A lot of words where I don't actually say much

I just reread my last post. It made me giggle. I am loving the support of my fellow bloggers, but I have to chuckle at the dramatic "people who throw stones" tone I was projecting. My feelings were hurt, but come on already. My ex and his posse hate me. Big shocker. Now that I've stated the obvious lets return to our regularly scheduled programming.

I cut my hair off and it looks rockin. I'm a happy camper.

My blogging needs a fire under its butt. I'm going to work on that this week. I will be reading other blogs for inspiration. No pressure.

One more comment on my bonkers ex situation before we let it ride. I would like to mention that if I chose to I could give some gloriously entertaining (albeit nauseating) excerpts of the insanity that was my former life with Superdad. It could be fun. We could all judge and post about how disappointed we are in his behavior. And there is nothing that "they" could do about it. "They" could send comments just to have me reject it. It could be therapeutic. I could feel avenged... but me and my flippin conscience.

When my kids are hurt that someone called them stupid, or said they have cooties, our standard response: "Is it true? no Then why do you care what they say about you." I will follow suit.