Bfth's Boring Blog

It's the 4th of July. It's hot as blazes and been that way for most of the week.   This year the fourth it's in a different way. Our country is 250 years old. That should be a reason for celebration. However I'm not feeling it. It seems like most of the things that my ancestors fought for, (and yes, I have an ancestor who fought in the American Revolution), is being destroyed. (While I am grateful to my ancestor John Kilbury being a Patriot, I also recognize that he, and those other ancestors who came before him, did some horrible things. This beautiful land that I am walking on, does not belong to me. It was taken from the people who lived here for thousands of years and that needs to be remembered and reflected upon.)   For much of my life I spent the 4th of July at the Jersey shore. I was at the Jersey shore as a child on July 4th 1976. We watched the ships on the television sailing in to New York harbor. There was so much excitement. There was so much celebratio...

  Before I begin this morning's boring blog post, I'd like to say something "off topic."  I call this a boring blog for a reason; my life is average and ordinary (for the most part).  I am fully aware that very few people (if anyone some days) read this.  I'm never going to have thousands of readers or be some kind of influencer (not that I would mind either).  I share what I share to preserve MY memories and thoughts.  Things that I might have once told my mother about when she was alive. (We did love to talk about mundane things.)  But now I have no one to call up and tell these "nothings" to.  (My husband and son could care less...that's okay.)  So I write them.  If someone reads them, okay.  If not, I have a record of what was going on in my life (which I have done for most of my life).  It's just no longer in a notebook or diary.  And who knows, maybe someday a distant relative will be looking for information on somet...

  If the title of this post set off an ear worm, then you are my kind of person.  For those NOT in the know, that the name of a song written by Cole Porter featured in "Kiss Me Kate."  For the time, its lyrics just might be a bit provocative. It's a great song, so if you don't know it (for shame) go out there and find it.  (I personally like Ella Fitzgerald's version, but most people remember Ann Miller from the movie version.  Check it out! The song perfectly captures what we're currently experiencing. For example: "It's too darn hot It's too darn hot I’d like to call on my baby tonight And give my all to my baby tonight I’d like to call on my baby tonight And give my all to my baby tonight But I can’t play ball with my baby tonight ‘Cause it’s too darn hot." Temperatures even in the Pocono Mountains will be heading for the triple digits for the next several days. Don't ask me what my electric bill is going to look like...

  Another year has come and gone.  Today marks the 3rd "anniversary" of my father's death.   While 3 years may have passed I'm still feeling guilty about not being there.  On the other hand, if I had cancelled our vacation to Skytop where we celebrated our son's high school graduation, I would have felt guilty about that as well.  There was/is no way to win.  I'm grateful we had time to celebrate as a family and in some ways I'm grateful that I missed the call late Saturday night that let me know my father had died.  (My phone goes on do not disturb after a certain hour.  Some calls can get through, but the call came from an unknown number so...) I tried to be a good daughter. But sometimes I worry that I wasn't. I tried to come down and visit but did I come off and enough? Was once a week enough?  I tried to help out, but did I try hard enough? Should I have asked more questions?  Pushed harder?  Did I do enough? I did my best...

  10 years ago this was my view.  I had just started a new job as a Sales Operations Analyst. 10 years later this is my view. I'm still a Sales Operation Analyst.   And I technically/sort of work for the same company. How it began:  I interviewed with the president of the company; which was part of a (small) corporation.  The interview went well.  I thought we would work well together.  Quickly (which was pretty amazing), I was called back to meet with the head of HR.  That went well too.  Then I was asked to come back one more time to meet with the VP of Sales & Marketing.  (It's important to note that I would not be working for him, but we would interact.)  This interview went, okay.  I didn't get the same "feel."  I remember thinking if I don't get this job, it's going to be because of him. I got the job. I started on June 28th, 2016 in a medium sized office suite that also housed other companies that the corpo...

 Sometimes a stranger can make your day brighter.  If you are lucky, that stranger can become a friend...or at least the possibility of being a friend... Let me explain... I took Friday off to attend a shareholders meeting at Skytop .  This was my second shareholders meeting.  The last one was back in 19** (yes it was that long ago), when my mother and I did a long weekend at Skytop for the first time in a long time.  (Other memories of that weekend:  I hadn't accrued my "week" time and they didn't like to give you a day when you hadn't accrued the full week...yes, you can roll your eyes here.  I remember soaking in the hot tub on Friday afternoon and it was heaven.)  Now that I am living in the vicinity, I figured it was time to attend another one. So Friday morning, after a lousy night's sleep, I drove up and found my way to the ballroom/boardroom where the meeting was being held.  I found a seat and settled in among all the men in their j...

...Here I am stuck in the garage with you.   ...Here I am stuck in the garage with you.   I know I have written lots of crazy blogs. This may be one of the craziest. And of course, it's all true, which makes it even more crazy.   It was your average ordinary Monday. My husband and I had to run to the post office to pick up a package that was too big to fit in our mailbox as well as make a quick stop to CVS. As usual, we went out to the garage, clicked the button on the wall of garage bay number 3 (it's the 3 car garage attached to the house; not to be confused with the detached garage on the other side of the house which we rarely use...so many garages!  Why?) which opened the garage door, got in the car and ran our errands. It didn't take us long and when we got back, my husband clicks the remote, the garage door opened, and we pulled in. We got our stuff out of the car, and we close the garage door using the button on the side of the wall. So far a typic...