Facebook jail.. let’s start a new group : )

Morrocco camping in the desert…

FACEBOOK JAIL.. LET’S START A NEW GROUP

It’s kind of ironic that I’m being censored on Facebook, or dare I say muzzled? I think someone didn’t like a post I wrote and effectively shut me down. Too bad this didn’t work for people who tweet all sorts of lies and bullshit. Some political figures can even get away with murder, or so they claim, but by all means… eliminate my posts on Facebook.

Just so everyone knows and is on the same page, I’m a woman, a senior, and I write about whatever I want. I don’t get paid for it, but if you have extra cash lying around, I can give it a good home. Being retired is nice, but my brain hasn’t figured out what retirement really is, and neither have I.

My brain also keeps me grounded, and living by my heart keeps me excited about my life. Sometimes they do battle like ‘why are you being so stupid over a man?’ says my brain? Then my heart kicks in and says, ‘ya.. but look at those piercing blue eyes of his’ or ‘he can actually string sentences together’. I know, it gets complicated.

So, writing about whatever dilemma or situation that needs to be figured out, I share on here. Some tell me I’m looking into their lives, and what they are feeling, and this makes me feel normal. Which begs the question… hmmm what is normal anyway, and if they are crazy, well I’m in good company. You all know who you are … lol.

I’ve worked my whole life, I’m also an entrepreneur so I’m never bored because I’m always thinking up new shit. Which brings me back to this Facebook dilemma. Why are they even interested in my little blog I wonder? Well, my ‘little blog’ contains over 400 blog posts (update 700), written over a few years. ALL my blogs are true btw, I just can’t make stuff up, and as it turns out I don’t need to.

Adding humor to my posts gives me a sense of satisfaction and I prefer to be happy, period. I see it this way: when I wake up in the morning I can choose my mood. I choose happy because I don’t have a partner right now to rag on, you know how it goes… make sure they’re unhappy, then you’re good to go :  )

Keeping up with what’s going on in the world is part of my routine of staying engaged with life. It’s harder while I am down south for the winter in Arizona; everything is pretty much focused on that country and Trump, of course. If I were techie-savvy, I could get Canadian news on my computer or my phone. Same if I wasn’t so old, I could find a cute techie-savvy guy to help me… wink, wink.

Now where was I, hmmm. Oh right… FACEBOOK, you suck and don’t make me have to leave you! I don’t understand TikTok, and I have a problem with my passwords for Instagram and Twitter. Passwords were invented for people who can remember them. Maybe we should stick with our age and birthdate and then add our favorite animal, mine’s a giraffe, and you’re welcome :  )

Facebook is now pushing us into groups; how about a kazoo FB group… really Facebook? Well, here’s an idea, brilliant actually: I want to form a Facebook group for everyone that’s been in Facebook jail! What do you think about that? Oh right, you take questions but you never respond; that’s not good business, FB, just saying…

Who of you is with me? Our FACEBOOK jail group will be a fun group. We will drink lots of wine and stay up all hours… as long as I’m in bed by nine. Oh, and only two glasses of wine for me, I’m a cheap drunk. We will air all our grievances and share our stories and invite cute old guys into our group. I can already feel your excitement, or maybe that’s just mine… hmmm.

Every single one of my blog posts has been wiped clean from my personal page and my Third Life Page and even my page that has my inventions on them, Invisa-Bib tm (which I haven’t put on the market yet… long story). My pictures are still up thank goodness, but the stories are missing. All this was done ‘in the land of the free.’ I’m not a happy camper, Facebook; just want you to know that.

I don’t want to join the kazoo group, but if they let me put up my blog posts, I will. So here I am, blogging away for anyone to read, even if it is just for myself, so be it. I’m never mean, and I always try to be respectful. I keep my posts free from curse words, most of the time, and sex is definitely off the table. I eat on that table… geez!

I joke about sleeping with Tom Selleck, but Miguel from Portugal makes my heart beat faster. He was our guide on an amazing ICA culinary learning journey from Portugal to Morocco last September. I wrote many blogs with pictures, and it was such a great trip, poof… all gone!

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March 6th 2020

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