pointless facts

My mind is full of pointless facts. Seriously, I remember the oddest things. It would be helpful if the random facts were about something useful, like math or science or history, but no. I can't tell you what the plural of a radius is (ha! I looked that up so I would look smart that I at least knew a mathematical term! Wait. Probably shouldn't have said that, now I don't look so smart anymore! I hate math by the way, just putting that out there), what the scientific symbol of mercury is, or the exact dates the Revolutionary War started.

So what are the pointless facts I remember? Things about people lives that I will probably never need to use in my life. For instance one day, after my sister and brother-in-law had been married for a few years, she was trying to think about her hubby's first girlfriends name. I knew the name. I had only heard the name one time like 1-2 years prior, but I remembered.

I can also tell you exactly what a hitch hiker my parents picked up was wearing when I was 5 years old and what day of the year it was. I can remember the month, if not the day, that most people that I know were born. Ok, maybe not most people, maybe like 65%. I can tell you what my uncle was putting together in his office the one time we visited when I was one or two years old... and the color of his carpet. I can tell you the license plate number of a car that I was following the other day, and not because it was some funny license plate number, really it was just all numbers, 720-952. Why? I don't know. I just saw it, so I remembered it. I just hear things or see things, and they stick... FOREVER! Once it's in my head, it normally doesn't leave.

And why am I thinking about this on this particular morning? Because I'm going to to go into town today and I will drive past one of my doctors offices and all that comes to mind right now is that doctors favorite breakfast food. Creepy? I think so too.

I'm like one of those nerds in high school that can pump out tons of information that no one cares about and they have no idea where in the brain of the nerd it came from. Yep. I'm a nerd.

What can I say? I'm my fathers daughter sometimes, Mr. knows-the-world's-exact-population-in-1970something-or other.