Why I can't update my blog

The thing about getting older and dealing with the current state of internet technology is that I can't remember email accounts and passwords without my "password book" - which I can never find when I need it. I estimate that if anyone found that indispensable article - the world would know the unfortunate size of my under-panties in 13 seconds as well as my sisters MasterCard number and expiration date.

I originally started a blog about ADHD and the after-effects of the diagnosis at age 52... loss of job, home, dogs, car, etc. and the next 6 years spent living with a nephew, a son, and children while I tried to get back on my feet. Of course all of those things didn't happen just because someone told me there was a reason why I didn't think like other people - it just coincided with a number of health issues and was the proverbial straw that pushed me over the cliff - to mix metaphors.

Anyway, it took me 3 days of reading Blogger help files and attempting to remember all of my 33 email address accounts and passwords to find the right one linked to my blog. Fortunately for the rest of western culture, I finally got things hooked up and I am now back in the land of the marginal blogger.

Watched "Social Network" about Mark what-his-face who started Facebook. If I wanted to let my nasty nature have free reign I could blog a lot of vindictive stuff about other people too - however - being the hypocrite that I am I prefer to keep my nasty side under wraps and pretend I'm too nice to think the things I think but wouldn't dare put in print much less speak aloud. Speaking of which it occurs to me that the only things people like to read about are nasty things about other people...

Why is it - do you think - that reality TV for the most part is composed of people living together or in relationships of various sorts that absolutely squander their four-letter vocabularies when describing or just generally talking about their "friends". My two sons in their teenage years thought Jerry Springer was just the height of sophistication. I breathed a tremendous sigh of relief when they finally left the contrived trash of afternoon television for the evening venue of clean athletic competition - namely the WWF. Who could blame them after all - did anyone not love the gentlemanly behavior and athleticism of Stone Cold Steve Austin? But I digress... 

The Bionic Knitter

I'm definitely showing my age, I've finally decided. A few days ago I was horrified to catch my face at a 45 degree angle and the flabby thing that hangs under a chickens beak was hanging underneath my chin. I shuddered in horror. How in the world did this happen. Do i know anybody with $10K free floating around so I can get a face lift?