Well, today is Friday.. Thank the good Lord. I'm not sure how I feel about my job here in mattress land. I sit on my butt in front of a computer all day, surrounded by the grayness that is my cube. I answer phones and talk to ignorant people 90% of the time. The other 10% of the time I am speaking with slightly less ignorant people. Needless to say.. This just doesn't quite satisfy me. Daily my soul yearns to be out in the world making a difference. I suppose I do the country a good service in the way that I sell mattresses to people. People need a good mattress in order to get a good rest. If people are well rested around this nation there is a better chance that peace will prevail. I know that when I do not get a good nights sleep I become irritable, restless and discontent. So, in a way.. I suppose I am working for the betterment of the nation as a whole. But at the same time.. I think I'm just talking out of my ass.

Bah

I am seriously considering a new job. I like the people I work with and for what I do I get paid well... Again, for what I do. But money really means nothing more to me than spending it. I and not interested in having an excess amount of money. I never have been. Im a simple girl looking to live a simple life. I do not own anything remotely fancy. I do not have an Ipod or anything more than a huge portable CD player that I've had since I was in 6th grade. Shit.. I don't even own a TV let alone a cell phone. A lot of my friends look at me like Im out of the stone age. Honestly, I just do not see the need for these things in my life. Don't get me wrong, I don't look down on others in any way, shape or form whatsoever for buying fancy thing that make their life more 'convenient'. I have always been the kind of person to live and let live. What other people do and why does not affect me in my journey through life. My serenity and peace would be non-existent if I let other people's actions sway me whatsoever.

Though I am quite content at this moment in my life, I do have desires to better it. My ideal life would be living on a farm....Or a ranch.. Either one. Any place really, where self sufficiency is a way of life. Cows for milk, trees for oxygen, bees for honey, crop for food, well for water, flowers for beauty, river for fishing.. Etc.. You get the picture. I am just not all about the hubbub of city living. I enjoy pottery. Id love to get the clay from the earth and make my own 'dinner ware'. I love sewing. I love to make my own clothes and mend others clothing as well. I enjoy baking and cooking and gardening and taking care of animals. What I am doing in suburban America, I have not a clue. Basically, it either boils down to money enough to buy land to create this farm life for myself, there in being the reason for this job, or is boils down to knowing the right people. If I could meet someone who lives on a farm and would let me live there and work on there farm everyday and contribute....My God.. That would be my heaven.

My mother thinks I am strange for this way of life. She would though. She lives in one of the richest counties in Michigan, in a house that is 9x too big for the 3 people living in it. It is filled to the brim with every gidget, gadget, electronic device and convenience known to man. I don't understand that way of life, but I accept that that's the way she and my father have chosen to live. Good for them for spending 45 years laboring in their field of choice, spending their earnings on material possessions that indeed will not be joining them after they pass from this life. *sigh* That...My friends.... Is what I do not get.

ok, I guess that's about for today. I am just especially bogged down by the bleak cube life. It doesn't help that it is 80 degrees and sunny out. This boxed life is not for me. I'd rather be smearing a dandelion on my skin, walking barefoot in the mud and stopping to hug a tree every now and then.

Hmm.. Interesting world this blogging is. I've never felt the need to 'blog'. This would indeed be the first time that I have ever participated in such an act. I wanted to post a comment about my coworkers 'blog' and in order to do this, I was forced to sign up as a 'blogger'. What the piss does this word 'blog' mean anyhow? Is this a short was of saying a 'bitchin log'? Or a 'bastard's log'? Or in my case a 'bitch's log'? I don't get it....and why must the only things that come to mind about this 'blog' word include some sort of crude word? Does this say something about the word 'blog'? Or does it say something about me? Very interesting thoughts meandering through this brain of mine. Either that of very very dull thoughts. Who's to decide anyhow. One mans trash is another mans treasure. One mans pain is another mans pleasure. We live in a world of perception. Hmm.. Again with the ramblings....ramblongs...ramblogs...amblogs..blogs...blog..blo.. just B. That's much better. So, here I sit.. Typing to the B. Leg shaking. Mind racing. Boredom takes over and I will succumb.