few times.

Vulture #4: What brings you out here today?
Me: Because his car was STOLEN
or
Vulture #67: Why are you looking for a new vehicle today?
Me: To replace the one that was STOLEN

To answer any differently would be dishonest (sorta) because that WAS the reason we were there. What other explanation was I to give? (Besides "because I love to play dead carcass for you vultures to prey on.")

Today I forgot my son's birthday. We went to a friend's home for a brunch and after exclamations of how cute and chubby Jeremy is I got the question and answered a day off. After a few moments of conversation I learned my error. As someone who was once very good with dates and times I was horrified to incorrectly recite my own son's birthday. I will attribute this fall to pregnancy and parenthood. It was good to hear a fellow mom change her daughter's birthday to still be the day before Jeremy's new date.

The Olympic Summer Games have taken over my life. Although not a notable sports fan most of the time, I'd watch these games 24/7 if I could. A big challenge I'm facing is trying to avoid hearing results until I can watch for myself on delayed coverage. I haven't experienced this type of drama and seclusion from media since the first Survivor series finale aired on the east coast three hours prior to airing out here in the west.

Currently the USA has the most medals with a total of 19 (6 gold, 7 silver, 6 bronze), BUT China has 18 medals and more of them are gold (10 gold, 6 silver, 2 bronze). Now, I love the USA and am glad we are at the top of the medal count but I'd much rather see more gold medals in our tally. (Do I have Michael Phelps syndrome?) I will do something about this myself as soon as the Olympic Committee adds ice cream eating games.

I'm questioning why I don't have enough time in a day to simply sit down and blog a few words. Is it because now that I'm away from a traditional workplace I have no structure in my life? Or, could it be that I simply have no intelligent thought to share? Probably a combination of both.

Oh! News flash: Our house is no longer barn red - now it's a tasteful gray color...mostly. I learned recently on another blog that red colors cause people to be hungry, I am happy for the change and am hoping for lighter days ahead.

Jeremy