Oh, I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I know I confused a lot of you today.

No one is mad at me or offended at what I'd blogged.

I took down my old entries for now. I might put some or most back up. Eventually. Maybe.

It's mostly that something made me think about my barfing out my inmost thoughts for anyone to see. Like Peggy said, we wouldn't take out an ad or write an editorial all about how we're a feeling like a bad mom one day, or a horrible housekeeper the next. That just wouldn't be smart.

But sometimes I've done that. Maybe too much.

Blogging requires very little editing. Ha, at least the way *I* blog. I know there are bloggers who agonize over every word and phrase. But me? I just turn on the juice, there's already babble flowing in my head, and I just open the floodgates and it gushes out my fingers and on into web eternity.

That's one reason I figure much as I enjoy writing (er, rambling) I'll never be a "real" writer - a real writer has to go back over their work and cut out the fluff and clarify things. They have to use consistent and correct punctuation. They can't just ramble on and on. But bloggers can do all that and more. So I often don't think too much about the long term wisdom or helpfulness of why I write.

But it ends up kind of like a personal journal left out on a library table. Sure, your friends were there reading it, and that was cool, but what about the other people who might surf by and really decide you ARE a bad mom, because that's what you wrote about?

So what am I saying? I don't know. But I told you that in the title.

I'll still be honest. I won't turn into a twinkie blogger. I don't even know what that term means, having just made it up. I'm keeping it because I like it, but I still don't know what it means. Ha ha! But anyway, I guess I'm saying give me a little time to decide how much of my old catharsis I want laying around, and um ... there was something else I was saying that I've already forgotten.

See? I told you I'd still be me.

Love and kisses and mushy blog cheer,

Kim