I am not a mean person.  I’m actually really freaking nice.  If a friend is in need, I will happily offer my assistance.  When there is a birthday or holiday and I know someone can’t afford to buy a gift for their child, I offer up something I have on hand.  Something I may have liked to have kept for myself but because I have gained success in my blogging career and get a shit-ton of reviews, I have more satisfaction in knowing I’m making a friend happy and a difference in a life, no matter how small that difference may be.   I adore the world, I love the public.  Talking by mouth or hand is all I know.  Because of this, I have something to say.  All the time.

Shit. I hate that this is going to make me sound like a bitch but holy hell people, some of you are killing me.  I love so freely and have made the most wonderful, devoted friends through my websites and communities like Twitter and Facebook.  People I’ve never even met encourage and communicate with me daily, making me feel loved and important, which are two things I think we all wish for in life.

When I was in the hospital having my hysterectomy in June, my room and home was filled with flowers and gifts from both companies I work with and friends I’ve made online.  Although I didn’t have any visitors (because I wouldn’t let Sarah come down), I was okay with that because I didn’t have the strength to put makeup on and I’m super vain.

My life is online.  I don’t neglect my duties outside of this online world and in just over a year I can admit success.  I’ve earned this success.  I bust my ass to help encourage and motivate individuals get fit and live a healthy life on The Wii Mommies website Sarah, Jenn and I founded and do my best to communicate with my followers on Twitter – both as Momspective and as the WiiMoms, although I have been the shittiest tweeter ever lately.  I swear I’ll get better.  Commenting, too.  I just am so damn TIRED. I make people laugh on this site and on Facebook. (Disclaimer: Don’t friend me on Facebook unless you’re okay with obscenities and pooping).

When I’m feeling sorry for myself, I look for pity.  I actually tell you to pity me.  I’m that type of person.  All I ask for in return is your constant love and devotion.  I am not referring to any one individual right now, although if you’re reading this and are getting pissed off I imagine you may be one of them.

I’m talking about those who leave remarks that hurt my feelings.  Remarks I delete because I couldn’t stand to see them again.  That’s why I moderate comments.  Remarks on my sites, Facebook, emails and yes, even in person. Fuckers.

Lucky for me those people are few and far between but when my feelings get hurt, they remain that way for quite some time.  Typically long after the event occurred.  I’m not kidding when I say all I was is love and devotion.  I desire constant compliments.  I’m the baby of four, have had shitty things happen, I’m bipolar.  Who the fuck knows but I’ve been a loving and affectionate person since I was young and have no problem admitting that I want to be smothered with love.  I imagine a lot of us do, they just don’t say it.  I do.

So this right here is my disclaimer, and before I say it I want to apologize for making everyone read this but like I said, I hold on to things and this is my outlet.  My hope is that if I say this now, I’ll release the bitch and funny it up again.

This is my website.  I own it.  I run it.  I love it.  I was born to write and I’m really fucking good at it.  I was lucky enough to inherit that gift  from my daddy and also seemed to inherit his sense of humor, although I’m no where near as brilliant and funny as he is, but he’s wicked old and has a PhD (nee ner nee ner – stop stealing my friends lol) and has been and will remain my number one fan and will continue to support me along his wife, who I think of as a mother, our “Buffy”.

Facebook and Twitter exist to social network.  While I tone myself down on Twitter because the majority of my business comes from there, on Facebook I am crude, vile and obnoxious.  I’m also witty, awesome and even sometimes depressed.

There is no facet of my life I don’t share with you.  For some that is a hard thing to do but for me that’s just who I am.  “TMI” (Too Much Information) does not exist in my world.  I struggled for about fifteen minutes on toning this website down in order to not offend some newer readers but that would take away a part of me and half the time I don’t know what I’m writing.  My fingers just start rolling shit out (if only my ass would) and since I’ve recently started proofreading, I’m starting to see I’m a really fucking funny person and am damn good at this.

DO NOT INSULT ME.  DO NOT MAKE FUN OF ME.  IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ME, FUCK OFF.

This is my intellectual property.  While I may lack the intellect, this is my venue to express myself any way I please.  That is why freedom of speech exists.  I am free to say what I like on networks that permit it.   I am professional when need be, like on my review section and with The Wii Mommies website and radio show.  I am professional when I am asked to write on other websites but LET ME BE MYSELF WHEN I AM ABLE TO BE.

If you don’t like my work – here or anywhere else you read it – show me the respect by simply ignoring me.  Break our Facebook friendship or unfollow me on Twitter.  Unsubscribe fom my blog (if you love me though, subscribe. That makes me feel cool). Don’t insult me.  I didn’t intentionally insult you.  I talk only about myself with the occasional generic mention of friend or family.  I am kind, I am strong yet I am sensitive.

Also, I hate being told I talk too much.  Blogging helps, since I’m funnier when I write as opposed to when I speak in my opinion, but it really hurts my feelings to be told I talk too much.  I’ve been told that my whole life and without these words that I speak, I wouldn’t have all of you.

That’s it.  That’s what I have to say.  I’m going to speak my mind.  I’m going to swear like a trucker.  I am going to be true to myself and I wish I didn’t have to say this but it’s all I can think about lately.  This is not the post I planned on publishing today, but it came to me in the shower (ooh….nude) and I just had to say this.  I’ll post the other one Monday.  I’m at my moms, it’s hard to work when you’re not in your own office.  My office is the corner of my couch in front of my TV with ESPN on.

Don’t pity me.  I’m not asking for it this time.  I’m venting and feel bad you’re having to read it.  Feel free to tell all the meanies to fuck off in my comments though, that’ll show them at least someone loves me.

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