The funny thing about writing a blog is that you can never properly paint a picture of yourself because the words and photographs only document, oh... about three percent of your everyday life.
What I do share here on my little wee blog, is tidbits of what I would normally share with a neighbor, an old college roommate, a PTA girlfriend, or a friend at preschool drop off and I think very deeply about my words as they are permanently etched into the internet forever. I would never compromise the happiness of my children for a post that reveals more then enough blackmail, on their future bus rides to middle school. I can only imagine how the conversation would go, "Heh. I read about your mom and her so-and-so doing so-and-so on the so-and-so." No matter how much confidence I instill in my children that conversation could not be very pleasant for a teenager.
So. I might not very "edgy" or "radical" like many others online spilling their inner most thoughts whom I love dearly, but I am not those words in real life either. I struggle with what I share with you not to censor myself but instead to be true to my own voice as I would be to a good friend. I am glad many of my friends/family reads, in return they remind me of who I am. This really is very much me.
The daily words of a SAHM of three in Ohio struggling to remain both sane and classy. Blogging is a narcissistic outlet to let your voice be heard. I follow blogs when I hear people's honest spirits shine through. Those captivate me. And there is nothing more humbling when someone admits, "You are just like I imagined you would be!"
Without further ado, I present to you my classy readers the answers to your questions here.