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Self Employed and On Vacation

I recently took a vacation from life and thinking using facebook. It was fun for a while, but after throwing my back out on the farm (farmville), I now need a vacation from facebook. Most Importantly, I need to stop staring at my home page and grabbing links from game feeds etc.

I need time to create more gourd creations after all. And of course the dreaded work thing.

Don't get me wrong, facebook was a wonderful therapy for me, but now it's become yet another distraction in my world. It served it's purpose and for me that wasn't "social networking" exactly. Especially since no one I know offline uses the computer like at all ever lol.

The groups on facebook (most) never update--always a new group to join and no one ever speaks. Game feeds show up only when they want to (usually after someone has already adopted that whale you've been wanting on Happy Island-which, is a very cute little game I might add)

Most of the active chatters could do so on the phone or thru text anyways. There is a "like" button that might should be "agree" or "no shit" button.

There is a whole internet out there that google helps us steer-I can't be closed in and that is what facebook has done for me--got me too damn comfy and boxed in. It's going to do away with notifications which is a bad move for us users (maybe a good one for them) I like to see what has been shared especially if it was a boo boo, but I sure don't want to see it all in inbox either the real one or facebook's. By the time you open it there would be no point in receiving it.

Lonely world out there.

Facebook for me was a great escape from thinking. Not thinking can be a horrible habit to develop as with not doing.

When you consider making yourself a T-shirt that reads "I'd rather be in Farm Ville" you know it's time to lighten up on the facebook.

I feel free, lord Google, free.

Dont be evil, facebook ;-)

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On this Independence Day

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I visited a site called intent.com where I reread a the following post

Intend the Return of Laura Ling and Euna Lee | Intent.com

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I don't celebrate in the way that many others do with alcohol over-eating and lots of noise. I tend to count my many blessings and enjoy time with loved ones. Today I spent time with my grand babies and laughed. Our day was centered towards each other and not food etc. Sounds boring to many but I appreciate these times very much. There have been countless times where I longed for "boredom".

I think of all the heart ache in the world and all the things that need change. I think of what we have the power to do and what we most certainly are ignorant to. I struggle with knowing the truth and exploitation. It's hard to even know what to repost some times as I don't want just some gory picture without some action taken. I usually decide to go with truth and hope that people act upon it even it's just to say a prayer or two. I'm thinking of Neda

and want to include her beautiful life pictures as well as that final famous photo. It haunts me but I feel we should be aware no matter how much we cringe. http://weareallneda.com/

There has been a lot in the news on Michael Jackson. He was a great entertainer. This video of his stands out for me.

And of course Farrah took a page of my Art Diary.

I painted this as the eagle crying so much it is blood. But not to represent just sorrow but perhaps vitality as it spreads thru the waters. Perhaps it is nurturing. Blood can represent hope and will just perhaps. The waters are carrying it further than he is flying. :-) For all not just one.

My wish is for all to be safe. Life is precious and there is nothing more valuable. May no ones life or message of peace be in vain.

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Repeat

The child shopping represents money to me. Money that utility companies keep asking for and I make less of as time goes on. The sound of a truck is all I need to make me fight off thoughts of panic and sometimes guilt for not making more money. Money. I've been thinking a lot about that lately. More so, work. I think of how you spend 8-12 hours per day at work and want some outdoor-family-chores-and creative time. You throw sleep time into the mix and you may as well just stay at work. Travel and get ready time rob from your time--and add to work time. I need an outdoor creative job that pays the bills so I can spend more time with family etc. I guess this is more about Time. That is a topic that seems to be coming up more and more lately. Time flies when you need more of it. No fun necessary.

We were hit with an absence recently, not a death, yet we are mourning, although we don't admit it. Sorrow. Strength, love and support. It's all we can do. The lack of power is enough to set you into despair if you let it. We don't let it. :-)

I strive not to be bitter. I know that wrong doing tinged with the least little nobility is frowned upon worse than any cold and calculated act. Sometimes it's better to be blind and oblivious like so many others have mastered. The art of ignorance.

A petty thing is also nagging me a little although it's rather humorous. Why do otherwise kind friends try their best to drag you down? In one and or most breaths, they speak ever so highly of you, yet can't resist the digs? Why do people place such value on such ridiculous things and not see the beauty all around? As I'm steadily trying to lift someones spirits they are working just as hard to crush mine. Is it for hobby?

I've been thinking about strange things --I've figured out that for some people to be happy, nice is out of the question. I always felt one should be brave enough to be kind. But I've always sort of stood on my own with that one. It's become so apparent lately too. These fonts will never be spoken by me mind you :-) But really, happy=mean. Then there are the nice who are never happy. Balance people. I seriously feel, Be kind or I get mean=unhappy. So now there is a new term --Aggressive Kindness. Some things should make you mad/sad. Enough to even take action. Hows this, you are doing a portrait and there are 10 people in the area. 9 are young, laughing (most likely at someone's expense) and visually nice looking. There is one old, wrinkled, person not frowning, but with a sagging mouth and old laugh lines. Who do you choose? With me it may be one of the nine if there seems to be a story to tell, but most likely I will see the beauty in the 10th one. All those lines may tell a longer story. There is that nice vs happy thing again. Is it nice to ignore who may need the most attention? Oh yeah, the nice thing is not happy--forgot.

Dare to think and I'm talking to myself. I was never afraid to think things through, yet lately, it's as though thought prevents me from doing anything at all ever. My thoughts are all over the place and won't even pick up after themselves. I need to throw them out with those snakes.

I also need to not think of the thief who is stealing water. Soon I won't pay the bill and won't have to worry about it lol. But they could at least hook my hose back up so the never ending drip will water my dog like I set it up too. I would give them water as I even have lovely strong jugs to donate to them. But I suppose they prefer leaving evidence behind to piss me off and make my dog suffer in 100 degree weather. Luckily I check on my Leo frequently but still, what if?

My son's little dog turned up missing(from his house) with no trace. We all miss the little bugger. I'm hoping he is with someone who loves him.

I have two children with broken phones that they can't use---bill has already been paid. By the time they are replaced and on--I'll need them to pay the bill so mine doesn't get shut off along with theirs. I have another child who broke a phone but I wasn't paying that bill and he decided he enjoyed his life more without one. I'm beginning to see his point. When my phone rings it's someone who wants to borrow something, wants to talk to or about someone else, has some strange demand of my time, or is a wrong number. I don't have bill collectors as if I can't afford it --I don't have it.

Wow, this was like a long bed time story. I don't know how therapeutic it was, but it was definitely effective lol Perhaps I've just taken out the trash (of thoughts) or at least a portion of it.

Every little drop counts.