Just When I Thought it was OVER…

I was wrong.  Here I am back at Mommyzabs.com again.  I feel really silly now for my dramatic stomp off stage that will be on the internet forever.  Yes, I was upset.  I have been upset.  I fell like I lost my place to be everything that is all me.  That it was getting indirectly censored.  It hasn’t been censored because anyone told me I could boisterously voice my strongly held opinions here… but my own guilt over making some of my dear friends feel unwelcome haunted me.  They would check in to see how my life was going and get hit over the head with a very opposing view of the way they saw/see the world.  It made them not feel so great and put strains on too many relationships.  

The solution?.  A new place to vent.  NO I didn’t buy another domain name that I will have to design and keep up.  I just may start spewing on someone else’s elsewhere.  Who knows, maybe it won’t work out… but if it does trust me I will direct you there and if you already know what I’m going to say is going to offend you- you don’t have to visit.  More information forthcoming…

In the meanwhile so many things, thoughts, feelings, transitions, beliefs, I have had I could update you on.  I’ll have to spread them out  Owen starting kindergarten, New thoughts on depression (and my ongoing battle with it), Lukas starting preschool, The HCG diet (again),  my pastor losing his son and learning from his grief (about my own,) Life, life and more life.  (now that was definitely a sentence I would get in trouble for in Ms. Bell’s english class.)  Did I ever mention how she told me I was a horrible writer and to stick to Science and Math?..  Oh the silly scars that stick with us…  I don’t want my kids to ever get those itchy things.  I hope no teacher ever speaks that kinda crap over them.   How about the time in 6th grad a personality evaluator told me that my (then) dream of being a lawyer would never happen and I would be a failure.  One look at the “code” my personality test gave me and she thought it was okay to call a sixth grader a failure.  Nice.  Okay- I’m not ranting or anything.  It only still hurts a little…   

WOW Tangent, sorry about that.  Have a good one,  I gotta help my kindergartner with his lower-case i’s.