Blogging

Yes, I am open. Ask me anything (well, almost anything). My life has always pretty much been an open book and there has never been an issue I couldn't talk about with my family. That's just how we operate. And yes, there are things I do keep private - for myself and between myself and my husband or other family members. I guess the point of this blog is that it's just my random writings. It's sort of like journaling except that someday, I'd be the person to write some kind of memoir that's really supposed to be fiction. (You know the type.)

I love who I am, I have confidence in who I am and being a SAHM, this is part of my outlet. My skin is only so thick and to be told by someone that my blog is too revealing and unguarded, that I share too much -- well then just stop reading it. I ask this nicely. I can shrug it off the first time, but when you constantly stoke the fire (over months and months) I can't help but give a response. Therefore if you keep coming back to read then I don't know what to tell you. Maybe, secretly, you like reading it. (I could put a great simile here but I'll most likely catch flack for it later and I don't have the medicine to deal with that migraine)

Frankly, I don't understand what all the fuss is about - which posts irked you? was it the pregnancy puking? the sick kids? the small pockets of life's misery that I relay with my sense of sarcasm? the posts that conveyed a real person sits at this desk? if you only knew the kinds of things I could write about, you'd see this blog is pretty tame. If I only ever wrote about Roses, Rainbows, and my Pottery Barn couch then I'd be a fake. Just as much as you might not like my posts, I equally hate your facade that screams of Ward and the Beav -

To each his own, right?