BYE FOR NOW

Hubby and I have decided to go our separate ways. Thank you for your friendship and support over the past few years. I've missed you all and I'll be in touch when I am more settled.

Take care my friends,

Love KB
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TIME FOR A BREAK

I'll be taking a short break due to some personal issues I need to take care of.

I'll be back in a about a month.

Take care all

Love KB
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MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT YOU'RE ADDICTED TO...

I stumbled upon this unfinished post which I wrote ages ago. Often I will sit in the garden with pen and paper and put down thoughts as they occur only to add them to my pile of unfinished pieces. I found this one interested as I looked back on how far I have come. I used to spend hours of my day and night on the net chatting and playing games. I'm happy to report I have cut down the time I spend on here and I limit my time to writing, visiting you lovely folk and the occasional chat.

This is what I had to say at the beginning of the year.


IS IT AN ADDICTION?

Following my previous post , I decided to do some research. I discussed my reading decline with hubby and he suggested that maybe I was spending too much time on the net. Well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. He handed me an article on Internet addiction. I found the idea of being addicted to the internet amusing. Does this mean if I spend all my time reading instead, I will be addicted to books? I decided to read the article anyway.


Here are some of the addiction danger signs:

Do you think a lot about your online activities and anticipate the next online session?

Do you feel upset or moody when trying to control or stop your internet use?

Do you regularly stay online longer than you originally intended?

Do you use the internet as a way of escaping from problems?

Do you suffer sleep deprivation, time distortion, back strain, eyestrain or carpal tunnel syndrome from using the internet?

I'm sure I won't be alone in the blogging community when I say some of these points rang a few bells for me.

There was a 'what you can do' list at the end of the piece. One of the suggestions was to contact an online counselling service. I thought this suggestion was a bit like asking an alcoholic to attend an AA meeting in a pub. Yikes!

I decided to try a little experiment of my own. I set myself an allotment of time each day to be online and stuck to it. I don't think I was addicted to the net but I am happy to report I have cut down on my usage, I feel much better for it and I am doing much more reading and writing than I was.

Happy blogging my friends but don't spend too much time on here!

I SAY IT BEST, WHEN I SAY NOTHING AT ALL

Yikes, I read a grand total of one book last month. Well, I have almost finished another and it was a big one.

21. Fatherhood - Bill Cosby

I appear to be having a case of writer's block and have nothing else to say...*slaps self*. Well that didn't work.

Later Gators
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SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS - POETRY

This week's prompt is - Poetry.




She builds me up
When I'm feeling low
No need to think
The words will flow

Sometimes I giggle
At the lines we share
Did I write that?
Blissfully unaware

When I'm stuck in a rut
She whispers and taunts
Words don't make sense
Her rhymes she flaunts

Silently mocking
When I'm feeling my best
Lurking beneath the surface
With my misery suppressed

She knows I'll be back
We are one and the same
Her words I must write
Or she'll drive me insane

She's gives herself freely
Time and again
I can't thank her enough
POETRY... my trusted friend

640 nm NW Honolulu - HUBBY'S 55

Captain Loni Calder was finishing her final Combat Air Patrol for this rotation of the USS Barack Obama, a US Nimitz Class carrier. The Battle Group was heading for Honolulu for much needed R and R. For Loni, call sign “Eel”, it was going to be a great furlough. Her brother Karl would be there.

CARRY ON TUESDAY #15

SHE LOVED WITH A LOVE THAT WAS MORE THAN LOVE,
Why did she feel so alone?
She loved the feeling of being in love,
But barely recognised herself when she came home.

She loved with a love that was more than love,
Why did she feel so afraid?
Conflicting emotions inside of her,
Was jealousy the price lovers paid?

She loved with a love that was more than love,
Was this suspicion and anger she felt?
But when she looked into his eyes,
Her heart would truely melt.

She loved with a love that was more than love,
The rollercoaster taking it's toll,
Exhilarating highs, plunging lows,
She'd never felt so out of control.

They loved with a love that was more than love,
Their hearts and souls entwined,
Together they took a leap of faith,
Left the negetive world behind.