Bfth's Boring Blog

The school supplies have been bought.  Backpack has been filled (and it bulges with all the supplies and weighs down even the strongest of men).  Old clothes that no longer fit have been passed on to my local thrift shop.  New clothes have been purchased and tried on.  Lunches have been made and money put into the cafeteria fund.  It's back to school. Back to school means back to the early morning hustle.  No longer are my mornings my own.  (In the summer, I am the only one in the family that HAS to get up and be somewhere at a certain time.)  Now it's shared bathroom time.  Its packing lunches (that are prepared the day before).  It's making sure everything that is needed for the day is in my son's backpack, as well as my own.  (Hey, a mom's got to have her supplies too!)  Breakfast for the boy and coffee for me. (I'll finish the coffee and have something to eat once I get to the office.  By then I will have been u...

As students head back to classrooms As educators make those classrooms ready Bless them all as they begin a new year and a new journey Watch over the little ones who are at the beginning of their journey Who are entering pre-school, nursery school and kindergarten Help them to learn how to work with each other How to support one another How to be friends And how to color within the lines (and outside them too) Watch over the elementary school students Grant them grace and the ability to learn  To read stories and write their own To add (understanding for each other) Subtract (anger) Multiply (kindness for all people) And divide (intolerance) To color within the lines  But to never forget that coloring outside is just as fine Watch over the middle school students As they enter a transitional phase from child to young adult Teach them to value others and themselves Let them see that different isn't good or bad But just different Help the prepare for ...

This holiday weekend marks a painful anniversary for a friend of mine.  It is the first anniversary of her son's death. While most of us are enjoying end of summer festivities, she is grieving.  Labor Day weekend should be a time of fun as the summer winds down, but for her it signifies something else.  Certainly the end of the summer season will NEVER be the same. I can remember hearing the news.  Word travels fast in a relatively small town.  It was my cousin who told me first, and through her sobs I could barely understand what she was saying. Last year Labor Day weekend, unlike this year, it was hot.  I know because I stood for over an hour in the sun on a line that ran around the local funeral parlor.  I can't tell you how many people were there because the line snaked around the parking lot.  And when we finally made it in to the cool building, the line continued to surf in and out of various rooms before we finally reached ...

Here we are at September 1st.  The Friday of Labor Day weekend.  Where did summer go?  (I know I just "complained" about this last week:  https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2017/08/so-long-summer.html).   The calendar claims that summer doesn't end until September 22nd, but we all know that Labor Day really marks the end of summer fun.  And temperatures today in my part of the world are just in the 60s!  (Totally shocking was the below 50s temps this morning when I went out to walk.)  Although I am still wearing white pants (it is the Friday BEFORE Labor Day after all),they are long and not the typical capris that I don in the summer.  I'm wearing long sleeves AND shoes NOT sandals.  Summer, summer...what happened? The wonderful company that I work for offers summer hours (for those who have positions that allow for it).  Monday-Friday the work day is extended by an hour.  (We officially start an half an hour earlier t...

Before I begin, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who read my post last week:  https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-journey-of-life.html and offered me kind words.  Goes to show that we ALL have a journey and although each person's story is unique, there is a commonality in them.   It also proved to me, once again, that at the core of it all, we as human beings are "good".   Or as an amazing young lady once so succinctly put it:  " In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart."  (If you don't know who said it, for shame, now go Google.) But onward...one week is behind me and I'm going to say that the first week is easy.  Maybe easy is not exactly the right word; very few things in the world are actually easy to do.   Perhaps I should say the first week is the most focused one, which in turn makes weight loss happen in a fashion that doesn't usually happen in the weeks that follow. ...

"Life is a journey; not a destination” Ralph Waldo Emerson. It's true isn't it?  Every day we undertake the journey.  There is no destination unless you count death, which is the end of life.  Heaven?  Hell?  If you believe, I suppose that could be your destination, but isn't that eternal life (or damnation), which would be different than what we consider "life" on this planet. But this post isn't about the mysteries of life; it's about one particular road that I am following once again. Yes, I'm about to talk about weight.  (Deep breath, heavy sigh or perhaps a groan?)  It's a subject that I hate to talk about, but feel like I need to. So, yes, I am overweight.  I have been for most of my life.  I was the heavy set kid in gym class that got picked last for everything.  (I didn't like gym.)  I tried dieting at various times in my life. I tried to do the Cabbage Soup diet before I got married.  UGH!  I'm su...

I think most of us look forward to summer.  (I know there has got to be someone out there who doesn't.)  Besides warm weather it means longer days, no school, family vacations and more. What's not to like about that?  (Ok, so there is humidity, noisy air conditioning units and those damned cicada killer wasps...) While summer is NOT my favorite season (SURPRISE!  That goes to autumn...EARLY autumn to be exact), it runs a close second and it IS my favorite time of year.  (Take that Christmas!)   In the book of Bfth (No, it's not an official book...yet....), you can forget the calendar.  Summer begins the Friday of Memorial Day weekend and ends on the first day of school (which should be AFTER Labor Day), but also can peek its head up on weekends BEFORE Memorial Day and AFTER Labor Day.  (Such is the twisted logic of Bfth.) As a season it flies by faster than any other.  (You KNOW winter drags on and on and on. How many days is February...