Self Censorship?

I am not new to blogging. Well, new-new. I have been at it for about 2 months.

I started a couple of blogs elsewhere that I will continue, but I found that I had to start completely fresh.


I was self-censoring myself way too much. I wasn’t being myself based on the fact that I had certain people following me. They might learn about the real me.

I couldn’t rant about the dumbass things that they did. I can’t rave about what an idiot my daughter is by dating the scumbag she calls her boyfriend. When my husband made me want to slap him for using the word ain’t too many damn times, I couldn’t bitch about that because he might see it. And it might hurt their feelings.

I can’t bitch about people I work with because they sometimes read my posts.

What is the real me?

I am a bitch. People piss me off and make me swear to myself, make me want to punch them and commit all sorts of torture on their poor souls.

I am sassy. I learned it from my mom. She always said not to be a sass box. Well, mom…guess what?!?! You taught me well. You were the original sass box.

I am the mom from hell. Don’t mess with my kids.

Even though I am all that. I am also a lot of good things.

I am a good friend. I am a steel trap that can keep secrets that even Gitmo imprisonment couldn’t get out of me.

I am a hell of a mom. My kids can talk to me about anything. If they want. Not that they always do.

I am a hell of a wife. After 24 years of marriage. I still love having sex with my husband. Sex is definitely better at 40+ than at 20.

I am loyal. I will do anything for my friends.

I am a good employee. I give it my all and want my company to succeed despite my addiction to Twitter and Facebook.

I am a good boss. I am fair to my employees and always do what’s best for them and the company.

But most of all, I am a good me.

So come along for the ride. You never know what you will encounter. Think of it as the Willy Wonka psychedelic boat trip.

There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing.