I jot notes down to myself when something comes my way that might be fun to write about here on Mama Boe. Sometimes when I don’t have paper, I’ll just send myself an email via my phone, and jog my memory that way. Then, when I have a moment to write, I open up my emails, and see what topics hit me throughout the day. It’s a pretty good system.
Sometimes, though, I’ll send my self messages so cryptic, it’s like it wasn’t even me who sent them.
For instance, today I was going though my mailbox and came across one such email from a few weeks back. I cannot figure out what subject matter I was suggesting I write about. I’m hoping you can help me. Here it is:
Fix the port side& fix the port side battery. Change places-chinese fire drill. Hold on, i gotta think for a minute.
Do you have any idea what this blog is supposed to be about?
‘Cause I sure don’t.
My mind is a scary place.
Mama Boe 
Fix the “port side” sounds like something from your sailing trip. Port side being the Left side of the boat. I could totally see a chinese fire drill position change when out sailing to get the right people at the right places on the boat based on strength and expertise. But that is just a guess on my part.
That one makes perfect sense. You were looking at a wall clock. There was something dangling on the port side (remember, you’re a boater now and you have to throw around some nautical lingo every now and then). In fact, the dangling thing was operated by a battery, so it must be bad, too. No, wait, it’s the other side of the clock, but you don’t recall the name for the non-port side. So, Chinese fire drill. The “think for a minute” makes it all so clear!