My "new" blog

I've been using Blogger for a while, but not to any great lengths. I used to use Yahoo! extensively because the page had more "fun" things on it. Lately, many of those things have not worked, and today I lost an entire post. It wasn't one of my normal rants, either. It was a carefully crafted piece of comedy which I, at any rate, found hilarious. You may not have agreed, but that's not my point. :-) My point is that this piece is now gone forever. I can rewrite it, of course, and it will basically be the same. But it will never be the same, if you know what I mean. I have copied a couple of my posts from my Yahoo! blog here, but this one was the best in a while, if only for its spontaneity. Of course, I will try to re-create it (in Word this time, so as to not lose it again), but it has saddened me to the point that I will probably be hosting my blog here and here alone. Never fear, though. I will still try to be entertaining... even faced with the sorrow of this loss. :-) Okay, that was over the top. I hope some of my readers from the "old" blog still stop by once in a while!
Thanks for reading!

The day the Pontiac Stood Still

Well, it's been two days, actually. I was sick yesterday -- getting what I thought was about to be a nasty sinus infection. So I didn't go anywhere. Today -- my car decided it was his turn to not go. Carl the car apparently had copped an attitude that we went nowhere yesterday, and in the middle of the week. Now, I am not one to buy extended warranties (having lived with a car salesman, I know how much they make on them on new vehicles, and how often they are actually used). However, this was not a new vehicle and I was talked into it. I have had one major problem with this car already, and it only cost me $100 to fix because of this warranty, so it has pretty much paid for itself. HOWEVER, today's problem was, apparently, not covered. It was something to do with the ignition; some sensor or something. I did not talk to the mechanic myself, so I'm not knowing all of the details. The people who I have the warranty through, though, say it's not covered. Tomorrow I will go pick up my car... and my gas mileage should be great with all the weight I'll be losing in the area of my wallet! But, alas, I live in Nowhere, and work in Smaller Nowhere, which is ten miles from home, so walking is not an option, especially with -30 windchills. Well, if I did walk to work, odds are good I wouldn't have to worry about walking home!
So, I heard on the news yesterday that Dr. Jarvik is coming under much scrutiny because he is advertising a cholesterol medication that he cannot prescribe, as he is an inventor, not an acutal doctor licensed to practice medicine. Does anyone remember Robert Young?!?! Maybe you don't remember him by that name. Try this one: Marcus Welby, M.D. I remember him as an actor in commercials proposing certain products should be taken for certain ailments. Should Gerome Bettis be telling people to take Mega-Men? Who are Dorothy Hamill or Bruce Jenner to tell me what medications I should take for my arthritis? I could go on and on, but suffice it to say, "I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV." Let's leave Dr. Jarvik alone, shall we? Celebrities of all makes and models have been known to promote products in the health care field (Wilford Brimley, Alex Trebek). Why? Because, first of all, we know them. Second of all, we trust them. DUH! It's marketing, people! I could go on TV and tell you that you should take Pepcid instead of Zantac. Some of you might even believe me. Most of you won't care. But, if James Gandolfini (of The Sopranos fame) comes on and tells you that it eases his stomach, even knowing what he knows about the mob... well, heck, it must work WAY better! I may have the worst medical case of anything known to man, and it may have been cured by a certain drug... but if Oprah or Tyra do not have me on their show to talk about it, you won't care. You won't listen to me. Who am I to you? Just some crazy chick that writes about stuff that makes her crazy... just some chick you came across on Blogger!
Thanks for coming across me... and please stop back!

Sock Technology? Why not?

Okay, here's my point. We use technology for all kinds of things: RFID tags, nanotechnology. As I spent half of another Sunday doing laundry, the question came to me: Why can't socks match themselves? Really. There should be some sort of nanotechnology or something that could help the average person with this plight. At the flick of a switch, once the laundry is done, the socks should find each other so they may be folded into proper pairs. If that is not possible, then perhaps at least the ones from the same pack (as they were bought at the store) could be implanted with a small light of some sort that would glow red, green, yellow, blue, etc. based on the pack from which they came. If you are like me and buy socks in 5 or 6 packs, it does not necessarily matter that each of those socks is paired with the same sock each and every time. But, it does matter that socks from a pack you bought last week not get matched with socks from a pack you bought six months ago. Even though they may have started their lives as exactly the same socks, the older ones are changed drastically by their travels through time (not to mention the agitator, spin cycle, and dryer). They are but a vision of their former sock-selves. They wear differently, and it is not comfortable to wear a new sock with an old sock. It's not right, and it's not the way apparel-life was meant to be.
So, someone, please invent this beautiful world for me... where socks match themselves; or at least one where socks can tell you with which possible mates they may work well. There does not have to be 29 dimensions of compatibility. Let's not make this more difficult than it has to be. I just want more time in my Sunday afternoon, and sock technology will provide that to me!
Thanks,BJ

I hope this to be my most favorite blog

Hello, All.,
I've been looking for a place to put a blog. I will never forget the times I've gone through on my Yahoo! blog, and I think that is the reason that I still post there more than anywhere else. It just seems so much more animated. I wish that I could have a "serious" blog and an "animated" blog, but that is not me, truly. I am an animated person. Perhaps I just do not know how to use those features on this site. In reality, I think that if they were here, I would have some idea how to use them. This is basic blogging. I don't feel inspired by a stark white background. I understand that, although people check into my blog and tell me that "Yahoo! is dead!" that eventually I will receive less and less readers. However, it is a little more "fun" than this. I think I would rather have a blog that I enjoy writing in than one that people will read. I just can't get into this "perfect" style and font and stark look of my posts here -- no matter what they look like when I post them. Although I take the things I talk about seriously, I refuse to take myself as serious as a font or a look. It does not lend itself to creativity, in my mind. I have tried so many sites... and I prefer to host myself where I host myself. I don't know if anyone reads me, but, if you do, you know where to find me from now on.
Write On, People!
bj

Giving up the story line?

Being a new writer, I am not sure how much I can say without giving up the entire story. But then, this is one that has been in my mind for a long time, so, in the reality of life, is already "published." So far, I see it as a story about loss, dealing with loss, learning how to move on. But then, the story may end with loss again. Does it end with the fact that the next loss is easier because loving and losing has been learned? Loss is truly never easier, I do not think. So, then, does the story becomes about losing someone that you never knew you cared about, who you never knew cared about you? In my mind there is a certain time that it makes sense to lose someone. While, at the time, you want anything but to lose that person, years later, when you look back, you can see what you learned through the contact you had with that person, and what you learned through the loss of that person. I think that is what this story is about.

I think what the story will truly be about, and what I would like readers to see, is that: everyone you ever encounter will change you. Take what you have learned from having them in your life; don't hold the pain that you feel from their loss, but hold in your heart what they have taught you about living. It has taken me many years to write about loss, and I have taken some liberties with my memories, but I think that it makes for a better story... and one more easily told.