I have a lot of thoughts, and I know a lot of words. Infact, I pride myself in knowing a lot of words, because to have pride is basically the only thing one can do with a B.A. in English.

I'm not perfect, and there will be several run-on sentences, and comma splices here. But who's judging, right? No need for Condescending Wonka's here.

I have kids. Like more than one kid. Which means that I might have an extra roll around the middle, my make up might look like I was drunk when I put it on, usually my clothes (fresh from the dryer) are usually smeared with snot or food bits of some sort, and my brain is really fried. I guess having kids makes you kind of like a crack addict that needs to be on Intervention. (My episode airs in a few weeks, right after my episode of crazy baby paraphernalia hoarding).

I kind of want to post photos of my kids here. Because unlike their mother, they are clean, well dressed, no extra weight hidden under oversized shirts and yoga pants. But you have to promise me that you aren't some gross 50 year old man from Florida who touches their private spots a lot. PROMISE ME! That's the great thing about facebook...no one gets to see your photos unless you want them too (pssshaaa).

So that's my introduction to a 2 year hiatus from blogging. No pressure.