Blog Land - Here I Come!

In the days of saddle shoes and sock hops, I made a promise to myself. I vowed I’d never ever become one of those old fogies who is so far behind the times that to them history reads like a diary.
Assuming the Beatles would live forever, I saw myself aging gracefully with the titles of the top 40 hits on the tip of my tongue. Off the record, don’t you just hate that racket that shakes your car and puts a buzz in your hubby’s hearing aid when you hit a red light on the way to Bob Evans? Okay, I’ve got a way to go with the music thing.
In my world, the Oscar for best picture went to The Sound of Music. I saw the world of cinema as family friendly and viewed in a theater and had no doubt it would always be that way. I would never have imagined watching films in the privacy of my own home. Where, I must say, a fair number of the current day ones should be viewed. Without your children I might add. I have adjusted to having a VCR and am proud to admit that unlike a number of my friends, I know how to program it. My next conquest will be the DRQXR or whatever it’s called. Anything that goes by initials puts me off. I’m still adjusting to viewing a TV hanging on the wall. Time was, that was reserved for hospitals.
In my youth, I watched my parents’ generation mutter about the numerous colors of the new fangled touch-tone phones, arguing that the old black rotaries were good enough. They struggled to remember 7 digit phone numbers instead of the 5 digit ones they had memorized. This, I swore, would never happen to me. But, alas, it has. I’ve renewed my oath to keep up with technology.
Many moons ago, I tossed my carbon paper and I now have two (count them, two) computers. One is a laptop and one is not. The exact term escapes me now. I email. I google. I have a facebook page. I also have friends. Some of whom I even know.
The land of blog remains foreign to me, but I’m determined to overcome my fear of words that aren’t listed in my copy of the dictionary and that provoke my computer to underline them in red. Thus, this blog. There’s that annoying red line again. I thought about a number of names and finally decided on Janie Jabbers—the name of the column I wrote for my high school paper when I thought I knew it all.