Bfth's Boring Blog

  Yes, this is a (sort of) follow up to my post on  old lady boobs .  And my continued search for a bra that fits, lifts and is comfortable.  Does such a thing exist? The number one suggestion I got was to get professionally fitted.  And I probably should do that.  I did do that many years ago at a Macy's nearby in NJ.  I bought an expensive bra ( https://www.wacoal-america.com/ ) and I was happy with it.  But that was a long time ago. I bought more of that brand at a pop up outlet at the company had when I worked in the Meadowlands area.  (I have no idea if they still have offices there.)  Again, that was a long time ago!  Plus I've aged, my weight has gone up and down (and up again).  So I probably do need to get a professional fitting.  However, I'm in the Poconos now and there isn't a place close by.  Which means it's something I need to do when I'm in NJ.  From what I can tell the Macy's that I went to way...

  It's been a long, cold, snowy winter.  A winter that began before it officially began.  We've had consist snow since the beginning of December. (Which is why my little solar powered Christmas lights are still up because I can't get to them to pull them off the bushes.  I ALMOST got to them a little over a week ago, but there was still a pile of snow that I would have had to deal with in order to get to them and I wasn't willing to stand in it and freeze, so there we are.)  The company (person) that plows out our driveway in the Poconos came 5 times in December, then got a bit of a break before coming back last Saturday AND Sunday.  (Truth be told, he came a little too early on Sunday because we got another half inch to an inch which is still lingering because it's so darned cold.)  Meanwhile, whenever it snowed in NJ over the past month and a half, my son would have to deal with it.  He did a great job, but now he's gone back to school, which le...

 For at least 10 years (and that's a guess-timate), I've been keeping a gratitude/memories jar.  It's a jar full of strips of paper on which I (or anyone in my family, but you know that's mostly me), writes down something that we are grateful for or something that really made us happy.  So over the years it's been full of notes like:  Son wins art prize, husband's birthday bash, first flower blooms outside, etc.  (I think you get it.)  It gets filled every year and on the first day of the New Year, I empty it out and we read the strips of paper out loud to remind us of all the good stuff that has happened over the year.  Even in the difficult years (like the years when my parents died), the jar was still pretty full. We are more than halfway through the first month of 2026 and the jar is empty. That's not to say that there aren't things in my life (our lives) that we aren't grateful for.  We are all (relatively) healthy.  I still have a ...

  I'm in mourning.   I mourn the loss of doctors, nurses and medical professionals (and they ARE professionals) working with me to make healthcare decisions instead of insurance companies and big  brother government. I mourn the time when a stranger could knock on your door and you could open it and not be afraid that they would grab you, drag you out of your home and take you away without any due process. I mourn the day when you could knock on a stranger's door and ask for help and not get shot in the face. I mourn the time when you could send your child to school and not worry about them being caught in a mass shoot.  A time when teachers taught and classrooms were places for learning and not where you hid from a gunman. I mourn the days where we respected our leaders, because they served us, the people, and they earned our respect. I mourn for those ripped from their families and treated as if they were not human.  I grieve for those who have been injur...

  I feel this prayer.  I feel it in my bones.  I feel it in my heart.  I feel it in my soul. I was reminded of Christina Rossetti's poem, "In the Bleak Midwinter":   "In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago." We are indeed in a bleak midwinter. There is much darkness in this world. It is all too often overwhelming for me.  Yesterday, the sky was dark. They day was gray.  The weight of the fear filled news, news that I try to avoid while also trying to stay informed (an impossibility if there ever was) and the obvious cruelty towards neighbors (remembering that we are ALL neighbors) burdened me.  It wore me down.  It depressed me.  It physically hurt me. I know I am not alone in this.   I scroll on social media.  I see friends.  I see strangers.  We are all struggl...

  If the title of this post doesn't give it away, if you are not an "older" woman then this blog post is probably not for you.  (Although it you want to read; I'm not going to judge.)  This is also going to include some stuff that is also TMI, so don't say you haven't been warned.  You have.  And just to make it crystal clear:  this post is about breasts.  Not young perky breasts (although I never had those) and there will certainly be no "provocative photos."  I'm talking about the old lady boobs that so many like to make fun of.  (There will be no making fun of in this post.) Even when I was young (was I young?) "sagging" was an issue.  My personality may be perky, my breast are not.  I do not have large ones (Last time I looked I was a B cup; 38 B to be exact) and they were never going to be on the cover of a men's magazine. I've had my challenges over the years with them.  When I was a teen I got shingles. (Yes, I got t...