My blogger usually details whatever thoughts are on my mind for the moment. The thoughts could be really deep and thought provoking or trivial. Today I'm venting on my Vacuum Cleaner. In case none of you have been paying attention, I'm a seamstress, and I also have a whole lot of hair. A practical nightmare for the Bissell Vacuum cleaner I have. And to top it off, I have light carpet. Even though I wanted brown, I got stuck with beige. I detest dirty carpet. I'm pretty obsessive about keeping it clean. Every week I'm cleaning spots out with the resolve. I think I do a pretty good job. I also make folks take off their shoes. Okay, back to the blog at hand. My vacuum cleaner gets pretty clogged. All kinds of hair and thread gets caught in the brushes and every so often one has to do the dirty task of unscrewing the bottom, getting a pair of scissors and cutting all the string and hair from around the rolling brush thing. What a mess. So yesterday, it was my turn. Okay it only takes around 10 to 20 minutes, but I'm a lazy creature. I want a vacuum cleaner that doesn't get clogged. And guess what, unless you paying like 200 for one, they all get clogged. But what was so funny is that a friend of ours was over the house and she said, wow, I didn't know you could do that. Meaning she didn't know it was possible to actually go in and unclog your own vacuum cleaner. You know what, I don't think a lot of people know that. Maybe if they did, a lot of vacuum cleaner repair spots wouldn't be open. The technology for most cleaners isn't that complex. It's either the bag is full, the belt has popped, or it's clogged. That's it. So the next time you have to buy an inexpensive vacuum cleaner, take an extra dollar or two and buy extra bags and a replacement belt. And hey don't be afraid to unscrew something. Usually, you can screw it back...

Questions....

Eternal and internal questions plague my consious mind. And even when I'm sleep, they invade the subconsious thoughts. To ask one is to ask them all, but to leave one unaswered may answer all the rest. Yes I'm confused... About life, love, happiness, creativity, where and whom I am and where do I want to be. And nearly after 32 years of being on this Earth, I'm still no closer to answering some of those questions. I've asked who, what, where, when and how all my life. And today, I'm no closer to grasping the meaning of life then when I was 5 years old. My son is 5 and I see in him a slightly different version of me. I see me, but then again, I see his father. And to be honest, I see my son. He is his own person. My birthday is Friday, and no I'm not excited. I'm glad I made it another year, glad my son is healthy, happy and safe. But as far as myself, and the goals that I wanted to obtain, I don't know. Sometimes I think, " Am I too hard on myself, or am I not hard enough?" It's hard to find direction, when all your day is surrounded by helping everyone else. I see all my friends doing things that I want to do, but can't. I do feel trapped... I don't know when I'm getting out, but I've been trapped for around 8 years now... That's a long time to be lost.