Bfth's Boring Blog

  My son turns 21 today.  Legally an adult, although in many ways he's been acting as a responsible adult since he was a kid.  Yes, he did a lot of silly kid stuff.  Don't we all when we are kids?  (If you say no, you are lying to me and yourself.)  But for the most part, and what I remember is maturity he has shown over the years.  And his uniqueness...which he expressed when most might be afraid too.  Perhaps that's another example of his maturity… So on this auspicious day when he officially becomes an adult, I give 21 observations of this unique and mature young man...  (All of which will embarrass the heck out of him, but...) 1.      My son is adopted, but we have always been his parents.  We first held him when he was 8 hours old.  With that said, we've always let him know about his adoption and have told him numerous times that if he wants to reach out to either of his birth parents, we can help.  He ...

  I know its 2026, but it's feeling like 2020 a bit again with all this brouhaha over Dr. Fauci.  Useless and time wasting brouhaha, in my opinion.   Do you remember 2020?  March 2020 when it all began.  It seems like a long time ago, but it really wasn't. Remember the chaos and the confusion? We were only going to be out of school/work and over all this is for a couple weeks. Perhaps we all knew on some level but that wasn't going to happen? Two weeks to eradicate this deadly virus that had taken over the entire world? That was going to take a lot of planning, a lot of work, and a serious medical solution.  Do you remember how terrified most of us were? How people were dying faster than medical professionals could keep up with him? The portable freezers which they kept the bodies? People going into the hospital and not coming out? Medical professionals covered head to toe and protective gear doing their best to save lives? The hopelessness they mu...

  Well it's the first day of August.  It's also a Saturday.  It's a summer Saturday which means sailboat races on Barnegat Bay .  And today is the 50th annual Sanderling Regatta which was renamed in your honor 4 years ago. Usually this particular race would fall on a Saturday in July, but this year...well the only reason I knew it was happening was because I got an email from your friend (and mine...sort of) Mrs. P which notified me.  Otherwise I would have had no clue.  I wouldn't have even known if it still existed.  I'm glad it still exists; even though on the club calendar it gives the time as 10-11 AM and we all know that it takes much longer than that.  Additionally there is " Fiesta Night " which starts at 5 PM (supposedly), which I know would thrill you mom.  (Is my sarcastic tone loud enough here?)  After all, eating and drinking must take precedence over sailing, right?  (Well I'm old enough to remember when it did...

Always bring me down.   Yes, I know that's not the right lyric.  (Maybe you didn't know...unless you are of a certain age you might not know the Carpenters and that's a darned shame.)   This month has been an exceedingly strange one.  Hot.  Wet.  Cold.  Clammy.  Windy.  Rainy.  Soggy.  Moist.  Damp.  Totally unpredictable.   At the start of the month (and how can it almost be over already?) we had horrible heat and rain.  Storms that flooded areas and brought down trees.  (Yes, we still have the two downed trees that take out part of our driveway and the street.  I've got to call the tree guy again today.  I knew it was going to be a while due to the massive amount of damage that had gone in the area, but it's been nearly 3 weeks, sigh...)   Last Tuesday when I drove back to PA, I left the office early.  I left early because there had been storm warnings.  Warnings that incl...

I'm writing this blog post to you because I don't have your email address and I blocked the number that you sent a text to me on. I had a few things I want to say to you so I thought I'd start here.    You, a person that I don't know, or perhaps you are a bot, sent me a text last week asking me if I'd be interested and discussing the property I own in New Jersey. You, some random person or AI creation, just decided send me a text? On the off chance that I might want to sell you, someone I don't know and doesn't even have a last name, my house and land. Who would do that? Well I guess you would! (Whoever or whatever you are.) I suppose it might seem like a good idea to somebody to randomly text a person and see if they might want to sell you, a random stranger, a plot of land.    I am sure you got my name, number and address from public records. You probably just searched the public record and saw that the property officially became mine in 2022. But let ...

I like food. I am fat. Even when I was at my absolute finished, which wasn't that thin, I was still fat. Now I am not at my thinnest, which I doubt I will ever be again, and I am still fat. And I still like food.  I can't decide if I would be thinner or fatter if I didn't have the multitude of food allergies that I have. Would being able to get anything I wanted to make me more discriminating and/or eat less? Or is the fact that I am restricted to certain things that makes me eat more of what I can eat? This question will probably never be answered.  I do have questions about two food items that I can eat and that I really like. Maybe someone out there can answer them for me. Let's give it a go shall we?  B&G bread and butter pickles : In my book these are the best pickles out there. I prefer the chips over the sandwich slices but will take either. They used to be relatively inexpensive. And so did their sweet relish. That changed around th...