In this post I say Shit...a lot.

1...2....3....11bagillionty...

Isn't life grand when folks want to take what you blog & try to fuck with your real life? I mean, seriously, I put a lot of personal stuff on here, I don't expect folks to NOT read my blog, draw conclusions, or otherwise say something about it. We are each entitled to our own opinions.

HOWEVER...I am NOT going to stoop so low as to waste my time dealing with folks who "don't give a rat's ass" about my life or the life of my family...EXCEPT when they want to pull me to their level in the sewers of trash.

I absolutely LOVE a great debate...one that is RESPECTFUL, DIGNIFIED, and at least has something to add to the conversation.

If one wishes to try to flame me for being a horrible mother because I've done this or that or the other thing in such a sensational way that makes it sound like it's actually news to someone is just immature. I'm sorry but anything you have to judge me about I've already likely written a LENGTHY blog post about it and I can GUARANTEE that my blog postings have MUCH better details into how shitty of a mother, wife, daughter, sister, whathaveyou I am.

I don't care what you heard from your cousin's sister's aunt's best friend's son's girlfriend's lesbian brother said. I assure you if you read through my 350 some odd blog posts you'll find the details about that particular 'event' and see that what they told you is the difference between being told there's cake on the counter to being told there's a double chocolate butter cake filled with cherries & topped with chocolate covered strawberries sitting on the counter.

I don't have to sensationalize this shit. I'm not ashamed to say I was born white trash and have had a few stumbles on my way through life. Shit happens and the number one thing about shit is it stinks. One can either wallow in the shit and continue to stink or they can work to get past the shit and catch the scent of some roses from time to time. Either way, the shit is still there and it still stinks.

Each one of my 'shit happens' moments have brought me where I am today. Each pile of shit that I get past gives me another chance to actually smell the roses. Sometimes a bird flies over and drops a bit more shit...other times it's the dumptruck convoy.

I'm happy with where I am in my life. I'm still moving forward past the shit and this is my compost pile. Just wish others would grow up and get over their own piles of shit. It only annoys me to have my shit thrown back at me...and my reaction often is to just throw it back, with a little extra added on. If you have a problem with that it's not my problem. It's yours.


**Actually this post was just to test if my feedburner was working properly, but thought it lame to just do another boring 'testing testing' post with no other content....and I'm in a Navy daughter truck driver granddaughter type of language mood. ☺

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