New Year, New Blog

New Year, same blog – but new name.

In the story of all things internet, after a series of health woes, I abandoned my old blog So, Well, Okay for a while…By the time I decided that the blogosphere was calling my name again, I discover the Blogger concept has been purchased by none other than that small internet upstart Google – and my email address tied to the old blog is dead and gone, like two ISP providers ago.  So, no access to the old email means no recapturing the password means no more posts to the old blog. 

Ah well. I could wax on about the importance of original, challenging, hard to crack passwords in internet security, and I obviously got creative back then and did just that, but for the life of me I can’t even recall what that password could be now.  I have an abandoned Twitter account with the same problem (hey, no judging).  And for Pete’s sake – who keeps their email address forever?  Seriously, we’re talking a one trick pony blog by little ole me.  No National Security secrets, just a middle-aged Midwestern stream of blather.  Farewell old blog and hello Part Deux. 

So, NOW the hubby and my ‘we’re-getting-older-forgotten-password-solution’ is…?  We write ‘em all down, just another check mark in the column under the heading “you’re old”.  My mom used to do this, and she hid her passwords and bank account numbers in a pill bottle in the freezer, just in case the house burned down.  She also put her life alert information there too, because in a medical emergency the freezer is the first place I’d go for information, wouldn’t you?  It was her version of a fire safe, only better, because who could steal the frig? 

I’m now thinking in retrospect that her genius might not be a bad idea after all.  Not for the sheer brilliance of the concept, but due to my freezer being a jumbled mish mash of unlabeled items, gloriously jammed in defiance of the laws of physics into frostbitten appliance tundra, the Pinterest of freezers.  Any thief or EMT for that matter would think twice before sticking their hand in there, you betcha, even for the temptation of recovering the password for this blog. “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, I am my mother after all.”  Except her freezer was immaculately organized.

But I digress.  I’m not really sure where I want to go with this wonderland of writing, but one thing is for sure, my proclivity for Pinterest will be featured.  I LOVE PINTEREST.  There.  I said it.  In truth, I love the possibilities of Pinterest, because let’s be honest, three quarters of everything anyone ever pins will never be attempted or cooked or arranged or worn or visited.  But it’s fun to dream, right?  So, a few posts will be the direct experience of my ‘pin-spirations’ and the outcome of the fraction of ideas I pin that I actually attempt.

Mostly though, if you’re stopping by here, you’re going to just get my passions and peeves, my thoughts or lack thereof on whatever gets my goat, makes me smile or cry, true stories of family, friends, diets-all the good stuff.  Sorry, there probably will not be much in the way of religion or politics (blood pressure problems) and besides there are writers who tackle the subjects with more grace and intelligence than me.  All people and places mentioned are most likely real, so be kind and remember I love you all. 

So, well, okay, part deux – ready?  Here we go!