My experiment took a slip to the dark side as I cruised the keyword list looking for something that wouldn’t bring up a porn site. Keyword Tracker removes any blatant words and they do a great job, but oh how humans can masquerade their fettishes behind the meaning of names. 

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And then there it was, the innocent word that brings a softness to every child’s slumber:  Webkins. My children only have a couple. Mandy adopted my nephew’s and is bringing it up in our backyard. Moving it around like a new mother protecting it from danger and escape. It’s full of dirt and grass and likely the processed food she so industriously cranks out back there.

Actually, when the kids got their webkins their computer was conveniently broken so we haven’t entered the online extravaganza. Their tags are still around here somewhere. They get dusted and put back in the pile of “I’m not sure what this is for, but it might be important someday.”

Something similar is happening on my Facebook profile.

Lately, when I create a post and mark it private, then hit the publish button, it goes up, published, live, and appears in my Facebook feed.   Wait…I am an idiot. I should hit the save button, not the publish button.

You should see the stuff I’ve got in here that you can’t see…

Yesterday I slow-cooked chicken with potatoes, carrots, sweet potatoes and basil. I used boneless chicken so I wouldn’t have to worry about my kids choking on those nasty little bones. So tell me, when you find bones and skin in your boneless, skinless chicken, should you take it back?

I’ve been soiled, a little less pure.

But, I actually have more to say, to think and feel. Here’s a little something about nothing.

Money doesn’t rule the world, but we all want it and no one ever gives it back, and if they did, they regret it.

Love is like a candle. You have to strike a match to appreciate its beauty.

Sex isn’t something naughty, it’s a form of communication. Like, “I like you, get closer”.

Your career isn’t the most important thing, but it creates a base for happiness. Unless, of course, it doesn’t make you happy, in which case you need to do more of what does.

Women like bad boys because they are safe. They are so busy trying to fix the guy they don’t have time to focus on themselves.

Bad boys like women who make them unhappy, because they like to have a reason to cheat, drink and lie.

Everyone complains they don’t have enough, but they probably do, they just can’t find it among all their stuff.

Everyone loves drama and conflict. Without it there’s no art.

Religion isn’t about rules, it’s about acceptance.

War doesn’t stop anything but life.

Peace begins inside. We are beacons.

Kids need structure, freedom and security. Without it they grow up afraid.

Your life doesn’t end until there’s no one left to remember you.

Sometimes we make mistakes, loving kindness is our eraser.

Growing old is a blessing. May you all be blessed.

If we truly appreciated how precious our time is, we’d be nicer to each other.

Our minds are powerful. We create what we think. So, believe anything you want as long as it’s positive. All great people have been labelled insane at least once. For instance, right now I’m thinking I have no forty-something acne and I didn’t just drop $150 at Winners. Why do Tommy jeans look so dam good? So no one will notice the acne. That’s the power of positive spending.

There’s just one rule.

Don’t go on a date after you’ve had your children all day.

You’ll already be too tired of saying,

“No. Stop.

I said don’t do that.

Don’t touch that.

You’re going to make a mess.”

When you’re feeling like no one cares,
you get a message from a friend filled with
fun and empathy, and you smile.

When you’re feeling like you’re not able,
your children hug you and say they love you,
and you smile.

When you’re feeling like the good stuff is taking too long
to come your way, you get a call from an old friend,
and you smile once again.

Life is a mixture of hope, disappointment and intrigue
when we worry, we lose hope.
when we expect, we find disappointment
when we hold each minute as it comes, we experience the intrigue.

I’m not feeling well today. Perhaps too much sugary foods which are…um…not good for me. I was awake most of the night and had to beg off work today. I checked my emails though and my voicemails. Nothing urgent, but I miss the structure when I’m sick. Rest is good though, renews the soul.

I must have slept a little last night. I had a dream I was surrounded by close friends and they were encouraging me to do something…I’m not sure what. But the dream was relaxing and when I awoke I felt as if I could take on the world…for a couple of minutes anyway.

Remember that log I was treading in the summer. It’s dry now and I’ve cut it up for firewood. It still keeps me warm but soon it will be nothing more than ashes and I’ll have only the memory of its challenge and conquer. I’ve moved. It’s a good feeling. Maybe that’s what my dream was about.