New Year 2007

When I say "New Year", I mean September. That's birth month. That's the start of my new year.
So in prep for the final quarter of this year, I have a billion plans... we'll see what happens.
One thing I'd like to do is to get in the habit of doing this a bit more often... why?
I can't quite figure that out... It has nothing to do with me thinking that anyone in the world really cares what I have to say.
It also has nothing to do with the thought that I am very special and people should care what I say.
I think I'm just using it as a way to process... if others want to read the process, well alrighty then.

If you are looking for a political blog, you need to go elsewhere. I care a lot about politics, but don't care to talk about that most of the time. I'm sure that one day I might, if I get in the habit of writing, however, don't count on it.

Once I figure out the point, then I'll figure what to write.
Hope that works for ya!

BB

A gentle soul

I found that my friend Ray has a blog in the same blogger group as this. Suprising that it wasn't in "My space". He has no idea who I am or that we're from the same town. If he checks this out, I guess he will at least know that. I posted a comment on his note about Nate. What a sad story. Too young. I read through his blog and became really embarrased at the insignificance of my own. I was also really proud of his writing. My sister had mentioned that he wrote beautifully (there's a clue). It did get me thinking. More importantly, it brought a smile to my face when I thought of cellophane mary and the java men and how much joy they used to bring to all of us. he mentioned in his blog what music used to mean to us, not just how it used to sound, but what the memory was that was attached to certain songs. it made me smile. ray had a way of always doing that for me at various points in my life. and it reminded me of the joy of sunshine hitting my face on a spring day after a bunch of cold winter days and it suddenly being warm and you realizing it and breathing it in. that's the way that ray was. it was always a joy to see him and his smile- it was always a smile and a warmth= usually a hug too. ray was bouncing along while driving through seneca park and watching the people run with their dogs and hearing your favorite song in the background. he was one of the greatest people i had ever met in the world and i still think the world of him.
I'm glad to know that he's married and happy in NYC. I can't believe that another lovely person I've known has moved up there. My close friend Kirsten is there too. And this dishy man Creighton is living there as well. Somehow they all migrate to Brooklyn...

Moving on

Now it's March. At some point, I'll make it a priority to blog. It's hard when you are sick a majority of the week. Back into the writing thing, I've gotten my children's books back out again. I've also been plotting a business concept for a work at home thing. Now I'm into business research to try to find out if it's even feasible.

I've decided that I'm going to see a counselor again. My isolation with my disease hasn't been helping me at all, and I'm not the only one suffering from it anymore. My family is having to deal with it as well and I hate being a burden. I've got to find a way to make my life work, or not have a life at all.

Onward...

November no new news

Per usual, I've been putting off the writing again. Actually, that isn't true. I've been writing weekly. Just not writing the things that I should be. This past week has given me a new motivation however. I ran into an old aquaintance and would love to get some things written and out there soon. If for no other reason, just to know it's done.

I at least have my topic lists started, and fortunately have several of them started. I'm able to juggle between them as I get bored with each of them.

I've recently been watching the Soprano's episodes and have been fascinated with them. Does organized crime really still exist in the United States? And if so, where, and how? How is it funding itself? Is it involved in the stock exchange like some people speculate? I love that HBO series, probably because I am starved for good writing on television as it is saturated with horrible reality TV shows. Can't wait to see season 4 this week if I can borrow the DVD's from my sister while I'm able to watch.

Alas, off to bed- maybe better luck this week...

BB
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August Already

Can you believe it? It's August already. I can't believe how fast this summer has passed. I'd say that time flies when you are having fun but that isn't it. Last summer was much more notable. Or maybe not. Just notable in a different way. New family members this summer have helped to keep things interesting.

Writing is still slow. Ready to start for the night now.
BB out.

Lewis Black is right

He was discussing what it was like writing his book and he said that it is like having homework everyday that never goes away, and it sucks. I have to say that the worst part about it is the re-reading that ends up bringing me to scrap everything that comes out (I would hate to have someone spend time reading none-sense like this).

I have spent a lot of time recently reading some really good books. I am a huge fan of David Sedaris and Sarah Vowell. I find that they have found something that they enjoy and just elaborate on it. Don't think that I assume this is an easy task, because I don't. It's challenging, to say the least.

Try again tomorrow.

BTW, I was right about that guy. I kissed him goodbye and that was it.
Maybe I'll discuss him in my story.

Too much to sort through

You ever have one of those days... so much on your mind that it all turns into a jumbled mess?
I met with a licensed therapist for the state yesterday. He mentioned that part of the reason I wasn't depressed is because I wasn't married with kids. What a hoot.
Once I met a man who told me that I was a true find, a woman with no kids or divorces.
I just laughed and said that he was too young to think that. I think that he was about 22. How sad.
In my family, marriage isn't something likely to be found in your twenties. I guess that is why I never put much emphasis on it. Now that I'm nearing my thirties, it has crossed my mind that there are very few people that I've even thought about spending my life with.
And when I meet someone that I'm interested in, I don't have the tendency to fantasize about what our wedding would be like. I think the worst that I've actually gotten is thinking how hard it is to end relationships, and whether or not it's worth it. Seems like friendships are safer. When they end, there is usually good reason. Most of my friendships are not in my face either. We have our space and catch up as needed.

I met someone fabulous recently and had to kiss him goodbye. That sucked.
I doubt I'll ever see him again,