Focused at Fifty

Sleepy morning and definitely a questionable pic! LOL  It is with great irony that the morning I write this blog post, I opened up my Facebook page to see Facebook congratulating me on being a member for 10 years. WOW. I remember I joined mainly to try and facilitate my 20th class reunion back in Fall 2008. Now 10 years later, my 30th reunion is around the corner and I am beginning to promote that reunion as well. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Social media is definitely a double edged sword. I use Facebook at this point as a tool to promote my blog. I would not have as many readers if I didn't have it. My blog is personal, but I choose and select what I write about. But I find myself being more selective on what I post on my social media sites. I have begun limiting my personal info out there. And now, we have the latest scandal of Facebook where Facebook allowed the company Cambridge Analytica to illegally obtain the data of 50 million users wi

"Jerry Mouse and Tom Cat (not my pic)" Every other winter, I get the occasional house mouse moving in. Believe me it isn't Jerry or Mickey Mouse (were they cousins?). My excellent mousers, Max and his twin sister Moxie, usually take care of the problem. I STILL haven't located where the mice get in. Usually it's a brown small field mouse with big brown eyes. Cute, if it weren't a mouse. Nah, still cute. But still a mouse! LOL I'm not as tough as some of you guys though. I catch and release. I think I remember my dear ole' Philly friend KitKat electrocuted at 43 of them since January 2015. That's Philly apartment living for ya!  And then she so eloquently posted pics of various Mouse Memes of mice stuffed and dressed in various poses. (Other people stuffed them.)  LOL It was actually quite cute if not a bit morbid. Man, she's a tough gal though folks! I had heard my current house mouse making his way through the walls end of February. T

"Daffodils Coming Up" I went out today to do a little bit of yard work. My buddy Eric had told me a couple weeks ago that he was already collecting branches and sticks cleaning up his yard and I felt a little guilty. So far the Nor'Easters have been preventing me from doing that. Although I really could have but I'm just really using that as an excuse. Ha-ha. I'm kinda NOT gonna do major yard work until it hits the 50s. Today was an anomaly. Guilt ridden too. The yard is a mess. LOL I was collecting sticks in the yard while make sure that the fake owl hanging from the corner of the house is still there to ward off the woodpeckers. He still is. Went down into the lower backyard and collected all of the planters and pots that had blown into our yard from Charlotte's over the winter. I collected them and put them neatly stacked next to her shed and realized I was putting them next to the entrance to her groundhog hole under the shed. Made me chuckle. That

What does it take to feel secure and confident? I am utmost but still have my moments. It's being human. I accept it. Don't fret for we all go thru those moments too. (((HUGS))) Tomorrow, you will awake confident again. ;)

"Mom's Carpenters" I was driving into work yesterday morning and was kinda just over the news. I get like that every now and then. Just tired of hearing about the ongoing politics, terrorism, and other ugly stuff taking over our world. I just sometimes need to turn it off. More sad and disappointing than anything else. Now a couple weeks ago, I picked up three CDs at a thrift store so I figured I'd give them a listen. YES, I still listen to CDs so you Millennials can just hold your collective tongues. I can feel your eyes rolling at me. 😏 Two CDs were popular hits from 1960 and 1961 because I wanted to hear the music my Mom listened during her later high school years. Some pretty cool stuff. I like exposing myself to different genres of music. I feel it brings me closer to her in a way. The other CD I picked up was "Carpenters Gold", a two CD set of the greatest hits of that 70s soft pop duo The Carpenters. This was something which was played qu

Is anyone else is just so tired of this password craziness? I consider myself to be an fairly intelligent fellow with a pretty decent memory. I can remember way back in 1973 the first time I drank apple juice from an actual glass and not a sippy cup. I can also remember when I climbed out over the bars of my crib-bed that year and wandering into the living room, much to my mother's shock. I also remember my telephone numbers I grew up with back in the 70s and 80s: 609-468-5250 and 609-468-3423. However I find myself struggling to remember are all of those passwords I now have, including security questions and pictures, just to access any number of a dozens websites I may use on a weekly basis! I recently audited my list of passwords to see how crazy all of this had become. I saw about 30 combinations of various numbers, symbols and words which left my head spinning. Experts in computer security /IT state that you should not use the same password for each website. I get th