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It has been a while.

OMG !  I have been thinking about my blog for a while.

So much is going on in my life that is negative that I did not feel like doing anything.    I did not write blogs,  I did not read any blogs.  I did watch a lot of videos about art journaling and all thing crafty or creative.  While I did enjoy that I feel that I have missed the opportunity to express my self in written form.

I like to write however I hate writing.  What I have in my head is often jumbled  so much that my attempt to write them down end up in a lot of missing words, unclear thoughts and even when I went back to read them I could not tell what I was feeling and why.

Typing is easier.  However I like writing and hopefully with time and planning I will be regularly writing my blog again.

I need to express my self as I would to my best friend which is my mother.  So some blog will be in letter format to my mom.

I need to rant and scream.  Someone recently told me that I was  like the mothers on 50"s tv.  Well I do like aprons but i think the  comparison ends there. I don't think Mrs Cleaver and I have much in common.

I want to start teaching sewing and I plan to start organizing that.  I have 3 sewing machines and I feel that I need 2 more.  One machine is  for my use and the other for 3 to 4 students.  

I need to make time for my friends.  Betty and Bam bam are so busy .  She is always posting picture of there adventures I will talk to her so we can figure out what adventure I can join them on.

On the homefront, I feel like I am homeless.  You know very nomadic with no home base.  The result I carry a lot of stuff with me that should be left at home safe and secure.  Even when I am back in my home I doubt that I will feel safe and secure right away.  But in time God will mend my heart and help me feel better.   In the meantime I thank my sister for her kindness and I thank my friend Velicia for her kindness.

Right now every time Hubby fixes one pipe another one breaks.  Good grief.

Right now a neighbor  has taken to parking in front of our house and in our driveway  He cut the grass and hedges so he feels he is entitled to the parking.    Good grief.

Right now I want to be home in  my own space so i can take the time to purge all that needs to be purged.   Good grief

Right now I wish my face was not made up to look like all is fine when it is not.

Right now I want to be working on my business opportunity

Right now I wish I have 2,000.00 to take care of a bill and deposit on an apartment.

Today at work  I was overwhelmed with all that  I needed to do.  I took a moment and took the time to assigned what I was working on  priorities and then i had an accurate idea of what i was working on and then i was able to get done what needed to be done.

That is what I need to do now,  I guess I better get some post it notes

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