Bfth's Boring Blog

Warning, WARNING!  This is not a happy Bfth or a typical look on the bright side Bfth blog post.  This is a Bfth can't take it anymore and is just going to vomit all over a blog post.  This is NOT end of the world, but it is the accumulation of BS that has made this Monday so draining that I feel like I am treading water and failing to keep my head above water.  I'm just trying to breath, but my chest is tight and my shoulders/neck ache with Mama stress and tension.  This is not just a whiny post...this is me throwing up everything and just letting it out because I feel like I have to let it out.  This is me...and as always it's NOT life threatening and it's NOT pretty.  (It may not even be readable...in which case just close this thing down and move onto something else.) It's Monday morning and I am worn out and worn down.  Not that I didn't have a good weekend.  It was okay.  It was just there.  It's is nothing to write about...

A favorite movie of mine is 1999's  Bowfinger .  (A terrible name for a wonderful comedy penned and starring Steve Martin and directed by Frank Oz.)  If you haven't seen it (and you should), Eddie Murphy plays mega-star Kit Ramsey (as well as his sweet, but slow brother Jiff).  Kit is pompous, but also extremely neurotic (with a fetish for the Laker Girls).  To stay focused, Kit, using his name as a mnemonic, reminds himself to Keep It Together.  Frequently through the film he rapidly utters to himself, "keep it together, keep it together." That line from the movie has stayed with me as I understand the mantra all too well.  As I rush from day to day projects, I hear in my head Eddie Murphy's voice frantically saying "keep it together, keep it together."  Or, my own voice, repeats over and over, "Get it together, GET it together."  (Unlike Kit Ramsey, my "voice" is in my head and silent to the rest of the world...at least mos...

Contrary to common belief and despite the fact that I rise before the sun (at least during the non-summer months), I'm NOT a fan of getting out of bed in the mornings. This is particularly true during the winter.  (Even when it's not cold out.)  Right now we have the warm, fleece sheets (Not flannel...fleece is so much better:   https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2014/01/cold-winterwarm-bed.html ) on the bed.  I can't wait to get into bed at night and I abhor getting up in the morning.  It's all soft and snuggly in there.  Why would I want to leave? Some days I lie there and tell myself its ok not to get up right away.  I could go back to sleep for just a little while longer.  That it won't screw up the universe if I skip a day of morning exercise.  And yet I rarely listen to that voice. (I can't say never.)  I get out of bed.  I do the "morning things" and then go and do the morning exercise. Winter exercise is the w...

Today is the day:  119. So what does that mean?  What is the purpose behind #oneonenine? It's not my idea (I wish it was) and it's not all that serious (like so many campaigns are these days).  It was the brainchild of  Kenneth Phillips and Blake Morrow as way of "rallying the troops" as it were.  In this case, the troops were/are fans of the series "Twin Peaks," the "cult" phenomenon that reappeared last year with season 3, over 25 years AFTER it went off network tv.  In the third episode of the eighteen episode series, a woman (junkie) kept yelling out "1-1-9".  Was she so strung out that she was trying to call for help (911) and got it screwed up?  Did it mean something else?  Who knows? If you're not a fan of the surreal show, I suppose you can stop reading now.  (Although I hope that you won't.)  If you ARE a fan, I hope you were as captivated by the return on Showtime from May to September 2017 as I was.  AND I ho...

I have food allergies.  I've ALWAYS had food allergies (at least as long as I can recall).  I am NOT one of the lucky people who has grown out of her allergies.  As I aged I grew into more.  For example, as a child I was allergic to eggs (I go into anaphylactic shock...it's NOT pretty and it can be a life or death situation).  However, until I was a teen, I COULD eat poultry.  That is until one Thanksgiving evening where I ended up in the ER.  (So, yes, we are the family that does NOT have turkey on Thanksgiving.)  As I entered my 20s and 30s, I noticed that my mouth/throat started to feel "funny" (the first signal for me) after eating lentils, peas/hard shell beans and kiwi!  (I know, it makes no sense, but most of the time I make no sense, so...) Back then, allergies were not as prevalent or at least it seemed that way.  Food allergies were not in the news and there weren't such great resources as   www.foodallergy.or...

Yesterday was MLK Day.  What does that mean (other than a cold Monday in January)?  It's a federal holiday and I am blessed to work for a company that give me this day off.  My son is also off from school.  And while I appreciate a three day weekend (who doesn't), I think the weekend should be more than  just sleeping in and getting a good deal from some retailer.  I mean when did President's Day become a day to get a good deal on a car?  Or Memorial Day the time to get a bargain on bathing suits?  I seriously fear for the time, and you KNOW it's coming when we have an MLK Linen Sale (AKA:  A WHITE sale!) Doing some quick internet research (ok, Google), here's an interesting tidbit that you MAY or may not know:  " In 1994, Congress passed the King Holiday and Service Act, designating the Martin Luther King Jr. Federal Holiday as a national day of service and charged the  Corporation for National and Community Service  with ...

I was thinking about Sh*tholes this morning and how I might weave that current hot topic into a post/column, when I came across a social media post from a dear friend.  (Aren't all our friends dear though?  Isn't that part of the whole friend thing?)  Today SHOULD have been her son's birthday.  Tragically he is no longer with us.  But out of that tragedy, out of HER pain, she reminded her friends to remember him by doing a variety of things.  What immediately struck a chord with me were her words:  " Embrace someone who is different from you." Those words are so powerful to me.  They leapt off the virtual page at me and struck me in the heart.  " Embrace someone who is different from you." What makes us so wonderfully unique as human beings is that we are all different and yet we are all the same.  We all come from the same building blocks of life.  At the core, we are all made up of the same atomic material.  Yet each an...